King of the Fairy City

Along the way, the enthusiastic natives did not treat Ye Mo as a stranger. Whenever they met, they would greet him attentively.

Ye Mo would always return the greeting with a smile.

On the contrary, Xin'er gradually became a little restrained and uneasy, because there were some older natives who would tease her.

Ye Mo was calm and did not take it to heart, but Xin'er would always secretly glance at him, hesitating and saying nothing, with two blushes on her pretty face.

Ye Mo could also see a little bit of Xin'er's thoughts, but he could only pretend to be confused.

After a while, Ye Mo, led by Xin'er, came to the martial arts training ground of this native village.

The so-called martial arts training ground is just a larger open space, located in the northwest of the village, close to a low mountain.

The shouts heard before came from the sixteen or seventeen-year-old native boys in the martial arts training ground.

Although these young men are young, they are tall and strong, with dark skin and tangled muscles. In terms of body shape, they are not inferior to those 20-year-old strong men on the Jiuzhou Continent.

Led by a middle-aged man with stubble on his face, the native boys punched like the wind and fought with great power.

This set of boxing, in Ye Mo's eyes now, is naturally full of flaws, but it is much stronger than some ordinary martial arts on the Jiuzhou Continent. Combined with the natives' own innate divine power, even the top masters of the late stage of martial arts on the Jiuzhou Continent may not necessarily defeat the native boys with natural divine power on the field.

Ye Mo was secretly shocked. These native boys are simply geniuses in body refining. If they can get a high-level body refining technique and practice it to a high level, even if they fight against the East Sea Qi training period cultivators, they may not be completely without a chance of winning.

Ye Mo hesitated. He happened to have a copy of Tiankui Ba Ti Jue from Xu Zehai in his hand, but he didn't know whether it was suitable for these natives to practice.

As a Yuanying stage demon cultivator, Xu Zehai's skills were naturally not simple. If he hadn't practiced this set of skills, he would have been cut in two by Duan Chengde's battle formation.

"Okay, you trained very hard, but it's far from enough. The strength of those pirates is beyond your imagination. Rest for an incense stick of time, and then continue training."

"Yes, Uncle Ali"

The native teenagers shouted in unison.

The middle-aged man in charge of training this group of native teenagers was named Ali. He was the strongest native in the entire tribe. He had practiced the "Tiger Capturing Palm Method" handed down by the tribe for tens of millions of times, reaching the realm of "turning decay into magic" in the mouths of Jiuzhou warriors.

The "Tiger Capture Palm" has only three moves, which are simple and easy to learn, but it takes a long time to master these three moves. Ye Mo recalled that when he was just a physical warrior, he practiced the "Wave Slashing Art" which also had only three simple moves, but once he could practice to the master level of "transforming decay into magic", he could also exert unparalleled powerful power.

The moves are more valuable than the quantity. Ye Mo, who has experienced this period, has a deep understanding. Watching the young man in the field repeatedly practicing the simple three moves, he felt a sense of time and space confusion.

"Xin'er, why are you here? Hey, the person next to you, you are Ye Mo, right? Are you healed?" Ali walked to Ye Mo's side. He was not as enthusiastic as ordinary natives, but seemed a little cautious, and even had a little hostility in his eyes.

Ye Mo didn't care. He had heard from Xin'er before that this native named Ali was the only master in the entire native tribe who had killed pirates.

After experiencing that brutal battle, Ali had some resistance to Ye Mo, a monk from the East Sea, which was understandable.

"I am Ye Mo. I admire you for practicing these three palm techniques to such a level and killing a pirate monk with your bare hands." Ye Mo bowed his hands and said sincerely.

Seeing Ye Mo praising him so modestly, Ali, who was kind by nature, gradually lost his hostility and shook his head and said, "Even if I practice well, what's the use? I have no power to fight back against you immortals. Last time, it was because that pirate was careless and underestimated the enemy, so I found an opportunity to get close to him."

Ali was able to escape after killing a pirate and was not discovered by other pirates, which was beyond Ye Mo's expectation.

It can be seen that this native named Ali is not only powerful, but also alert and knows how to advance and retreat. He is not as honest as ordinary natives.

"Xin'er sister, you are finally here. I miss you so much." Ye Mo heard the cheers of a native boy. After a while, a short-haired boy who was a head taller than him and had tight muscles ran over and said breathlessly to Xin'er beside Ye Mo.

Xin'er's face was slightly red. She glanced at Ye Mo and confirmed that he did not have any abnormal expression because of this boy. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and said to the short-haired boy: "Ayong, you are here too?"

"Of course, if you don't train well, what can you do to protect you when pirates come in the future?" Ayong looked at Xin'er with a somewhat unnatural look. Although his skin was dark, Ye Mo could clearly see the change in his face.

"It seems that this little guy has a good impression of Xin'er," Ye Mo thought secretly, and couldn't help but look at the short-haired boy a few more times.

"Brother Ye Mo, his name is Ayong, and he is the grandson of the clan leader grandfather." Xin'er couldn't help but stick to Ye Mo's arm and introduced him in a low voice.

"Are you the foreign islander that Xin'er rescued?" A Yong looked at Ye Mo warily. The other party looked so frail that he pursed his lips in disdain.

"Hmph, you Donghai monks, if you don't know a little magic, how can you be our opponent? If you don't have those fancy magic, I can defeat you with one move."

A Yong's jealousy was so obvious, how could Ye Mo not see it, but how could he be as knowledgeable as a naive young man? He smiled, waved his hand disapprovingly, and said to Ali beside him.

"Does your clan only have the same set of palm skills just now?"

"Huh?" Ali was obviously stunned and said with some confusion, "How come you Donghai monks are also interested in martial arts? Yes, this set of "Capturing the Tiger Palm" was passed down by the elders of our clan. The only set of martial arts."

Ye Mo smiled and said casually: "We Donghai monks don't just know how to cast spells. Before we became monks, we were almost the same as you. We also had to learn martial arts. I once learned the "Wave Cutting Technique"."

""Wave-cutting Technique"? It turns out that you human monks also have your own martial arts, but you don't know how powerful this Wave-cutting Technique is. Is it comparable to our "Tiger Capture Palm"?"

Ali suddenly asked with interest.

"Uncle Ali, don't listen to his bragging. Even if you really practice martial arts, the power will definitely not be as good as our "Tiger Palm". Their Donghai monks are only good at spells. If they don't use spells, see if he is my opponent." A Yong on the side was getting more energetic, gearing up, and seemed to have the idea of ​​competing with Ye Mo.

Ye Mo has long thought about teaching the "Tian Kui Ba Body Technique" he mastered to this native tribe, so that they can have enough strength to protect themselves, which can also be regarded as repaying Xin'er's kindness in saving him. .

It's easy to convince these natives. They cannot practice magic and respect strength. As long as he overwhelms them in strength, they will naturally be convinced by the body-training techniques he has mastered.

"Ayong, how could you do this? Brother Ye Mo is our guest," Xin'er said with an angry pout.

"I'm also telling the truth." Ayong twisted his head, seeming to be quite afraid of Xin'er, and explained with some embarrassment, "The worst, the worst I can do is not compete with him in terms of strength."

Ye Mo shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and smiled at Ali, who looked a little embarrassed next to him, and said: "Since Ayong wants to compete, let's compete. I have learned a lot about the way of body training recently." I understand, it’s time to try my skills.”

"You don't need to use magic to compete with us in martial arts?" Ali said in surprise.

"That's right, no magic required, just a competition of strength and martial arts"

Ye Mo walked to an open space in the center of the martial arts training ground without looking back.

When they heard that Ye Mo, a monk from the East China Sea who came from outside the island, wanted to compete with their clansmen in terms of physical strength and martial arts, all the teenagers showed expressions of astonishment.

"No way, he actually wants to compete with A Yong in fists. Look at his thin body. I'm afraid A Yong can knock him down with one punch."

"Listen to what Uncle Ali has to say. Uncle Ali will never let this kind of competition happen. Haven't you seen that Xin'er is so close to him? If he is hurt, Xin'er will be sad."

"Humph, Xin'er belongs to our tribe. The monks from the outer islands can't even think of taking Xin'er away. Brother Yong, come on, you must teach this kid a lesson."

Most of the teenagers in the field had a good impression of Xin'er and therefore loved Ye Mo very much. However, there were still a few who were jealous and worried that Xin'er would be abducted by Ye Mo.

"What's wrong, Ayong, are you scared?" Ye Mo smiled and stood in the middle of the training ground, looking at the short-haired boy with an imposing look.

"Better, I have to say it in advance. If I accidentally get hurt, Xin'er won't bear any grudge against me." Ayong glanced at Xin'er with some fear.

Under Ye Mo's instigation, Ayong finally mustered up the courage to stand on the competition field.

Of course he was not afraid of Ye Mo. The opponent was just an ordinary East China Sea cultivator. Without using magic, he was probably not as good as the wild wolves in the mountains, so how could he be afraid of him.

He was afraid of Xin'er, and Xin'er just looked at him angrily, and Ali read a lot of information.

That look was obviously warning him that if he really hurt this Donghai monk, he would no longer have to play with him in the future.

Ayong has been secretly in love with Xin'er for a long time, but he doesn't want his relationship with Xin'er to be messed up because of a monk from the East China Sea.

He glanced at Ye Mo in front of him. He always maintained a confident look, which made him quite angry.

"If it wasn't for Xin'er, I would have beaten you to the ground." A Yong, a simple-minded man, was trying hard to find a way to defeat Ye Mo without making Xin'er hold a grudge.

This is undoubtedly extremely difficult for A Yong, who is not good at using his brain.

"Hey, his posture is pretty decent."

Ye Mo's body sank slightly, and he made some gestures with one hand.