King of the Fairy City

It was just a sparring match, so Ye Mo naturally wouldn't use the flying sword on his body. He could only use his palm instead of the sword to perform the "Chopping Waves Technique" which he hadn't used for a long time.

The Chopping Waves Technique only had three simple moves, namely, Breaking Waves Slash, Whirlpool Slash, and Waves Combo Slash.

For an ordinary warrior, if he hadn't practiced martial arts for too long, his power would definitely be greatly reduced, and he might even fall from the previous state of "turning decay into magic" to the state of "reaching the pinnacle" or even "having some achievements".

Ye Mo didn't have this problem. The soul of a cultivator far surpassed that of an ordinary warrior, and his comprehension of combat skills and control of the body were not comparable to those of a warrior. Even if he didn't practice martial arts for a long time, the power of martial arts would not be weakened at all.

Moreover, the strength of a foundation-building cultivator was not comparable to that of a Qi-training cultivator, let alone these small Tu people.

A long-lost feeling came to his mind. Ye Mo was thoughtful, his palm turned outward, and said calmly to A Yong in front of him: "Come on."

Ye Mo's starting posture was standard, defending most of the flaws in his body. A Yong was quite talented in martial arts, and had a unique vision, and had already seen that Ye Mo was good.

"It seems that his martial arts are also above the peak level."

Ali also murmured in surprise.

"Uncle Ali means that even if Brother Ye Mo does not use magic power, he can still defeat A Yong?" Xin'er was delighted and asked hurriedly.

"That's hard to say. Even if his martial arts are very powerful, without using magic power, without sufficient strength support, he can't be Ali's opponent.

Ali's current strength has reached more than 2,000 pounds. One punch can split mountains and rocks and kill a sea beast. Even I only weigh more than 3,000 pounds."

Ali shook his head and still didn't think highly of Ye Mo. This kind of force is stronger than many immortals in the Qi training period.

"Hey, A Yonggan hurt Brother Ye Mo, Xin'er will definitely not care about him anymore." Xin'er, who had just relaxed a little, pouted again in dissatisfaction.

"This"

Xin'er's elbow was bent outward, and she was so concerned about an outsider that Ali was speechless.

Fists and feet have no eyes. If the two really fight, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no injuries.

"Not bad, I hope it's not a show-off." A Yong finally couldn't bear it after Ye Mo's many words, and punched him directly with a long fist.

The huge fist rushed straight at an incredibly fast speed, and the speed was so fast that it had already made a loud sound.

Ye Mo did not use the Zhanlang Jue, nor did he directly use his body skills to dodge this powerful punch, but his right hand was a palm, and he pushed it out flatly to meet A Yong's fist.

"Bang"

The two fists and palms fought, making a muffled sound.

Ye Mo's body did not move at all, like a huge mountain. On the contrary, Ayong, who was ready to attack, retreated four or five steps with a "thump, thump, thump".

"How is it possible?"

Ayong exclaimed. In this fist fight, the opponent's palm strength was far greater than his.

Although he just wanted to test it, he only used 70% of his strength and did not use martial arts, but looking at Ye Mo's appearance, it was obvious that he did not use much strength.

Ali and other native teenagers who were watching the fight were also shocked by the scene in front of them.

Some teenagers even rubbed their eyes, thinking that they had just seen it wrong.

Ayong was tall and muscular, and his palm was twice as big as Ye Mo's. In front of Ayong, Ye Mo was much thinner.

But this seemingly weak young man actually caught Ayong's attack with one hand.

"Ayong, what are you doing? You can't let Xin'er win."

Some teenagers shouted in dissatisfaction.

Ayong's face was a little red, and he didn't know if he had just used only 70% of his strength.

"Come again"

Ye Mo smiled lightly, waved his slightly swollen right hand, and thought to himself that he still underestimated the power of the Donghai natives

To catch Ayong's attack, Ye Mo used 10% of his strength.

This was because he practiced the "Tian Kui Tyrant Body Art", otherwise he would need to use about 20% of his physical strength to counter this attack.

But he had already seen that the opponent did not exert his true strength.

"Good Tiger Capture Waist"

Ayong did not dare to underestimate the opponent and directly performed the first move of "Tiger Capture Palm".

The natives were not very literate, and the names of the skills were also very vulgar. Tiger Capture Waist was just a combination of two palms, slapping the opponent's waist.

Ayong's body was like the wind, and he ran with big strides, shaking the entire ground slightly. His hands were like a palm leaf fan, and he went straight to Ye Mo's waist.

Ye Mo twisted his body and dodged this move with light steps.

"Tiger Catch Tail"

A Yong stomped on the ground, turned his body suddenly, and grabbed Ye Mo's back with his right hand.

A Yong's transition to Tiger Catch Tail was smooth and natural, which made the surrounding native boys cheer.

"A Yong has practiced the three moves of Tiger Catch Palm for nearly 100,000 times. This kid is quite diligent. I'm afraid he has practiced a lot in private." Ali's eyes were full of praise.

Xin'er puffed up her cheeks and snorted.

"Come on, watch out, Break the Waves"

Ye Mo shouted softly.

Bang

The palm became a sword, drawing a perfect half arc, and the angle was extremely accurate to hit A Yong's wrist.

"Ouch"

A Yong groaned, flew backwards, fell to the ground, and couldn't help howling while holding his wrist.

Ye Mo chuckled, flashed, and swept to A Yong's side.

"Stop, don't hurt A Yong"

Ali was anxious, thinking that Ye Mo would continue to attack A Yong, so he rushed over.

Ali was eager to save people. He leaned forward and ran with a strong momentum. He stretched out his palms and hit Ye Mo on the head.

"Capturing the tiger's head"

"Well done." Ye Mo was in high spirits, using 10% of his strength, he waved his palm three times in succession, forming three half-arcs in the blink of an eye.

"Three consecutive cuts in waves"

The three forces of fear were superimposed together and hit Ali's fist hard.

Alize flew out backwards and retreated ten feet away. He managed to regain his balance, but spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.

"You're cheating. You promised not to use magic." The native youths next to him were filled with indignation and accused Ye Mo one after another. Some native youths with a bad temper even rolled up their sleeves and wanted to teach him a lesson.

"He didn't use magic."

Ali sighed and waved his hand to stop the young man's behavior.

He previously thought that Ye Mo secretly used his magic power to kill A Yong. Now that it was his turn to experience it for himself, he naturally knew that Ye Mo did not use his magic power.

"Brother Ye is really powerful. I didn't expect that he could defeat us with physical strength alone," Ali said with an ugly face.

In that blow just now, he had used all his strength, but he didn't expect that he was still easily knocked away by the opponent.

The Donghai monk in front of him was not bragging. His physical strength was far superior to his own.

Ali had to give in.

Ye Mo smiled and waved his hand, not taking it seriously. He walked to A Yong and pointed a finger, and a green beam of light shot out from his fingertips and hit A Yong's body.

A Yong, who was injured by Ye Mo, quickly stood up with a confused look on his face.

"Spell, such a magical spell"

Ali looked at the magical scene in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He once thought that as long as he could cultivate his martial arts to a higher level, and as long as his strength could reach a certain level, he would have a chance to defeat ordinary Donghai monks.

But Ye Mo's miraculous power to resuscitate the injured with just one finger made him immediately lose confidence.

How could the strength of the natives compete with the immortals? Ali smiled bitterly.

Ye Mo followed suit and also healed Ali's injuries.

Seeing the other party's frustrated look, Ye Mo said: "I'm very sorry, because I haven't used martial arts for a long time, and I can't hold back for a while."

"It's nothing. I just want to thank Brother Ye for showing mercy." Ali said sadly, already secretly feeling sad about the future fate of their tribe.

"Brother Ye, I have something that I don't understand." Ali looked at Ye Mo in surprise and asked.

"Brother Li, it doesn't matter," Ye Mo nodded.

"Brother Ye, since you are a monk from the East China Sea, you should know how powerful spells are. Physical strength cannot compare with this kind of power. But I think you seem to have put a lot of effort into refining your body. Otherwise, you wouldn't be like you are today." You defeated me and Xiaoyong so easily."

Ali paused and said with an ugly expression, "Martial skills are so useless, but Brother Ye has also practiced them to the point where they become magical. Doesn't this delay your magic practice?"

"Who said physical strength is no match for magic?"

Ye Mo shook his head thoughtfully.

"I have an ancient body-training technique, but it is specifically for body-training."

Teaching the "Tiankui Ba Body Technique" was of great importance, and Ye Mo thought about it for a while before deciding to teach the first three levels of this body training technique to this native tribe.

Hearing that Ye Mo relied on an ancient body-refining technique to possess such tyrannical physical strength, Ali was so excited that he couldn't control himself. After bidding farewell to Ye Mo in a hurry, he rushed directly to the hut where the clan leader was.

Cheng Konghai has been very busy in the past month. The progress of the village's defense construction is too slow, and the next pirate attack will come soon.

Although he also knew that the fence built by the mere first-level spirit wood could not stop the pirates who had mastered powerful spells, it was still better than nothing. In his opinion, at least he could win enough battles before the pirates broke into the village. At that time, the old, weak, women and children in the village were arranged to go to sea to escape.

"Master Patriarch, Master Patriarch..." A call came from outside the house. Cheng Kuhai was stunned, put down a pamphlet in his hand, and opened the door of the house.

"What's going on in such a panic? Did that group of pirates arrive early?" Cheng Konghai asked nervously.

"It's not a pirate, it's the monk from the outer island named Ye Mo." Ali was anxious and didn't know what to say for a moment, and seemed a little hesitant.

Cheng Konghai handed over a cup of tea, frowned and said, "You're already a grown man. Don't be so impatient. If you have anything to say, please speak slowly. What's wrong with Ye Mo? Has the injury relapsed?"

"no."

Ali took a sip of tea and finally calmed down from his excitement.

"Brother Ye just went to our martial arts training ground and competed with your grandson Ayong, and he won easily without using any magic power.

And I also took action at that time, but I didn't expect that I was still no match for him. Brother Ye easily defeated A Yong and I just by relying on his own physical strength."