Seeing that Wen Ze easily took over his empty palm, Ling Mu was naturally unwilling, and threw another punch at Wen Ze.

Seeing Ling Mu's fists and the strong aura on his arms, Wen Ze's eyes were also fascinating, he had never seen a young man with a spirit gathering mirror who could use such a strong aura.

"I'm afraid this kid's spiritual veins are very thick, very thick. ”

While Wen Ze was thinking, he stretched out his palm again and squeezed Ling Mu's fist, but Wen Ze still stood still.

"Boy, your fists are weak, your speed is too slow, and your aura is barely enough, but it's a pity that it's too weak!"

Ling Mu naturally knew that his punch couldn't hurt Wen Ze, but he didn't expect that his punch didn't even have the qualifications to let Wen Ze move.

Seeing Ling Mu's surprised look, Wen Ze clasped the palm of Ling Mu's fist and moved slightly, "Empty Ming Palm!"

Ling wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"Bang!"

Ling Mu was blasted out by Wen Ze's empty palm and fell to the ground.

"Boy, my arm isn't broken. ”

Ling Mu stood up and rubbed his left arm, there was a sore pain, although the bones were clicking, they were not broken. Ling Mu knew that the current appearance of his arm was already Elder Wen Ze's mercy, if Elder Wen Ze had used all his strength just now, this arm of his own would have been broken, but then he would not be able to train in special training.

"It's okay, go ahead. ”

Ling Mu was unwilling, whether it was the strength of his physical body or the size of the sea of qi, he could be said to be invincible in the same realm, how could he not even hurt a single hair of Elder Wen Ze now.

Ling Mu rushed over again, and at a long distance, he slapped an empty palm at Wen Ze's lower abdomen.

"Oh, the stinky boy has gotten smarter. Wen Ze seemed to see Ling Mu's purpose, and did not stretch out his hand to the empty palm, but turned sideways slightly at an extremely fast speed, dodging Ling Mu's empty palm.

"It's so fast!But it's exactly what I want!" Ling Mu naturally didn't think about hitting Wen Ze with his empty palm, originally wanted Wen Ze to catch it and distract him, but he didn't expect that this time Wen Ze would take the initiative to turn his body sideways and expose his weaknesses.

Ling Mu mobilized all the aura in his body to his left leg, "Let's see if you can do next!"

Compared to the arms, the legs are thicker, and the spiritual veins on the legs are also thicker, and the more spiritual energy can be gathered, the more powerful they are.

Even Wen Ze found that Ling Mu's full force blow was quite terrifying, and if he forced it to follow, he was afraid that he would be injured.

"This kid is really powerful, he can have such a huge aura. It's still too tender though!"

Because Ling Mu's blow seemed to be unstoppable, but he made a fatal mistake, that is, Ling Mu's blow made himself completely exposed, and it can be said that he was defenseless elsewhere.

Wen Ze adjusted his posture again at a great speed.

"Empty Ming Palm!" This time it was Wen Ze's turn to slap Ling Mu's lower abdomen with an empty Ming palm.

"Bang!ahhh......h Chinese h

Ling Mu was slapped on the ground and rolled several times with one palm, lying on the ground and rubbing his stomach.

"Elder Wen Ze, you are too fast, have you secretly improved your realm. Wen Ze was quite unconvinced, Wen Ze's reaction speed just now was too fast.

Wen Ze dusted off his body and said, "Stinky boy, do you need it? This is all experience, from the beginning, I knew what you were going to do next." Hurry up, come again, or you still want to win Rao Tianxiang like this?"

Ling Mu stood up holding his stomach, moved his body, and injected spiritual energy into his arms and left leg.

Ling Mu no longer used any tricks, but attacked with all his might.

Two arms and one leg, non-stop attack, Ling Mu didn't believe that Wen Ze could carry it down without leaking.

Ling's two hands and one leg kept blasting towards Wen Ze's whole body, but Wen Ze was able to block all of Ling Mu's attacks with just one hand.

The two fought like this until dark.

Ling Mu lay on the ground panting, his muscles were extremely sore, and there were countless cracks in his bones, as if they would all be shattered with a light touch.

"Well, it's not bad, you actually touched me. ”

Wen Ze walked up to Ling Mu and praised Ling Mu.

However, it was a little harsh to Ling Mu's ears, Wen Ze stood motionless in place, but he fought for a whole day, not only did he not hurt Wen Ze, but he was beaten all over his body.

It was only at the end that he touched Wen Ze, but he was immediately slapped away by Wen Ze.

Ling Mu turned over, took out a hundred qi fruit and put it in his mouth, and said as he ate, "Elder Wen Ze, you are too strong. ”

"I've told you, your actual combat experience is not good, it's too tender, go back and rest first, and take you to a good place tomorrow." "Wen Ze didn't let Ling Mu continue to practice tomorrow, high-pressure training is unhealthy.

"Where to go!" There are really not many places that Ling Mu can go as a handyman, this Ancient Sword Sect Ling Mu has been staying in this orchard since he came, and he is still very curious about the outside.

Elder Wen Ze looked at Ling Mu so excited, and showed a wicked smile again, "Hehe, of course I will take you to work, and I can also take you to play." ”

"It's work again, I haven't finished the fruit trees in this orchard yet. Ling Mu was still thinking about absorbing all the eggs of the ironwood fly.

"I'll take you to the medicine garden tomorrow, there's an old man there who wants to see you. The old man Wen Ze said was naturally Ning Yuan.

"Medicine Garden!" You must know that there are many treasures in the medicine garden. The value is far above the spirit fruit.

Spiritual fruits can generally only provide spiritual energy to cultivators, but elixirs are more useful, whether it is healing, strengthening the body, or even breaking through.

"Seeing that you are excited, tomorrow is not to give you elixir, but to take you to pull weeds. Wen Ze poured a basin of cold water on Ling Mu.

"Pulling weeds! This is cultivation, I'm really going to do a chorion!"

Ling Mu's time was running out, only less than twenty days, and the ninth circle of his Qi Sea had only just reached one-fifth, which was still a lot short, and he still had to pull weeds tomorrow.

"Pulling weeds is also a kind of cultivation, you kid doesn't know the blessing in the blessing, and even the weeds in the medicine garden can be eaten, although it doesn't have much effect, but at least there are spiritual weapons, but it's really not delicious. ”

When Ling Mu heard this, he knew that this Wen Ze was not only going to take himself to pull weeds, but also to let himself eat grass, and said in his heart: "This old man is too bad." ”

However, Ling Mu thought about it again, even if it was something wrong with the weeds, as long as he had spiritual energy, he could refine it, and if there were enough weeds, the effect would be no worse than the spiritual fruit.