Early the next morning, Zhao Yan still maintained his habit of getting up at six o'clock.

Although I have changed my place of residence again, I can't lose the habit of morning exercise.

When I walked into the courtyard, I found that Yang Zhixin had already gotten up early and started to cultivate.

This time, she didn't wear her fairy white gauze skirt, but wore a sportswear, and her long hair was simply tied in a ponytail, which looked particularly heroic.

She didn't continue to practice swordsmanship, but her eyes were slightly closed, and she slowly played a set of boxing moves with extremely light and gentle movements, which in Zhao Yan's opinion, was a bit like Tai Chi.

But after Zhao Yan carefully observed for a while, he frowned and found that things were not simple.

Looking past her, and then looking at the flowers and plants on the walls behind her, there was a faint bend, as if through a layer of water tank.

Zhao Yan had no doubt at all that this seemingly breezy move would have terrible consequences if it hit a person.

At least he wasn't going to take another trick himself.

Fortunately, the yard is large enough for them not to interfere with each other.

Zhao Yan silently walked to a corner and began his training.

Handstand, from both hands to one hand, and then from five fingers to one finger.

The pace, the rate, is constantly changing.

After a set of warm-up exercises, Yang Zhixin had already finished her quirky boxing skills, and quickly discovered a more interesting way to exercise than practicing boxing dryly.

"Hey, accompany Miss Ben for two moves!" he couldn't help but say, and slapped him head-on.

Zhao Yan's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly made an iron plate bridge to avoid Yang Zhixin's attack.

Not far behind him, the land that was going to be used to plant some flowers and plants exploded into a shallow pit with a radius of two meters and a depth of half a meter.

"Are you still playing?" Before Zhao Yan could stand up straight, a long leg had already flown up and kicked straight towards his waist.

Zhao Yan has no doubt that if he is kicked by this kick, he may have to say goodbye to the happy life in his next life.

So he swung out his left hand backhand, hit the ground with a palm, rebounded with his strength, and clenched his fist with his right hand, making the ultimate trick in Wang Baquan, the black tiger digging out his heart.

"Hmph, I'm really not a good person!" Yang Zhixin frowned slightly, her hands were like holding a ball, and she drew a half-arc on her chest, caging Zhao Yan's right fist inside.

There was a series of crackling slight popping sounds in the air!

"Interesting!" the corners of Yang Zhixin's mouth rose.

Zhao Yan's surprise was even worse, his punch was at least seven points of force, but now it felt like he had entered a lump of cement, not only was he unable to exert his strength, but the air around him seemed to be gradually solidifying, wrapping his fist and becoming heavier and heavier.

Seeing that this punch was castrated, Zhao Yan roared suddenly, his feet passed to his legs, his waist to his back, and the muscles of his whole body suddenly tensed, and he exerted his strength again in an inch of space!

With a soft "snap", his right fist finally broke through the invisible barrier and touched Yang Zhixin's bare hand lightly.

Yang Zhixin's long hair flew back, and a wave of qi centered on the two of them, quickly spreading around.

Zhao Yan felt that if he stayed with her again, his self-confidence would be seriously frustrated.

Just after a night's rest, she got stronger again.

The punch just now, of course, is not that simple, maybe only Zhao Yan himself knows how powerful that punch is.

"I actually let the aftermath dissipate, and it didn't all go away, it seems that my exercises are not yet perfect. Yang Zhixin shook her wrist, her face was a little frustrated.

"Wow, are you also practicing martial arts?" Outside the fence, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded.

Zhao Yan looked back, but it turned out to be a familiar face.

It was yesterday, when the two of them first arrived at Yundu Mountain, the young woman they saw in the distance by the lake when they were sightseeing, and her two "followers".

"The neighbor has come to visit the door, won't you let us in and sit?" the woman smiled like a flower, and there was a little familiarity with herself.

Zhao Yan hurriedly went over to open the door: "Of course you can...... Hey, you're not the one, Xue ......"

At this time, when he was close, Zhao Yan really recognized the person, who was now a red flower, Xue Qingyan.

"Yes, I'm Xue Qingyan, am you surprised?Are you also my fan?" Xue Qingyan smiled, his eyes bent into crescent moons.

"Are you famous? Also, what are the fans?" Yang Zhixin's voice was a little more chilly in the morning.

Xue Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yang Zhixin carefully.

No powder, plain face, but still flawless, slender, half a head taller than her, curvy, natural.

Xue Qingyan was about to answer, but he choked in his throat and forgot to say it, but his eyes suddenly lit up: "I recognize it......! Well, fairy sister! Let me tell you, that Ammon is not a good thing, he didn't do anything to you yesterday, did he?"

Yesterday, Yoyo's live broadcast accident was on the hot search, and Xue Qingyan naturally saw it.

However, the story behind it, because everyone didn't dare to risk offending the Ai family to continue filming, it didn't spread.

Therefore, Xue Qingyan didn't know the follow-up of the story, so he regarded Zhao Yan as a bodyguard.

Yang Zhixin shook her head, pointed at Zhao Yan, and said with a smile: "Do you mean that nasty man yesterday? ”

Xue Qingyan's face changed: "You are new to Jiangcheng, let me tell you, things are not so simple! That Ai family has raised a lot of thugs, I just looked outside, the strength of this bodyguard of yours is not good at all, and I can't deal with them!"

said it matter-of-factly, without the slightest concern for Zhao Yan's slightly twitching cheeks over there.

"But it's okay, with me here, you can rest assured! His Ai family can't move you! You need a maid or a bodyguard, I can handle it! The people I know are very powerful, much better than him!"

Yang Zhixin blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, if your people can defeat him, I will ...... him Well, drive away. ”

"Xiao Jia, you go!" Xue Qingyan pointed to the young man on the left and motioned for him to make a move.

The young man's name was Jia Hongwei, tall and capable.

Hearing Xue Qingyan's order, Jia Hongwei hesitated a little and said, "Miss, let's punch casually, ordinary people can't catch it." And we, cultivators, are we not bullying ordinary people when we do it?"

Xue Qingyan stomped his feet, and said a little impatiently: "You have a lot to do, every time you brag about how powerful you are, but when you really need to make a move, you push back and forth, can you be like a man, hurry up!"

Jia Hongwei was unhappy: "Let Yu Shu, this kind of bullying thing, I won't do it!"

Another young man named Wang Yushu was shorter and stronger than Jia Hongwei.

He was more reticent, but just shook his head: "You want to go up, you go up!"

The two excused each other, and Xue Qingyan jumped to his feet angrily: "You two waste, you're really angry with me!

But the two of them stiffened their necks, maintained the dignity of cultivators, and resolutely did not make a move on "ordinary people" like Zhao Yan.

"Otherwise, if you two go up together, if you can make me take half a step back, even if I lose, how about it?"

Zhao Yan's voice sounded faintly.