Xia Fanxing's whole body was surrounded by a faint layer of blue light, and he was half-kneeling on the ground. One hand was clenched into a fist on the ground, and the green tendons on the back of the hand were bursting up.

The key and difficult point of the Heart Fist Method is that you must first relax your palms and use the spiritual power in your body to impact your palms with a certain regularity, so that they can relax and reach a very mysterious realm. Then, with a passage in the boxing technique, a piece of divine consciousness is introduced, which attaches to the spiritual energy in the body to reach the palm, separates them like a cocoon, and strikes out the divine consciousness, but retains the spiritual power in the body, so that the monk can control his spiritual consciousness more accurately.

When Xinheng Daoist first taught him this set of boxing techniques, he really praised him for his cleverness. At that time, Xiao Fanxing was only in his early teens, but he seemed to have insight when doing the "relaxation" link. First try to punch more spiritual power out of the body, and then immediately urge the dantian to contract, absorb back the spiritual energy that will not come out, and then use the spiritual power to regularly impact the palm, which can make the fist quickly enter that extremely relaxed state.

Xia Fanxing had just absorbed back the large amount of aura that had gathered in the past few days, and his hands immediately became red and swollen due to the rapid entry and exit of the aura, and the green tendons bulged. Although the method I found worked wonders, it really hurt in my hands. As soon as he urged the dantian, a large amount of aura that had been floating in the fist immediately poured into the body, and several sections of water holes on the right rib were like several giant mouths, quickly gathering and absorbing the aura transmitted back from the hand. The dantian department also cooperated with the retraction and contraction, and the aura quickly returned to the dantian.

Xia Fanxing breathed a sigh of relief and moved himself to the edge of the stone table on his knees. After the aura returned to the dantian, it was transported to all parts of the body, and Xia Fanxing controlled his dantian with a slight force, and they swam in the direction of his palm regularly.

It was a little because the spiritual energy in the body had been depleted for half a month, and it had not been run once a week. When the large amount of aura slowly swam towards Xia Fanxing's palm, and when it passed through the pulse, it seemed to react with the blood a little, and there was a faint pain at the pulse immediately. And Xia Fanxing was already reciting the introduction of knowledge at this time, putting his energy on his divine sense, so he didn't notice this little bit of hidden pain.

Doing so is actually the best way to maintain your spiritual power. If you wait for your palm to enter the state before using the Insight Technique, you will definitely have to use up a lot of unnecessary aura in the process. And Xia Fanxing will never waste a trace of the spiritual power that he has worked so hard to accumulate.

Immediately, the two methods were completed at the same time, and the release of the Heart Fist Method had reached the last step, which was the punch. This step should follow the principle of simplicity and have no distractions, so that the consciousness can flow smoothly out of the body. However, Xia Fanxing still had many concerns. Two days ago, Ji Yanliu took the initiative to do that with Xia Fanxing, and the stone bench was placed under the table, facing the most vulnerable place of Ji Yanliu at that time.

Xia Fanxing's plan was to hit his divine consciousness on the stone bench, urging his divine consciousness when the two of them were in the middle of the musk battle, and use his own spiritual energy to enter Ji Yanliu's body and block his spiritual power. In this way, he has to control the power of his palm, and he can't break the stone bench. With distractions, the stability of his consciousness is a little smaller, and the time spent on his budget is a little shorter.

"It seems... Go faster... Even if you are looked down upon, you have to fight quickly..."

......

In the scorching midday sun, the scorching sunlight rushed through the small window, exposing the spring color of the prison to anyone.

On the battle-hardened stone table, the scene is even more difficult to describe. It's just that the woman has completely lost the initiative for the first few days.

However, compared with the first time the day before yesterday, Ji Yanliu can be regarded as a great improvement.

This also makes Xia Fanxing, who was "tortured" before, now have a good hand.

Of course, behind the ****'s expression, he naturally did not forget the long-planned plan.

No one is in a black prison, the ears and temples are grinding, the skin is on a blind date, and they participate in bliss.

At the last moment of the whole process, the two of them were already sweating and panting, and the breath of the woman Rulan became tight. Xia Fanxing's eyes were soaked with sweat on the top of his head.

The two of them seem to have reached the limit, but Xia Fanxing understands very well that he has not yet reached the last moment. Looking at Ji Yanliu's expression, it was obvious that she had not reached the final extreme realm either. Two young men and women who are new to this road have been tied for the first two days, and today should have had a good fight with her, but...

Xia Fanxing thought of the stone bench under the stone table at this moment, and the divine consciousness and mind on it had not been stagnant for long. He gritted his teeth and glared at Ji Yanliu with wide eyes, and found that a forced smile was squeezed out of her face.

There was a lot of shock on Ji Yanliu's face - this guy's endurance was far more than that two days ago. She was a little annoyed, and stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around Xia Fanxing's neck. I was about to laugh at it, but I found that something didn't seem right.

Xia Fanxing's face was full of fluttering expressions, but his thing was very "sane" and "sober", and it had already left her body. Then a gust of hot wind blew over her entire lower body. Originally, the hot air was nothing, but Ji Yanliu obviously felt a sense of discomfort. Seeing this, Xia Fanxing hugged her, leaned his face closer, rubbed his chin against Ji Yanliu's pretty face, and said softly:

"My Liu'er... Hmm, what's wrong? Isn't it cool enough?"

As he spoke, he rubbed the crisp of Ji Yanliu with his chest*. Ji Yanliu always felt a little strange, and gently pushed Xia Fanxing's face away after answering casually, but he began to rub her twin peaks with his chin with an evil smile. Ji Yanliu looked funny, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Xia Lang is really not good... I was a little scared before, but I didn't expect you men to be so bad. Hmm, Natsuro, big dog, you like to eat so much......"

Before the words fell, the woman's sharp scream broke the ambiguous atmosphere. It turned out that it was Xia Fanxing who took the opportunity to hook her feet and kicked her most vulnerable place mercilessly, but she didn't instill spiritual power, but she also used all her strength. However, the spiritual power contained in the divine consciousness engraved on the surface of the stone bench under the table entered with the trend, and the waves were turbulent. The woman felt more and more that she was physically exhausted, and tried to teach this bastard a hard lesson several times, but all of them ended in failure. couldn't get rid of him, so in a panic, he had to raise his hand and slap him in the face a few times. But these, naturally, are of no avail.

What made Ji Yanliu feel even more frightened was that the layer of fish maw used for contraception in his place fell out, and bursts of hot gas rushed inside from nowhere. It made her almost cry, what was going on, how long had that thing been falling, how could she not have noticed... Do you want to conceive this man's seed? But don't!

"Xia Fanxing!ahhhh......h

Before he finished speaking, Ji Yanliu's throat seemed to be stuck, and he stared at a pair of big eyes full of anger, glaring at Xia Fanxing. In his hand, there was a ball of blue aura floating out of nowhere, and in a panic just now, he touched the back of Ji Yanliu's head and lit her dumb acupoint, and successfully sent the aura in.

"What? Liu'er, what are you talking about? I guess you're scared of getting pregnant, aren't you? Don't you want our little baby?" Xia Fanxing got up at this time, hastily passed on his clothes, kicked the heavy stone bench under the table to the door, laughed heartily, and teased Ji Yanliu with an exaggerated expression.

Ji Yanliu, who was already worried about the fish bladder, heard this, and the expression on her pretty face seemed to be about to cry, and she was extremely aggrieved, as if she was begging him. And Xia Fanxing, who was done, felt that Ji Yanliu's appearance was even more cute. Standing beside her, with the little spiritual power left, he pointed over one by one, making her body unable to move. Ji Yanliu was furious when he saw this, and immediately changed his face, pretending to be "fierce and vicious" and "righteous and awe-inspiring" and glared angrily at Xia Fanxing, who was pointing at the acupoint, "I won't tell you anything, if you want to kill or chop it, you can do whatever you want!"

Xia Fanxing easily saw what Ji Yanliu was thinking, and laughed, "Liu'er, why are you angry! Let's talk about it, in the past half a month, my Xia someone, that is, the father of the child in your belly, how do you feel about it?"

Ji Yanliu turned her head and squeezed a cold snort out of her throat. It seems that she has quickly adjusted and entered a state of being tortured.

Xia Fanxing nodded a little disappointed and satisfied, and in the next second, a slap hit Ji Yanliu's beautiful cheek.

She turned her head slowly, and Limbo's eyes were full of wonder and surprise. Then anger erupted in his eyes, as if he wanted to roast the summer stars.

Xia Fanxing bent down, gently rubbed Ji Yanliu's reddened right cheek, and said in a tone of pity: "Ah... Liu'er I'm sorry, I haven't had any spiritual power in prison for so many days, and no one has fought with me, so I'm not used to it... I couldn't hold back just now, sorry......"

Ji Yanliu's big talking eyes were painted with a layer of fear and pleading. Xia Fanxing couldn't help but feel funny when she saw it - this chick pretended to be so tough just now, and she was scared of a slap?

"Now you can only send me a voice, I want to know, you have to tell the truth, the first question, the day before yesterday you took the initiative to play the traditional, did someone force you? If so, who is it!"

Ji Yanliu was stunned for a moment, thinking that Xia Fanxing would ask for some secret that he couldn't tell, so he shook his head bluntly.

As a result, he received another slap on the left cheek.

"Lying?"

"Hmm... Hmm!" Xia Fanxing approached Ji Yanliu and continued to rub her face, now both sides were red. Ji Yanliu's eyes were full of anxiety after being shocked, and she kept shaking her head. A whining sound came out of my throat, I didn't lie to you!

Xia Fanxing sighed with a smile, picked up Ji Yanliu's dress on the ground, and took out a portable dagger from somewhere. Under Ji Yanliu's frightened and pleading gaze, she slowly approached her crisp chest with the dagger.

"Ah——h