In the early morning, a thin pale white mist shrouded the top of the back mountain, which did not disperse for a long time, and the light wind blew, suddenly bringing a muffled sound of ** contact.

In a hidden grove on the top of the back mountain, Xiao Yan's feet were stuck in the dirt like a stump, his toes were tightly clasped to the ground, his teeth were clenched, and cold sweat was flowing on his forehead.

Behind Xiao Yan, Yao Lao, who had turned into a soul state, was sitting cross-legged on a boulder, and at this time, he was looking at Xiao Yan who was gritting his teeth and insisting with a solemn face, and his palm gently waved his hand.

With the wave of Yao Lao's palm, the air fluctuated slightly, and a light red fighting spirit shot out from Yao Lao's palm, and finally smashed heavily on Xiao Yan's shoulder like a whip, leaving a long cyan bruise.

The corners of his mouth trembled violently, and he took a breath of cold air between his teeth, Xiao Yan only felt that his shoulders seemed to be numb suddenly, and bursts of hot pain went straight into his heart.

After the severe pain, it is the meager fighting qi in the body that wades rapidly, the fighting qi seems to be more energetic than usual under the stimulation of pain, and it flows happily through the veins and positions at the shoulder, a trace of warmth, slowly penetrates into the skeletal muscles, and quietly strengthens it...

"Come again!" The pain in his shoulder gradually faded, but Xiao Yan's immature little face was full of persistence and stubbornness, gritting his teeth and fighting martial arts.

Looking at Xiao Yan, who gritted his teeth and insisted on striking, Yao Lao's dry old face squeezed out a smile of relief, nodded slightly, and in the palm of his hand, the pale red fighting spirit shot out again.

"Bang, bang, bang..."In the small woods, there were some oozing muffled sounds and low hums slightly mixed with painful sounds, and they continued to spread...

Yao Lao's attack is extremely measured, and each attack just reaches the critical point that Xiao Yan's body can withstand now, so that it will not seriously injure Xiao Yan, but also bring him real pain.

The kind of heart-piercing pain that the fighting qi hit on the body made Xiao Yan's little face almost twisted in pain.

On the body, with the wave of the old medicine palm, there are more and more bruises...

"Bang!" Another fighting spirit shot out, and Xiao Yan, who was like a wooden stake, finally reached the limit of what he could bear, his legs were weak, and he collapsed into martial arts.

After wheezing violently for a long time, Xiao Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and said with a difficult smile: "Teacher, how is it?"

"Very good, today I received eighty-four times of vindictive lashing, which is much stronger than the nine times a month and a half ago..."Yao Lao nodded with a smile on his face, there was an imperceptible exclamation in his old eyes, in the past month and a half, Xiao Yan's resilience was beyond his expectations, just like today, he originally thought that seventy times of vindictive lashing was already Xiao Yan's limit, but the latter persisted until the eighty-fourth time, which really made him sigh at the level of patience of this little guy.

Listening to Yao Lao's words, Xiao Yan breathed a heavy sigh of relief, sat on the mud and rested for a while, and after his body regained consciousness, he slowly got up, took off his clothes from the stones on the side, and put them on.

When dressing, the cool fabric touched the bruises, and naturally Xiao Yan grinned in pain.

The transparent body twisted, and the medicine aging flashed into the black ring as light, leaving a word of concern that had been said many times: "Hurry up and go back and soak your body with the foundation building spiritual liquid, otherwise the remaining bruises in your body will seriously injure you!"

nodded clearly, Xiao Yan, who was dressed and trousers, walked slowly down the back mountain to move the martial arts.

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Back in the hut, Xiao Yan, who couldn't bear the pain anymore, quickly closed the doors and windows, then took off his clothes again, and jumped into the wooden basin with cyan water liquid with his hands and feet...

The cold green water stained the skin full of bruises, Xiao Yan suddenly took a few deep breaths of cool air comfortably, and the fluttering feeling made him slowly close his eyes as if he was enjoying it, and lay straight in the wooden basin, without moving or using force.

Xiao Yan leaned softly on the edge of the wooden basin, breathing rapidly, gradually steady, and in the end, a low snoring sound, vaguely came out of his nose, after a painful torture, Xiao Yan finally endured the double exhaustion of not writing gods and **, and fell asleep deeply.

During Xiao Yan's sleep, the cyan water swayed slightly, and a faint trace of gentle energy quietly drilled into the body along the slightly open pores of Xiao Yan's body, washing away the somewhat hideous bruises, and at the same time, it also continued to add vitality and strengthen the ** that had reached the limit...

The slumber continues, and the reinforcement is unconsciously carried out by force.

While strengthening and repairing Xiao Yan**, the cyan water in the wooden basin was gradually fading, obviously, the medicinal power contained in the water was about to be squandered by Xiao Yan.

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I don't know how long I slept this night, Xiao Yan only remembered that when he woke up, the hot sunlight had already illuminated the room.

Lazily stretched his waist, the bones in his body crackled suddenly, raised his head, and felt the indescribable vitality and fullness all over his body, Xiao Yan couldn't help but lose his voice: "It's so cool!"

Standing up from the wooden basin, Xiao Yan was suddenly stunned, he found that the water liquid in the basin, which was originally cyan, had completely turned into a crystal clear clear water.

"Has the medicinal power been absorbed?" Touching his nose, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, suddenly seemed to remember something, and slowly closed his eyes with some joy, carefully sensing the situation of the fighting qi in his body.

After a while, Xiao Yan opened his eyes, his palms were slightly clenched, and in his soft laughter, there was a surprise that could not be concealed: "Finally, the fifth stage of fighting qi is over!"