"Iron and Stone Fist, isn't that how you use the ......" Wei Mo patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Come and let me teach you!"

Bang!

Before Wei Dingming came back to his senses, he felt a surge of wind beside him, and a fist was incredibly fast, and it hit him in the waist with a cold force.

"Ahh

It was like a hammer hit in the waist, and the ribs were almost broken. The pain spread rapidly from point to face, so that he did not dare to breathe at all, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

Wei Mode's fist was still glued to him, and he leaned into his ear and said: "Iron and stone fist, hard as iron and hard as stone, but not scrap iron stupid stone." What's the use of brute force alone?"

He patted Wei Dingming's shoulder again, withdrew his fist, and Wei Dingming's tall body slowly fell and smashed to the ground with a bang.

The thin man next to him was dumbfounded, and it wasn't until Wei Dingming fell to the ground that he realized what had happened.

With a cow and green grass on his face, he was almost crazy: "Wei Mo, you madman!"

He screamed and lunged at Wemo as well.

In the shed guarding the spiritual grass field, although the wind is ventilated on all sides, a brazier is burning very strongly, bringing enough warmth to the people in the shed.

Wei Dingliang held the teacup in his hand, but his face was as if he had eaten. To this day, he still has pain in everything, sleeps in the middle of the night, and is often awakened by nightmares.

Wemo was his nightmare, and in the dream, Wemo was covered in blood and frantically pursued him.

Oh my God, how could this happen? Wei Dingliang couldn't figure it out, let alone why Young Master Dinghai didn't allow him to speak out. If he was Wei Dinghai, he would definitely call all the people and horses and kill Wei Mo directly.

We must not let Wei Mo have a chance to turn over, Wei Dingliang thought. How did he know that it was Wei Dinghai's vanity. Wei Dinghai looked down on Wei Mo, even if Wei Mo showed signs of rising, he was confident that he could firmly step on it.

Suddenly, there was a miserable wail in the distance, which made Wei Dingliang's hand tremble, the teacup fell to the ground with a snap, and the tea soup splashed everywhere.

This sound is like seeing a ghost. And it sounds familiar, yo, isn't that my brother?

"Hell!" Wei Dingliang jumped up, rushed out of the shed, and rushed straight in the direction of the voice.

He is a well-known calf protector, relying on the many brothers in the family, and two of them have broken through to the double realm, and he is rampant and domineering in the circle on weekdays.

If anyone bullied one of their brothers, the others would pounce on them like a pack of hungry wolves, so no one dared to provoke them.

"XX, what a hell, no one dares to shit and pee on my head!" Wei Dingliang cursed, deciding that no matter who bullied his younger brother, he would tear him apart and pour out the evil breath that Wei Mo brought.

Wei Dingliang was extremely fast and fierce, roaring as he ran. Over there, Wei Dingming heard his brother's voice and suddenly came to his senses. While he was like a salted fish, he said, "Wei Mo, you are dead, my brother is here!"

"Let him come! I haven't seen him for a few days, and I miss him. Wei Mo smiled, sitting on a branch with one end of the twine in his hand.

The hemp rope was temporarily requisitioned from Wei Dingming, and Wei Dingming and the thin man were tied at the other end, and the two were hung upside down on a branch.

Wei Dingliang saw his younger brother and the thin man being hung up from a distance, and his face turned blue with anger: "Which animal dares to bully my brother and look for death!"

"Yo, isn't this the fixed light?" a fluttering voice pierced his ears, causing him to be stunned for a moment, then trembling all over, and quickly stopped.

However, Wei Dingliang's speed was too fast, and when he stopped his foot, the person had already rushed to the big tree and almost hit the thin man's face.

He saw the thin man with cow and grass on his face, and his hands hung helplessly, wanting to cry without tears. The younger brother had a blue nose and swollen face, crying and mourning, saliva and nosebleeds flowing down together, staining his forehead red.

"Wei, Wei, Wei......" Wei Dingliang was so frightened that his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't stretch his words.

"Wei you are a big-headed ghost, such a big person, you haven't learned to speak well?" Wei Mo smiled, stared at him, and casually threw a piece of bark into his hand, not lightly or heavily on his forehead.

Wei Dingliang swallowed, took a few steps back, suppressed the anger and fear in his heart, and forced himself to calm down: "Wei Mo, what are you doing?"

But his trembling voice still betrayed him, Wei Dingming looked at his brother's abnormal appearance, and felt very strange, what happened to his brother who was not afraid of heaven and earth today?

Smack!

Another piece of bark was thrown at the door of his head.

Wei Mo sneered, "You can also call my name directly?"

"Mo, Young Master Mo, what are you doing?" Wei Dingliang's legs were weak, and it seemed that Wei Mo was really very different from before. Thinking of the bloody shadow that night that jumped out of the beast trap, Wei Dingliang was still shivering in his heart.

"I came here to find some spirit grass, but I was thrown cow shit by your blind brother. You said that such a big person, why is it bad to play? If you have to play, does he have in his head?" Wei Mo asked.

Wei Dingliang was stunned for a moment and glanced at his younger brother. Wei Dingming said loudly: "Brother, let me go quickly, our two brothers will kill him!"

One person may not be Wei Mo's opponent, but two first-order and two-fold martial cultivators are really not afraid of him, at least that's what Wei Dingming thinks.

Syllable!

Wei Dingliang slapped his younger brother in the face, and scolded angrily: "Bastard thing, Young Master Mo is also something you can touch?!"

Although he was only one year older than his brother, his mind was much deeper. He knew that Wei Mo would definitely not rise for no reason, and there must be someone behind him. No matter how poor the family is, he is also the son of the patriarch!

Thinking of this, Wei Dingliang was creepy again, he treated Wei Mo like that before, if Wei Mo really turned over, then could he still have his good? It is better to take advantage of the present, quickly pat the ass, and the future life can be a little better.

Wei Dingming was stunned, and shouted unconvinced: "Brother, you are crazy, it is him who should be beaten, not me~"

Bang Bang Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, he received a few more slaps in the face.

"Bastard, still talking nonsense!" Wei Dingliang scolded.

Wei Mo waved his hand lazily: "Come on, don't show me! Why don't you give me something affordable~ For example, just now your brother stepped on my Seven Star Grass, you can compensate me." ”

"Yes, yes, Young Master Mo, wait a minute!" Wei Ding nodded his head.

After half a cup of tea, Wei Mo left with a dozen fat seven-star grasses in his arms.

Wei Dingliang put his younger brother and the thin man down, looked at his back, and palpitated.

"Brother, what did you do, are you afraid of this waste?" Wei Dingming asked while patting the dirty things off his body.

Wei Dingliang said thoughtfully: "A waste, can you hang your first-order two-fold martial cultivator upside down, and feed you two shit?"

Wei Dingming's fat face turned red, and he was extremely ashamed. After thinking about it, my brother was right!

"But brother, those spirit grasses all have a quota, if they are found to be less from above, won't we be unlucky?" Wei Dingming immediately thought of the matter of his brother pulling the spirit grass from the field just now, and asked worriedly.

Wei Dingliang shook his head: "Don't worry, I have my own words." ”