After half a pillar of incense, Li Jinghong finally found the trick not to be washed down by the waterfall: that is, the punch must be fast!

As long as you punch fast enough, you can close your punch as much as you want.

Knowing this, Li Jinghong is as fast as the wind every time he throws a punch, trying to keep his fist under the minimum impact.

After punching hundreds of times in a row, Li Jinghong suddenly heard a long-lost voice in his ears: "Ding, congratulations to the host for raising the Extreme Dao Fist Technique to the second level!"

At this time, his arms were like lead, and he could no longer move, so he had to stop and sit down on the edge of the pool to rest.

"Little Senior Brother asked me to come here to practice boxing, and sure enough, a punch here is equivalent to ten punches in normal times, and the punch speed must be fast enough, otherwise it is useless. ”

Li Jinghong wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

It was only now that he understood the little brother's good intentions.

At this time, a voice behind him said: "There is nothing wrong with throwing fast punches, but closing the punches too quickly violates the purpose of boxing." ”

Li Jinghong turned his head to look and saw Huang Que's flawless face.

Huang Que did not shy away from sitting next to Li Jinghong and asked, "Why are you punching?"

"Do you need a reason to punch?" asked Li Jinghong rhetorically.

Unconsciously, there was a faint aroma of orchids from the yellow finch, which made people feel more energetic and clear-headed after smelling it.

"If there's no reason, then what are you going to do with your punches?"

Huang Que's words were like tongue twisters, which made Li Jinghong a little confused.

I saw him be silent for a moment, and then replied, "I want to get stronger, is that a reason to punch?"

Huang Que nodded and said, "Of course." You have to remember why you throw punches so that you can keep going. If you only think about how to get out of the punch with all your body, then your fist will never reach the peak. ”

Li Jinghong lowered his head thoughtfully.

After a long time, he stood up and hugged his fist at Huang Que and said, "Thank you Sister Huang Que for your advice." ”

With that, he strode into the pool and continued to pound the waterfall with his fists.

Only this time he was much slower to close his punches, and although he was occasionally swept to the ground by a waterfall, he quickly got up and continued to punch.

"You have to punch fast, you have to close your punch slowly, and the more pressure you are under, the more you can sharpen your punch. ”

This is the truth he just figured out from Huang Que's words.

Huang Que looked at Li Jinghong's figure of constantly punching, and muttered to himself: "One point, it is worthy of being Chen Taibai's closed disciple." ”

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Nangong Yan suddenly woke up from the bed and found herself lying in the wing room of the inn.

She reached out and rubbed her swollen head, unable to remember what had happened last night.

At this moment, only a creak was heard, and the door was opened.

Nangong Yan turned her head and saw her mother walking towards her with a bowl.

"Mother!" she shouted happily.

The mother sat on the edge of the bed and said with a distressed face: "Yan'er, you finally woke up, hurry up and drink some porridge to replenish your body." ”

Nangong Yan was in the mood to eat, and asked anxiously: "Mother, are my father and Uncle Feng all right?"

Mother shook her head and replied, "Your father, Uncle Feng, and Gongzi Song, they are all safe. ”

Nangong Yan pursed her lips and said with a look of disgust: "Hmph, whether Song Zhishu is dead or alive is my business, as long as my father and uncle Feng are fine." I was so blind that I fell in love with him as a selfish guy. Mother, didn't you say that you wouldn't let me have anything to do with Song Zhishu, I listened to you, if I say one more word to him in the future, you will cut off my tongue. ”

Mother sighed slightly.

It's naturally a good thing that the daughter no longer likes His Royal Highness the prince.

It's just that Song Zhishu is not what his daughter thinks, he is a bad person who only cares about his own safety and does not care about the lives of others.

However, there is no need for her to tell her daughter about this, otherwise she will live up to Song Zhishu's good intentions.

Nangong Yan drank the porridge in one go, wiped her mouth and asked, "Mother, that swordsman seems to be very powerful last night, did you join forces to kill him?"

The mother shook her head and said helplessly: "It was you, Uncle Feng, who killed him alone, and only with one punch." ”

"This ...... How is this possible?" Nangong Yan asked with a shocked expression.

Uncle Feng is the deacon elder of the Ziwei Sect, and he usually looks amiable and is very polite to everyone.

However, he had worked hard to cultivate for most of his life, but his realm had always been stuck in the bottleneck of the Spirit Vein Realm, and he had not loosened it for decades.

With the strength of his Spirit Vein Realm, how could he possibly kill that Jindan Realm swordsman with one punch?

Nangong Yu did not intend to hide her daughter in this matter.

She took a deep breath and said slowly: "You Uncle Feng is the elder of our Ziwei Palace on the surface, but in fact, he is the great spy of the Embroidered Clothes Gate of the Southern Dao Country, and he has been lurking in our Northern Confucian Kingdom for hundreds of years. Don't mention this to anyone, just know it in your heart. And how did you get along with Uncle Feng before, and how do you get along with him in the future, it's not good to have too many scruples. ”

Nangong Yan nodded silently, her expression a little gloomy.

She suddenly regretted that she had traveled down the mountain with her father, otherwise she would not have known Uncle Feng's other identity, let alone met Song Zhishu's bastard.

After a long time, this little girl, who has always been lively and cheerful, suddenly asked with tears in her eyes: "Mother, why are people's hearts so complicated?"

in another wing.

Feng Kang, the number one spy in Nandao, stood behind his master and asked with some puzzlement: "Your Highness, you could have let me do it earlier last night, why did you have to say those mean words to make Nangong Yan resentful of you?"

Feng Kang has lived a long time, and he has already seen the affairs of his children very thoroughly, so he naturally knows that the little girl has a secret affection for Song Zhishu.

If you put aside Song Zhishu's identity, he is actually quite optimistic about the young man being together.

A talent, a beauty, the two just match perfectly.

It's just that after last night's incident, it is estimated that Nangong Yan has completely given up on him.

Song Zhishu picked up the teacup and muttered: "Hate me, it's countless times better than liking me, at least you don't have to bear the torment of lovesickness." ”

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Thousands of miles away, a woman wearing a phoenix crown and a gorgeous palace dress was sitting at her desk in a daze.

Perhaps thinking of something happy, the young and beautiful woman smiled and wrote down three words: nerd.

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(Thank you for the 500 starting coins rewarded by Queerqing~)