It was late at night.

"Emperor, what is Miss Xin doing?"

Shi Guiren looked puzzled, and saw that in the dark night, Xin Lin was punching and punching, punching and closing against a few pieces of wood and stones.

"Sister is practicing martial arts, she deserves to be Sister A, so hard."

Xiao Xin Zhuo looked adoring, staring at Xin Lin's back.

Sister A has always said that diligence can make up for clumsiness, and since Sister A successfully washed the marrow, she has been practicing hard day and night.

He couldn't lose to Sister A, Xiao Xin Zhuo was like being beaten with chicken blood, and he also began to breathe and breathe, cultivating aura.

"The emperor seems to be a little different."

The noble man looked at Xiao Xin Zhuo with a puzzled face.

In the past, the emperor never refused to practice martial arts, because it was too hard.

But how does she think that after the emperor's serious illness this time, it seems that he has changed as a different person.

All of this is because of Miss Xin Lin.

Shi Guiren was extremely grateful, looked at Xin Lin, and thought that as long as she could return to the palace smoothly and let the emperor return to the royal family, she must repay Xin Lin well.

How did the mother and son know that Xin Lin, who was incomparably tall in their eyes, was already running wildly with 10,000 grass Nima in their hearts at this time.

It's late at night, and it's approaching the third watch.

Xin Lin was exhausted, every muscle in his body was clamoring to lie down, and it was difficult to even lift his fingers.

But the hooligan corpse stood aside for a long time, and reprimanded with a "gloating" voice from time to time.

"The force is too small."

"It's too slow."

"One inch to the left."

"One inch to the right."

"Eighty-seven punches left."

In Xin Lin's opinion, it is already the first punch of the perfect ghost god, but in the eyes of the rogue corpse, it is simply full of loopholes.

Not to mention the power of Fuxi in the body, even breathing has become difficult.

The stones in front of him became ghosted, and Xin Lin knew that it was because he was too tired.

Before I knew it, the stone in front of me turned into a face.

It was a young man's face, his face was like a beautiful jade, his every move was elegant and picturesque, and he looked at Xin Lin with disdain.

"Xiaolin, you and I are not from the same world."

"The scum is empty, eat me with a punch."

Xin Lin, who was weak all over, suddenly felt a vicious breath when she saw the young man's eyesore, and she punched the fist wind and blasted over.

In a flash, Sikong Ran's flawless white jade face turned into a deep and handsome face.

The man raised his eyes and looked at her with contempt.

"One hundred more times!"

Xin Lin's body shook.

"Ma Ma Pi, if you fall into my hands one day, I will definitely break your corpse into ten thousand pieces!"

Punch after punch, the rogue corpse and Sikong Ran's face dangled alternately in front of her.

Relying on the hatred for the two, Xin Lin gritted his teeth and finished practicing the hundred punches.

When she threw the last punch, in front of her, a stone more than half a person high directly turned into pieces.

At this time, Xin Lin didn't even use a trace of Fuxi's power.

"Men are big pigs' trotters."

Xin Lin muttered and passed out completely.

A tall figure walked up to her.

The ghost was condescending, looking at Xin Lin, looking at Xin Lin's fleshy hands, and almost soaked clothes, his face was expressionless.

"You think that the second form of the Ghost God Fist is so easy to learn. After 10,000 punches, you're eligible. ”

Back then, in order to practice the second style of boxing, he punched 10,000 times.

He was not on wood or stone, he was on fierce beasts.

He was only six years old that year.