After chatting for a while, Wu Bei said, "You don't leave tonight, just accompany me for a few moves."

His boxing intention was condensed, but he was still far from Xiaocheng. Now he needed to practice hammering. It would be better to find a master to practice tricks in a natural way.

Ding Mo's eyes shone: "I didn't officially fight with you yesterday. I'm very sorry. Today I happened to experience the methods of the master of boxing spirit!"

Ding Mo is also an expert in cultivation. In his eyes, only a divine realm master who condenses the intention of fists can be called a master, otherwise he can only be a "divine realm master".

The same is true for the innate realm. Only those who have formed their own martial arts ideas in the innate stage, based on the meaning of boxing, can be called a great master, otherwise they can only be called an innate master or a innate master.

For example, Wu Bei is in the divine realm and condenses his fist intention, and that is a complete master of the divine realm. The master is destined to establish a sect and write a brilliant stroke in the history of martial arts.

The two came to the backyard and confronted each other. The air seemed to become heavier. Ding Mo seemed to have turned into a statue, motionless, as if he had even stopped breathing.

The three innate realms of thoughts have made him possess spiritual thoughts, and with the blessing of spiritual thoughts, Ding Mo's boxing technique is "thought to the boxing", which means hitting wherever he is. Moreover, after passing through the innate realm of refining the form, his physique is strong and his actions are like lightning. He is a very powerful master.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, and the two people rushed towards each other at the same time without distinguishing order.

With a loud thunderous sound, the two of them separated by lightning.

Wu Bei rubbed his left shoulder and hit the opponent's palm. He is worthy of being a innate master, and he hit him in the first round.

Ding Mo said with a proud look, "Brother, how do you feel? My 'Golden Jade Palm' is okay, right?"

Wu Bei snorted, this time he took the initiative to attack, and the two of them fought another shot.

Once, twice, three times.

At the beginning, Wu Bei suffered a loss and had to be hit by one or two. But after the tenth round, he was able to equalize Ding Mo.

Twenty rounds later, Wu Bei's mark began to be left on Ding Mo's body, and Wu Bei had a little upper hand.

After the 30th round, Ding Mo screamed, and Wu Bei made a blow to the back. If he hadn't suppressed his strength, he would have smashed his waist.

Ding Mo sighed and said, "It's boring to stop fighting."

He is a congenital master, and he was the master of the Divine Realm and could not bear the burden of face.

Wu Bei smiled and said, "Old Ding, thank you for your hard work."

By fighting with others, it is easy to see a person's character. After these thirty rounds, Wu Bei can conclude that Ding Mo is a person worth making friends with.

Ding Mo rolled his eyes: "I admit that I can't beat you, but don't be proud. If I used all my strength at the beginning, you would have been lying down long ago."

Wu Bei: "Sorry, I also had a killer move but didn't use it, otherwise you would have to lie down."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Wu Bei gained a lot. After this struggle, his boxing intention was completely stabilized and he was developing towards the "small success" stage.

At this time, the sky was already brighter, and Wu Bei asked someone to send a tea and fruit spot to use it with Ding Mo.

At this time, Xue Taihu seemed to hear the movement and came to ask for a meeting. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ding Mo and asked, "Master Wu, who is this?"

Wu Beidao: "This is Mr. Ding, my friend, a great master innateness."

Xue Taihu was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "I have met the Grand Master."

Ding Mo said coldly: "Are you insulting me?"
Chapter completed!