C221 (1/2)
With a weakness in his hands, Ye Tianmo's anger immediately dissipated, and he obediently ate his breakfast. He deliberately avoided thinking about the six well-balanced artificial beards on his face.
Seeing that Ye Tianmo was in a bad mood, everyone agreed to lower their heads and not look at him, but the corner of their mouths would always reveal a teasing smile.
After eating breakfast, Wen Danfeng said, ”Tianmo, come over here and spar with Master on boxing.”
Zi Tong looked at the calm and composed Wen Danfeng, she had a really good mental fortitude, she did not seem to have let down her guard at all.
Medicine Sovereign glared at Zi Tong, who turned around and said towards the lake: ”Tianmo, don't forget what you promised me.”
Leng Jingya was immediately suspicious. What did she promise? Did Zi Tong catch hold of something in the Big Brother Tianmo, or else why would she be so confident?
Ye Tianmo followed Wen Danfeng to the back of the chariot, and said: ”Yesterday, when you sparred with the Zhaoyang, you probably did not enjoy yourself.
Ye Tianmo replied: ”Please go ahead.”
Wen Danfeng's aura suddenly soared as her delicate, jade-like palm turned into a fist, quickly arriving in front of Ye Tianmo like thunder. The caught Ye Tianmo off guard, she raised her head and punched towards Wen Danfeng's meridians.
Wen Danfeng's left fist slashed towards his arm from bottom to top. The right fist smashed down fiercely as it wanted to cut off Ye Tianmo's arm.
From the moment Wen Danfeng made her move, Ye Tianmo was already aware that he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
Ye Tianmo felt that even if his boxing had not mastered it, it was still considered to be at the small success stage. Only when he truly fought with Wen Danfeng did Ye Tianmo feel that he was in a passive position.
Wen Danfeng and Ye Tianmo's boxing were both born from the Seamless Fist and were both familiar with each other's movements. Wen Danfeng had cultivated for ten thousand years and her own strength had truly trained and trained for a hundred thousand years.
The days of practicing the Seamless Fist were short, but he quickly mastered the essence of it. Everyone knew they shouldn't be coming over, but they couldn't help but hide in the distance. Mad Song Eighteen Cavalry stood at the entrance of the Human King's Valley, watching the Master and disciple fight as if their lives depended on it.
Wen Danfeng's boxing was like mercury flowing on the ground, with Ye Tianmo acting as his base. Wen Danfeng thought hard for an entire night.
Ye Tianmo, the live target that was resistant to beatings, was able to unleash the boxing to his heart's content. Those areas of doubt that existed in his mind, slowly became clear under the storm-like attacks.
Ye Tianmo continuously retreated, continuously looking for an opportunity to counterattack. Wen Danfeng was excited by her punch, the astral wind in her fist stirred, in the midst of an extremely satisfying battle, Wen Danfeng gradually released her suppression of strength.
The surrounding vegetation was being pulled by the surrounding airflow. Like a goddess of war, Wen Danfeng's fist was as fast as a flash, as if the thunder shock had exploded.
Ye Tianmo's pupils contracted as sharp as needles, as he used all his strength to judge the change in Wen Danfeng's moves. The master and disciple duo advanced step by step, and each retreated step by step.
Leng Qingcheng watched intently, while at the same time, he judged Ye Tianmo's chance to retaliate. When Ye Tianmo retreated a few hundred steps, he suddenly rushed forward and used his Shoulder s to block Wen Danfeng's arms. Then, Ye Tianmo's fists exploded, and his counterattack began.
In the same sect, the master and disciple had different understandings of boxing, and had assimilated his own comprehension of it. It seemed to be more or less the same, but in reality, the style of boxing style was completely different.
Wen Danfeng had already meticulously calculated the method of striking with each of her fists and changing moves when they were exhausted.