Jing Lang revealed his flaws, Feng Mu took the opportunity to make a left hook, Jing Lang hurriedly dodged back, the left hook was to dodge the general, but the next game also lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Patting off the dust on his body, Jing Lang got up quite unconvinced: "You kid, can't you compete with me seriously?"

The corners of Feng Mu's mouth twitched, and he said: "If I can't win, is it because I don't have a serious comparison?" I'm not as big as you, but every time I fight with you, I win more and lose less, you can find the reason yourself." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, come again. Jing Lang made a neck choking motion, and he was violent.

"Cut, come again. If it's just brute force, why don't we just wrench our wrists? Feng Mu shook his head.

Jing Lang stretched out his big hand when he heard this: "Okay, then wrench your wrist." ”

Feng Mu said: "Damn, you guy is really upright." ”

Jing Lang was puzzled: "Obviously you said that you are wrenching your wrist, okay, I want to practice with you and accompany you to the end, but you don't come again." ”

Feng Mu sighed: "Hey, you IQ." Forget it, you better just hit that seal, anyway, you always have to hit it every time you finish cultivating. ”

"That's right, that seal is indeed a good prop for cultivation, during this time, I feel that the more I hit, the more powerful I become, and the more I hit the stake, the more stable I become. Come along? I don't lie to you, it works. Jing Lang warmly invited Feng Mu.

Feng Mu was a little cold: "Hitting the wall, hitting the tree, and hitting the seal, the effect should be about the same." ”

"Dizzy, you don't believe it after saying it so many times. Forget it, you just watch me get stronger and stronger, more and more beaten, and your physical fitness is thrown farther and farther away by me. Jing Lang turned around and walked in the direction of the seal, it seemed that this was not the first time he had tried to convince Feng Mu.

The speaker has no intention of listening, not to mention that this sentence comes from such a sharp voice. Maybe Jing Lang said this just out of his nature, but he inadvertently used a radical method.

Feng Mu has lofty ambitions, and he doesn't want to be left behind. But in terms of physical fitness alone, Jing Lang is even better. There is a saying that if you insist like a fool, you will see the bull one day. Maybe Jing Lang's physical fitness was really beaten out by the seal.

I heard from the villagers that one night ten years ago, the Shura gibbon was sealed in Taiping Mountain. That night, the moon and stars were scarce, and the whole Taiping Village was quiet, no different from usual. Strangely, everyone in the village learned about it in their sleep that night.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is not a dream, but more like someone whispering to everyone by the bedside. Anyway, it's inexplicable, everyone knows almost at the same time that there are more seals on Taiping Mountain, and there are Shura gibbons sealed inside.

Early the next morning, the curious villagers searched on Taiping Mountain, and sure enough, they found this lilac, five-mile seal.

And Jing Lang and Jing Xiangyao's father, that is, Feng Mu's father-in-law, Jing Li, the master from Huiyue, also settled in Taiping Village on that day.

Feng Mu stood in front of the seal, touching the barrier with one hand, the touch was very strange, soft, soft, not like the wall or the veil, but you could feel a kind of strength from it. It should be said that there is no other similar object that produces such a tactile feeling, so it is completely impossible to describe it further.

Looking up, the upper end of the seal reached the treetops, and the higher it went, the lower the concentration of purple became. Feng Mu and Jing Lang once climbed a tree and tried to climb over the seal from a place with a lower purple concentration, but it backfired, and the seal did not become fragile as the color concentration decreased. Every time the two of them jumped from the tree to the seal, it was like hitting a stone, and in a split second, they would fall straight to the ground.

"Hey, bang, hey, bang!" A few steps away, Jing Lang had already started training. He jumped to his feet, shouting "Hey!", and slammed his body into the seal, which then replied with a "bang!".

As early as three months ago, after cultivating every day, Jing Lang would add such a class as hitting the seal to himself, and at the same time, Feng Mu would generally choose to cultivate with aura, the two of them had different ways, but there was only one purpose - to make himself stronger.

Perhaps, Jing Lang's way is more useful? Luckily, he took a half-step back, and then threw his body heavily towards the seal.

"Bang!" After a bang, Feng Mu felt as if he had hit an incomparably hard rock, and he squatted on the ground and covered his shoulders, grinning in pain.

Now Jing Lang was happy: "Haha, you kid is too tender, you can't bear it at once." Come, look at my brother. ”

With that, Jing Lang retreated ten meters back, and then rushed towards the seal as fast as he could. When he was close to the seal, Jing Lang jumped up and pounced on the seal with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Bang~~~

There was a crunch. When he landed, Jing Lang actually stood firm. Then, he clasped his hands to his chest and faced Feng Mu, and a trace of disdain wafted out from his little eyes that were sandwiched in **.

To be honest, Jing Lang admired this trick in his heart. But no matter in words or actions, Feng Mu naturally refused to admit defeat.

"Yes, I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned and thick-skinned now. Feng Mu whispered, and before he could finish speaking, he slammed into the purple seal again.

In this way, the two took turns attacking the territory of the Shura gibbon, until a girl in green appeared in front of them.

"Why did you bring food so late today, my brother is dying of hunger. Jing Lang clutched his stomach.

"Eat, eat, eat, you're fat like this, and you just want to eat. The girl in green pouted. The slender girl in front of her is Jing Lang's sister Jing Xiangyao. Although they are brothers and sisters, Jing Xiangyao and Jing Lang are completely different. She has a goose egg face, long black hair draped over her shoulders, her skin is better than snow, her lips are like cherry blossoms, her eyebrows are like ink paintings, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water. At the age of fourteen, he is really a beautiful embryo, the embryo of a peerless beauty.

Without waiting for Jing Lang to reply, Jing Xiangyao turned to Feng Mu and said, "Brother Mu, are you hungry too?"

"I'm not hungry, but it's better to eat something than nothing. Feng Mu sat paralyzed in the shade of the tree, his bones as if they were falling apart.

Jing Lang was really hungry, he snatched the basket in Jing Xiangyao's hand and asked, "It's been so long to send a meal, why don't you come all the way today?" If you didn't guess wrong, then you must be secretly cultivating again?"

Jing Xiangyao raised her willow eyebrows when she heard this, and said unhappily: "I am willing to go to the near road, and I will go to the far road, what does it matter to you." ”

Feng Mu hurriedly played a round: "It's okay, girls can also cultivate, and there are many female masters in Huiyue." ”

"Yes, it's Brother Mu who said it well. Feng Mu, like a spring breeze, people are like their namesa, Brother Mu's words make people feel happy. I will also take the exam of Zhuo Zongyuan this year. Jing Xiangyao raised her head and said.

In fact, from the village to the cultivation place of Taiping Mountain, there is a short road and a long road, and usually Feng Mu and Jing Lang often choose to run up from the long road in order to increase their training efforts. However, there is no need to take a long detour to deliver food.