C278 (1/2)

The speed of the wolfhound was not fast, but the faster Yun Guya flew, the more Yun Guya thought about it, the more alarmed she became.

Along the way, Ye Tianmo appeared to be in a daze. After returning to the Cang Di Garden, he tossed three gigantic konjac s to the Ghost-faced Wasteland and stared blankly at them.

Yun Guya accompanied wolfhound to sit in the frozen side of stream. Yun Guya did not speak, and wolfhound did not speak either.

Ye Tianmo supported his lower jaw with both hands, and sat there like a wooden sculpture. When the konjac's fragrance drifted out, Ye Tianmo said: ”Travelling cloud and flowing water.”

wolfhound who was resting with his eyes closed said, ”I can be considered to have entered the sect.”

Ye Tianmo jumped up and started practicing his punches again in side of stream. This time, Ye Tianmo did not intentionally control the Profound Power.

The boxing was not formed, no matter how you looked at it, it felt weird. Ye Tianmo did not care about the gazes of the others, his gaze became serious, and the meaning of his fist appeared.

Ye Tianmo's Foot slowly moved, and the fragmented boxing began to integrate. The initially messy looking boxing, after a slight change, became mysterious and unfathomable.

Yun Guya thoughtfully looked at wolfhound, who said, ”Luckily I haven't learned how to be a fool.”

Yun Guya immediately understood that this unfathomable wolfhound must have definitely guided Ye Tianmo. The Profound Power in Ye Tianmo's body surged, but as his boxing became smoother and smoother, the Profound Power in his body became fiercer.

The punch was like a tsunami, the snow on the ground tumbled like an angry dragon unleashing its might. Ye Tianmo finally felt satisfied and satisfied.

He would no longer deliberate on the techniques of the Seamless Fist, no longer ponder on how to integrate the Eight Claws of the Heavenly Eagle into it, and no longer consider the techniques of the Starpicker's Hand.

Since he had not reached the pinnacle in comprehending the Seamless Fist, Eight Claws of the Heavenly Eagle and Starpicker's Hand, he would first comprehend the part that he had comprehended.

Since he had new experiences in the future, he might as well modify the boxing. First, he had to ensure that at every stage, he would no longer be stuck on the techniques he had yet to master.

Wen Danfeng clenched her fist, she stood up and walked in front of Ye Tianmo, then said: ”Look at my fist.”

His thunderous fist suddenly smashed towards Wen Danfeng's chest. This was absolutely not a method of sparring between Beautiful Master and his disciple; this method was simply playing the part of a hooligan.

Wen Danfeng's left arm swung down to the side as the right fist retaliated brazenly. Ye Tianmo, who had entered his peak state, rushed over and struck Wen Danfeng in the chest.

The master and disciple duo fought on the ice and snow ground. Ye Tianmo was like a crazy bison, his attacks were like thunder shock slashing down; Wen Danfeng's boxing did not contain any smoke or fire, her punches were as silent as snow.

Everyone was watching with infatuation. Mad Song Eighteen Cavalry was also standing at the entrance of the valley looking out, and the heavenly tribulation who was guarding the valley today directly jumped onto the roof of the house, afraid that he would miss out on every detail.

Ye Tianmo did not seem to be tired, his boxing became more and more vigorous, while Wen Danfeng's fists became faster and faster.

Wen Danfeng did her best to control her own strength, if not her fist would continuously land on Ye Tianmo's body, even if Ye Tianmo was made of Hundred Shattering Steel, he would still be smashed to pieces by Wen Danfeng.

In the midst of the wild battle, Wen Danfeng suddenly released a clear roar, his palms struck out at the same time, causing everyone to feel that they were being crushed. Wen Danfeng's palms were obviously not fast, but Ye Tianmo was unable to dodge it.

The moment Wen Danfeng's palms touched Ye Tianmo's body, she immediately left. Ye Tianmo had already flown backwards while whistling in the wind, and smashed solidly into the pile of snow.

Wen Danfeng retracted her palm, and two streams of sky green mist sprayed out from her nose. In the next moment, Wen Danfeng's Qi was no longer suppressed, and it bursted out in all directions.

The snow and soil beneath his feet flew all over, and only the ground where Wen Danfeng the Foot was standing on rose up an inch. Wen Danfeng dropped his left hand to the ground, and slowly smashed his right hand into the air.