Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

If you look closely, you'll find that Zhang Zhiwei is completely still.

Mo Wen's feet sank several centimeters into the bluestone slab.

This did not discourage Mo Wen in the slightest.

Instead, they became even more excited.

"Not bad." Zhang Zhiwei felt the force coming from his palm and looked surprised.

At the same time, he slapped Mo Wen in the chest with his backhand.

In such a short distance, even the air itself is compressed with a flip of the hand.

But Mo Wen greeted him with a broad smile and without any fear.

boom!

The muffled sound was even louder than before, and it even shook the large, leafy trees in the courtyard.

The king hanging from the tree swayed along with it, but fortunately, Mo Wen was good at hanging it.

It didn't fall off even after half a day.

Subsequently, Mo Wen and the Old Celestial Master made their moves simultaneously, countering each other's attacks.

Hands down, arms outstretched, back against the arm, hands outstretched.

Without any prior notice, the two tacitly refrained from using any tricks or maneuvering, engaging only in brutal, hand-to-hand combat.

It's hard to imagine.

Although they were just two fleshy palms, the sound of them striking each other was like dozens or even hundreds of strong men simultaneously swinging giant hammers and beating drums.

The dull thud was deafening and made one's heart ache.

It was as if they were not fighting as humans.

Instead, it was a colossal beast tens of meters tall.

Mosquitoes, snakes, and rats within a radius of several hundred meters from the Old Celestial Master's residence fled in panic.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous bombardment sounded like thunder, and the air currents generated by the collision of fists and palms made the five large trees in the yard rustle loudly.

The two people were caught in a small tornado.

But it seemed to be rooted to the ground, completely still.

Anyone who sees this scene will be deeply shocked.

However, the only person who could have witnessed this scene collapsed from exhaustion and was unable to see it.

"So strong... so incredibly strong!"

"Even though he had never practiced any external martial arts techniques, the power of each of his attacks was no less than mine, and even greater than mine, making my blood and qi surge and my hand bones ache."

"Is his cultivation stronger than mine? No, with over a hundred years of cultivation, in terms of skill, I can't possibly be inferior to the Old Celestial Master!"

"The difference between me and the Old Master is our control over power!"

"It's a difference in the realm of life and nature!"

Mo Wen was focused and highly concentrated, savoring the feeling of fighting Zhang Zhiwei.

By chance, he had an epiphany and firmly grasped and absorbed this glimmer of inspiration.

Even though the bones in his hands, which had been refined into armor, turned slightly bluish-purple, he didn't care at all.

However, he didn't care.

Zhang Zhiwei, however, did not want to fight anymore.

Why?

Because his hand hurts!

Moreover, Zhang Zhiwei will not use any supernatural methods to test Mo Wen's life.

This meant that he, a mere mortal, had to compete with Mo Wen, who had already transformed his body into armor, in terms of physical strength.

Although Zhang Zhiwei possessed unparalleled high life cultivation.

In addition, there is an almost supernatural control over power.

They could either deflect all the force Mo Wen was attacking, or use his force against him, or concentrate their attack on one point.

He ensured that he was not harmed in the slightest.

But he was still just a mortal, and Mo Wen's cultivation was no less than his. Even if he could transfer and deflect the power, Zhang Zhiwei would still feel pain the moment they made contact.

"How did this child cultivate? Strength is nothing special, but his physical strength is truly astonishing."

"The key is that his cultivation is no less refined than mine, and he is so young. It's even more incredible than Wugensheng."

"He knows quite a few techniques, and he's mastered each one quite well."

"Wow, this talent and innate ability..."

"It's tempting me..."

Mo Wen was still immersed in the simple clash of life cultivation.

The more excited one is, the more one's blood boils.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly stopped, letting Mo Wen's fist come at him.

Mo Wen's expression changed, and he quickly steered the car around, his fist almost grazing Zhang Zhiwei's cheek.

A few strands of white hair were whipped and swayed by the force of the punch.

"Old Celestial Master, why did you stop?"

Mo Wen looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a puzzled expression and asked with a frown.

Zhang Zhiwei remained calm, his hands clasped behind his back: "Look at your feet."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wen looked down and discovered that the bluestone slab beneath his feet had turned to dust, and his feet were sunk into the ground, above his calves.

No wonder Zhang Zhiwei seemed to have grown taller while we were playing.

He mobilized a little bit of his true qi to blow away the stone dust on his feet.

A small pit nearly a foot deep was revealed.

"That's enough, Master, let's continue..." Mo Wen stepped out of the pit, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that the Master had already turned around and walked into the house.

"I'm done fighting. I'm getting old and a bit tired. Let's call it a day."

The old master waved his hand without turning his head.

"Getting older..."

Mo Wen watched the old celestial master's retreating figure, somewhat speechless.

If you don't want to fight, then you don't want to fight.

And they're still making up excuses like this.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhiwei threw something over, and Mo Wen caught it. It was a booklet with three words written on the cover.

Golden Light Mantra.

At that moment, Zhang Zhiwei's voice came.

“The training and growth of the soul can only be achieved over time; there is no shortcut.”

"The same applies to the Quanzhen Longmen sect."

"However, I know that you young people are definitely not willing to spend time on this. I will spread this method to you, correct your state, and accumulate knowledge day by day, and your soul will naturally improve."

Mo Wen's eye twitched slightly.

Doesn't this still require painstaking effort?

So, the reason I was given the Golden Light Mantra is to use the ever-changing, offensive and defensive golden light to compensate from the side?

It really is...

Mo Wen shook his head, but still cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Elder Celestial Master."

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei had reached the door, paused, and turned his head slightly: "Young friend Mo, the road is under your feet. Once you step on it, just keep walking forward."

“It is not wrong to use techniques to prove the Dao, but remember not to specialize in one area. You must fill in the gaps and make up for any deficiencies. Only by ensuring both your health and life can you reach the Great Dao.”

"Oh, and remember to take Xiao Wang with you before you leave."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei went inside, and the door closed automatically.

In the quiet courtyard.

Mo Wen stood there, deep in thought, carefully recalling and reflecting on the exchange he had just had.

He then let out a soft sigh.

"Is this the old Celestial Master? He is indeed terrifyingly powerful."

Although they haven't had a full-scale confrontation, Mo Wen has already gained a lot.

He shook his head, casually waved his hand, and knocked Wang Ye down from the tree to catch him.

He said goodbye to Zhang Zhiwei inside the house and turned to leave.

He didn't know.

After he left, Zhang Zhiwei grimaced, rolled up his sleeve, looked at his bruised arm, and gently rubbed it.

"Really... I will never fight this kid with my bare hands again."

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Chapter 181 The Great Dao of Life and Death, Cultivating the Golden Light Mantra, Trouble Begins for the Wang Family

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, casting its bright light upon the earth.

A thin layer of silver gauze shrouded the earth.