A touch of orange cloud pattern spreads in the east, and the fresh air between heaven and earth is intoxicating. The faint aroma spread in the room, and the foul-smelling shoes that I took off last night were all muffled.

Looking around vigilantly, Yan Zhendong relaxed after a long time. remembered that he came to Baozhilin last night, Huang Feihong was very warm, so he stayed, not being caught, which made Yan Zhendong relax a lot.

After a night's rest, Yan Zhendong not only did not feel recovered, but was tired and weak, and there was some faint pain in many places on his body, but fortunately, he still endured it.

Yan Zhendong frowned, as a person who practiced martial arts, he naturally understood the damage of practicing martial arts to his body. In particular, the resources are insufficient, and the cultivation is horizontal. It consumes the source, damages the body, and does not have much life.

This is also the reason why most of the masters of national arts did not live too long.

After all, whether it is cultivation or fighting with others, it is all wear and tear on the body.

Of course, if you can break through the Bao Dan and lock the essence element, then it's a different matter.

And Yan Zhendong, although he is a master, is far from the point of locking Jingyuan. Besides, his family is poor, and he has cultivated iron cloth shirts since he was a child. Although the achievements are extraordinary, they are also covered with scars. These scars are not well recuperated at all, but the origin of the body is damaged, and as soon as the peak period is over, Yan Zhendong's physical fitness will decline rapidly, and he will not even live long.

Yan Zhendong is very aware of his own situation, because of the cultivation of iron cloth shirts, the background is insufficient, and the origin is lost. The so-called peak period is the time of these years. If he can't make a career in five years, then he will never have a chance to get ahead in this life.

"Huang Feihong, I must defeat you."

Thinking of this, Yan Zhendong's eyes were full of fighting intent. A carp rolled over and jumped out of bed, and the pain in his body was washed away by qi and blood, and dissipated in an instant. He put on the pair of broken straw sandals, pushed open the door with a determined gaze, and walked out.

It was early in the morning and the sun had just risen. The orange cloud pattern in the east spread little by little, as if half of the sky was burning. The incomparably fresh breath shook Yan Zhendong's spirit, and his five organs roared.

In the courtyard, in the martial arts arena, a chic figure swayed, dressed in white, with sharp hands and feet, slightly divided legs, and a strong horse step like instinct. The practice clothes were slightly damp, which showed that the other party had been cultivating for a long time.

Yan Zhendong shrank his pupils slightly, and a trace of admiration rose in his heart.

Martial artists practice martial arts, and if they don't advance, they will retreat.

This is not only about mastering the technical moves, but also about saying that if you don't persist in cultivating, then your physical condition will regress. When the time comes, it will be almost impossible to practice it again.

Yan Zhendong looked at Huang Feihong with admiration, and was about to look away, so as not to be considered a stealer. But Yan Zhendong suddenly stared at him in shock, his eyes were shocked, and the whole person was frightened.

It turned out that Huang Feihong, who was practicing martial arts, suddenly walked to the wall. In front of the wide and huge wall, Huang Feihong walked with a horse, and the standard was incomparable. A pair of palms danced, and then pressed against the wall.

Click!!

The green brick flew upside down, and the wall was extremely strong, and Huang Feihong pressed out a green brick with one finger, leaving a huge gap in the wall. Such a terrifying scene made Yan Zhendong's whole body cold.

You must know that his cultivation of iron cloth shirts is a rare practice of kung fu on the rivers and lakes. This kind of magic skill can not only practice the iron bones of copper coins, but also increase strength and enhance explosive power. That's it, Yan Zhendong didn't dare to say that he could use one finger to push out a green brick on the wall so easily.

He could do it with his fists. But it blasted out a few green bricks, and it didn't matter if Huang Feihong couldn't grasp the strength so finely, and the explosive power was too short to last.

Huang Feihong faced the wall, and the standard of horse steps was incomparable.

With his palms slightly open, his fingers pressed against the wall, and he slammed into a green brick.

Click!!

The green bricks flew upside down, and a boxy and regular hole appeared on the wall, making Yan Zhendong's eyes swallow in shock.

This finger, if it is in his chest, I'm afraid ......

Yan Zhendong is well aware of the strength of the iron cloth shirt, but he also knows the weakness of the iron cloth shirt.

The so-called horizontal practice of kung fu is just an internal qi. This breath is not leaked, and the defense is invincible. But if this breath is removed, then the spirit and spirit will be extremely weak, not much stronger than ordinary people.

It would be even worse if someone broke the defenses.

Although the iron cloth shirt is powerful, there is a limit to defense after all.

Maybe he can withstand one finger, two fingers, or even six fingers without Huang Feihong, but he can't stop Huang Feihong from attacking all the time.

"What is this better than?"

Yan Zhendong looked at Huang Feihong's martial arts practice figure with complicated eyes, and felt a little lonely in his heart. He couldn't help but shake his head and turned to leave.

His biggest reliance is that there is no threat to Huang Feihong. If you stay any longer, you will only bring shame on yourself.

Huang Feihong didn't find out about Yan Zhendong's departure, he was too serious, and the whole person was addicted to it. As your fingers dance, the speed gets faster and faster. Ten fingers even brought out the phantom, and one finger poked out, and it was a green brick flying out.

Qi and blood flow and spread throughout the body. The irrepressible qi and blood returned to the heart like a torrent, and then gushed out again.

Huang Feihong runs the breathing method, mobilizes the qi and blood of the whole body, and according to the experience of Xuan Zhi and Xuan, he runs the qi and blood, hones the five organs, and washes the body. As his fingers trembled faster and faster, his gaze shone brighter and brighter.

"Cao, it's so hot."

Wang Tian was a little surprised in his heart, Huang Feihong's qi and blood flow accelerated, and he naturally felt it. After all, taking away Huang Feihong's hands, Wang Tian is still clear about Huang Feihong's physical condition.

With the flow of qi and blood, he unexpectedly found that Huang Feihong's cells had become stronger little by little, and his physical body seemed to have been adjusted, which was very magical.

Especially, that pair of hands.

After being washed by qi and blood, it seems to be reborn, becoming more flexible and powerful.

Mysterious and mysterious, a feeling that Wang Tian couldn't even say. He unexpectedly found that these hands were his own body.

It's a strange idea, a strange feeling.

It's like his flesh has turned into Huang Feihong's hands......

"How is that possible?"

Wang Tian had some doubts in his heart, if he hadn't handed over the control of his hands, Wang Tian wouldn't have felt that connection. It's like, as long as he wants, he can drive Huang Feihong away at any time, and then take control of his hands.

But Wang Tian didn't do this, he knew very well that after Huang Feihong's cultivation, he would get huge benefits.