Entry copying begins with kidnapping Wang Yuyan

He struck the boat pole with both palms, feeling an unparalleled solidity.

Ding Busi was pleased with himself, but he didn't hear the sound of the boat pole breaking. He only felt the boat pole start to spin, and his hands suddenly went out of control, with his left hand striking his right hand.

boom!

The two palms struck each other, producing a muffled sound, and a surge of similar, powerful internal energy poured into the meridians.

Ding Busi was startled and quickly channeled his inner strength to meet the attack.

The four internal forces collided head-on in his meridians, which were overwhelmed and caused intense pain, so much so that Ding Busi's sallow face contorted in agony, and he staggered back several steps.

What kind of evil technique is this!

Wang Yuyan's eyes flickered slightly: "Just now, when I saw Li Lang use his skill to reverse the boat pole, I thought that the two maids, A Zhu and A Bi, had stolen the 'Star-Shifting Technique' for him. Now it seems that's not the case. What kind of martial art is this?"

Bai Axiu was also shocked. The young man in front of her was not old and his aura was not obvious, but she did not expect him to be a master. He knocked Ding Busi back several steps with just one move. He was much stronger than her, a direct descendant of the Snow Mountain Sect.

"Ah Xiu, what's wrong?"

The silence at the scene worried Shi Xiaocui, who couldn't help but ask a question.

Bai Axiu came to her senses and said, "Grandma, this brother defeated Ding Busi in one move."

"Okay, Ying, Ying..."

Before she could finish praising her, Ding Busi spoke up for her: "Heroes emerge from among the young. I don't believe your skills are deeper than mine at such a young age!"

There are many young men and women in the world with profound skills, and many more with even greater abilities than him.

But all those people were disciples of major sects, unlike the short-haired boy in front of them who did not follow the etiquette of the Central Plains.

As they spoke, they lunged at Li Mo's small boat again.

Li Mo wielded the boat pole, unleashing the Zhou Gong Sword Technique with incredible speed, aiming to cover all of Ding Busi's vital points.

Ding Busi's expression changed drastically, his momentum decreased, and he could only swing his palm to strike the boat pole.

He was prepared; as long as the opponent countered his force, he could use the momentum to retreat and escape the attack.

boom!

When his palm struck the boat pole, he felt no rebound. Instead, he felt his internal energy vanish like water, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

With his plan falling through, Ding Busi, who was in mid-air and had no one to hold onto, suddenly fell into the lake with a splash.

"How insidious!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp aura above his head and quickly dove into the water to avoid the attack from the boat pole.

Ding Busi dove seven or eight meters backward in one breath before surfacing, leaping onto his small boat, and looking at Li Mo with surprise and uncertainty.

How evil!

The boy in front of me is too strange!

The way he used his strength was simply unbelievable, at least to him it was too miraculous.

Upon careful reflection, besides that, the opponent's moves were also quite ingenious. Although they didn't use any spectacular moves like the Snowflake Six Outs, they were perfectly timed, forcing me back with both attacks.

Weird!

Could this person be a disciple of some famous sect?

"Which sect or school are you from, kid?" Ding Busi asked loudly.

Li Mo: "Self-taught, without any affiliation or school of thought."

"Hmph!" Ding Busi snorted, pulling a nine-section whip from his waist. "Boy, I wasn't serious earlier, now you'd better watch out!"

"Serious, truly...and..."

Bai Axiu had already helped Shi Xiaocui out of the cabin, and now she was nestled against her granddaughter, observing the battle situation.

The old woman had a face full of wrinkles, but her features were delicate and her skin was fair, indicating that she must have been quite beautiful when she was young. No wonder she became Ding Busi's ideal woman.

Ding Busi lashed out at Li Mo with his whip, adding on behalf of his goddess, "So what if she's serious? She's just a defeated opponent."

Shi Xiaocui smiled upon hearing this.

It was clear that Ding Busi was often ridiculed by her and was very familiar with her way of speaking; these words, however, struck a chord with her.

Although he was speaking, Ding Busi's hands moved quickly. In the whistling wind, the nine-section whip twisted like a dragon and struck straight at Li Mo.

Li Mo's expression shifted slightly. He gently pushed the boat pole forward, and suddenly struck the long whip. The next moment, the dragon-headed whip, which was as graceful as a dragon, went limp as if it had been struck in the vital spot of a venomous snake.

Ding Busi's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his whip and struck Li Mo again.

Li Mo struck again, his movements so simple yet they turned the whip into a dead snake.

Having studied all the martial arts techniques in Langhuan Paradise, Ding Busi's Golden Dragon Whip Technique, which made him famous in the martial arts world, was full of flaws and easily defeated in his eyes.

This is not to say that this martial art is terrible.

Rather, Li Mo probably knows better than Ding Busi where to exert force and where the energy nodes are in this martial art.

In this way, what is not a flaw to an ordinary person becomes a flaw.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Ding Busi's blood and qi were churning, and his mind became confused.

So uncomfortable!

Every time he made a move, he was interrupted, and his internal energy surged back. He could bear it once or twice, but after dozens of times, he felt as if the internal energy in his body had a mind of its own and was out of control.

"Senior Ding, I've finished watching this whip technique!"

Li Mo suddenly spoke up and gently stirred the whip, which then seemed to come alive and wrapped itself around the boat pole.

Ding Busi was startled and pulled the golden whip backward with all his might. He felt an extremely condensed force, like a living thing, surging from the whip. He couldn't help but loosen his grip and let the boat pole wrapped around the golden whip be pulled back.

I've encountered a ghost!

This person not only easily dealt with his whip technique, but also disarmed himself with ease; he was simply a freak.

Li Mo paused on the deck with the boat pole, and the nine-section whip immediately loosened and fell onto the deck.

"Youcao, look, isn't this whip made of gold?"

Youcao was delighted. She stepped forward, picked up the whip, and exclaimed, "Young master, this whip is made of gold and inlaid with gemstones. It must be worth a lot of money!"

Shi Xiaocui glared at Ding Busi and sneered, "A whip made of gold, all flash and no substance!"

Gold is naturally unsuitable for making weapons; no one has ever said that before.

There's no other reason than that, in his hands, whether the whip is made of gold or a tree branch, it's still a divine weapon. Using gold and setting it with gemstones is just showing off, so what does it matter?

But now it's different.

His weapons were easily taken away, which made it seem that he didn't work hard enough and only pursued superficial things.

Leaving the goddess with the impression of being all show and no substance was the most embarrassing moment of his life in decades.

Li Mo brandished the boat pole in his hand: "Senior Ding, do you have any further instructions? If not, then this whip is mine."

Ding Busi's sallow face turned pale with anger. His mind raced with thoughts, but he was helpless.

Fists and palms won't work, whip techniques won't work, and even the Ding family's grappling techniques, which haven't been used yet, probably won't work either.

Internal energy?

The opponent had exchanged dozens of blows with him without batting an eye or panting. Even if his internal strength was slightly weaker than his own, it was probably only slightly weaker. There was simply no way he could defeat the opponent.

"I am willing to redeem my weapon." Ding Busi's face was grim. He suddenly pulled out a stack of silver notes from his pocket. "I beg you, young hero, to be merciful."

In the world of gangsters, face is extremely important.

If his weapon were to appear in a pawnshop or similar place, he would be incredibly embarrassed. Regardless of what his fellow martial artists thought, Ding Busan would definitely laugh at him for years to come, and even his quirky granddaughter would probably laugh until she cried.

The thought of that scene made him want to dig a hole and bury himself.

Li Mo gave him a knowing look, then extended the boat pole, reaching right in front of Ding Busi.

Before Ding Busi could react, he felt a lightness in his hand; the boat pole had actually rolled up the silver note and returned to the bow of the other boat.

Such a method of controlling force startled Ding Busi, causing him to retreat several steps.

"Youcao, count out a few silver notes."

Youcao's eyes lit up as she took the silver notes and quickly counted them: "There are a full two thousand one hundred taels! Young master, we've made money!"

"Not bad!" Li Mo kept his promise, swung the boat pole, and the golden dragon whip reversed and struck Ding Busi's boat with a "plop." With a cracking sound, the small boat's planks immediately split into several pieces and sank rapidly.

"you……"

Just as Ding Busi was about to utter some harsh words, he saw Li Mo's eyes turn slightly cold. Startled, he quickly jumped into the lake, pulled out his golden whip, and swam away into the distance, leaving only a ripple on the surface of the water. He didn't dare to leap out of the water and appear in front of Li Mo.