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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.

Ye Tianmo did not have that many tricks up his sleeve. He had just dealt a blow and did not see much of a personality. The moment Ye Tianmo started to counterattack, his fists were filled with an unparalleled domineering aura.

Defense? That was not what Ye Tianmo was thinking about. When he was hunting in the red willows, he had gotten used to trading the smallest amount of injuries for the greatest amount of damage.

There was no way he wouldn't have to pay the price. It all depended on whether he could afford it or not. Last night, when he sparred with Zhaoyang and the others, Ye Tianmo had displayed this fighting style.

The punches and kicks that were not important could be blocked using the part of the body that was the most resistant to being punched, giving one the opportunity to counterattack. Otherwise, two fists would not be enough to fight four hands, much less be surrounded and attacked by six heavenly tribulation s.

This time, it was Wen Danfeng who slowly stepped back. Ye Tianmo's boxing was unreasonably strong, it was impossible for Wen Danfeng to be like a little hooligan and exchange injuries with Ye Tianmo. This caused her to constantly retreat.

As if they had agreed upon it, Wen Danfeng retreated to the place where the battle started. After figuring out Ye Tianmo's route, she started to counterattack.

As he retreated, he kept thinking about how lacking his boxing was. This time, Wen Danfeng's fists were at least 30% faster than the first round of attacks.

Ye Tianmo was obviously in a sorry state, as Wen Danfeng's fists continuously landed on Ye Tianmo's body. Even though there were Barbarian Bull Armor s on him, Ye Tianmo still felt excruciating pain.

Once again forcing Ye Tianmo to a distance of several hundred steps away, Wen Danfeng laughed softly and said: "Surrender."

Ye Tianmo said: "You?"

Wen Danfeng's fist rushed out, the sound of air exploding could be heard, and white circular mist appeared in the air. Wen Danfeng's fist had reached its limit, and directly smashed towards Ye Tianmo's shoulder.

Ye Tianmo's Shoulder moved backwards for a moment, then grabbed Wen Danfeng's jade arm with his right hand, turning his body in the air. Wen Danfeng raised her leg and Ye Tianmo kicked back.

When their feet collided together, Ye Tianmo's body fell backwards. The left hand pushed on Ye Tianmo's back, and his right hand grabbed Ye Tianmo's armpit, pulling him up and pressing him down onto the ground.

Ye Tianmo's back struck the ground, producing a dull thud. Wen Danfeng took two steps back, and said with her hands behind his back: "You can't be arrogant, continue to work hard."

Ye Tianmo laid on his back, gasping for breath. During his battle with the beauty Master, Ye Tianmo had truly squeezed out his last bit of potential before he managed to persevere.

The Beautiful Master held back, otherwise, he would have already lost. Ye Tianmo was very clear of this. Even though he lost, he lost to a great degree.

After hundreds of rounds of competition, Ye Tianmo finally understood where his weakness was. It was not because his battle awareness was not strong enough, nor was it because his fists were not fast enough, nor was it because he was lenient, but it was because he was still unable to use Profound Power s as he pleased.

There were many times when Ye Tianmo saw Wen Danfeng's fist, and could even determine the changes in her next move. Unfortunately, his body could not keep up with her consciousness, which caused him to be in a passive position.

Zhaoyang and the others looked at each other bitterly. Now they finally understood that Demon King Ye had only used less than half of his strength yesterday.

The Demon King Ye used half of his strength to fight against the six heavenly tribulation s, no matter how hard they thought about it, they felt that it was too embarrassing.

If Ye Tianmo had used his true strength yesterday, would Zhaoyang and the other nine male Knight s, together be able to stop him? That was a problem.