Along the way, the enthusiastic natives did not treat Ye Mo as an outsider. Every time they met, they would greet him enthusiastically.
Ye Mo would always return the favor with a smile.
On the contrary, Xin'er gradually seemed a little cautious and uneasy, because there were some older natives who would make fun of her.
Ye Mo was calm and didn't take it to heart, while Xin'er would always glance at him secretly and hesitate, with two blushes on her pretty face.
Ye Mo could also understand 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, right behind a low mountain.
The shouts I heard before were from the sixteen or seventeen-year-old native boys on the martial arts training ground.
Although these young men are young, they are all tall and strong, with dark complexions and exposed muscles. In terms of appearance, they are not inferior to those strong men in their twenties on the Kyushu continent.
The native teenagers, led by a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face, punched like the wind and fought with great dignity.
This boxing technique, in the eyes of Ye Mo today, is naturally full of flaws, but it is much better than some ordinary martial arts in the Kyushu Continent. Combined with the native people's own natural power, even the late warriors on the Kyushu Continent can
Even if you think about it, the top masters may not be able to defeat those Tu boys who are born with supernatural powers in the scene.
Ye Mo was secretly shocked. These young natives were simply geniuses in body training. If they could get a high-level body training method and practice it to a high level, they might not have no chance of winning even against the Qi training monks from the East China Sea.
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Ye Mo was hesitant. He happened to have a copy of Tian Kui Ba Ti Jue from Xu Zehai in his hand, but he didn't know if it was suitable for these natives to practice.
As a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, Xu Zehai's techniques are naturally not simple. If he hadn't practiced this set of techniques, he would have been cut in two by Duan Chengde's battle formation.
"Okay, you have trained very hard, but it is not enough. The power of those pirates is beyond your imagination. Take a break before training again."
"Yes, Uncle Ali"
The native teenagers shouted in unison.
The middle-aged man responsible for training these young natives is named Ali. He is the most powerful native in the entire tribe. He has practiced the "Tiger Palm Technique" handed down from the tribe for thousands of years.
Ten thousand times, it reached the state of "turning decay into magic" in the words of Kyushu warriors.
There are only three moves in the "Tiger Capturing Palm Technique", which are simple and easy to learn. However, to master these three moves, you need to practice for a long time. Ye Mo remembered that when he was just a body training warrior, the "Wave Cutting Technique" he practiced was only simple.
There are only three moves, but once you can practice them to the master level of "turning decay into magic", you can also exert unrivaled power.
Moves are more expensive than more. Ye Mo, who has experienced this period, has a deep understanding. Watching the young man in the field repeatedly linking the three simple moves, he felt like time and space were confused.
"Xin'er, why are you here? Hey, this person next to you is 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.
, there was even a little bit of hostility in his eyes.
Ye Mo didn't take it seriously. 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 cruel battle, Ali had a little resistance to Ye Mo, who was a monk from the East China Sea, which was understandable.
"I am Ye Mo. You are able to practice these three palm techniques to such an extent and kill a pirate monk with your bare hands. I really admire you." Ye Mo cupped his hand and said sincerely.
Seeing Ye Mo praising himself so humbly, the kind-hearted Ali's hostility gradually disappeared. He shook his head and said: "No matter how well you practice, it's of no use. When I encounter you immortals, I have no power to fight back. It was the same last time."
Because the pirate was careless and underestimated the enemy, I found the opportunity to get close to him."
Ali was able to escape after killing a pirate without being discovered by other pirates, which was beyond Ye Mo's expectation.
It can be seen that this native named Ali is not only very strong, but also extremely alert and knows how to advance and retreat. He is not as honest and honest as ordinary natives.
"Sister Xin'er, you are finally here. I miss you so much." The cheers of a native boy rang in Ye Mo's ears. After a while, there was a boy who was a head taller than him and had tight muscles.
The short-haired boy ran over and panted and said to Xin'er who was next to Ye Mo.
Xin'er's face was slightly red, and she glanced at Ye Mo to make sure that he didn't have any unusual expression because of this boy. Then she took a deep breath and said to the short-haired boy: "Ayong, are you there too?"
"Of course. If you don't train well, how will you be protected when pirates come in the future?" A Yong's eyes looked a little unnatural when he looked at Xin'er. Although his skin was dark, Ye Mo could clearly detect the color of his face.
change.
"It seems that this little guy has a good impression of Xin'er" Ye Mo thought to himself and couldn't help but look at the short-haired boy a few more times.
"Brother Ye Mo, his name is A Yong, and he is the grandson of the patriarch." Xin'er couldn't help but put her body next to Ye Mo's arm and introduced him in a low voice.
"Are you the person from the outer island who was rescued by Xin'er?" Ayong looked at Ye Mo warily. The other person seemed to have a frail body, which made him frown with disdain.
"Huh, 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.
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It's easy to convince these natives. They can't practice magic and respect strength. As long as you overwhelm them in terms of strength, they will naturally be convinced by the body-training techniques he masters.
"Ayong, how could you do this? Brother Ye Mo is our guest," Xin'er said with an angry pout.
"I'm 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 afraid?" Ye Mo smiled and stood in the center of the martial arts 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 fighting field.
Of course he is not afraid of Ye Mo. The other party is just an ordinary East China Sea monk. Without using magic, he is probably not as good as the wild wolves in the mountains, so how can he be afraid of him.
What he was afraid of was Xin'er, and Xin'er just looked at him angrily, and Ali immediately understood 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 again.
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 weren't for Xin'er, I would beat you to the ground." A Yong, who was simple-minded, 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 quite decent."
Ye Mo's body sank slightly, and he made some gestures with one hand.