Stripped off his clothes and left only a pair of shorts, the texture of Yan Batian**'s body skin looked very delicate, straight like a baby.

"What a pampered young master of the family! It's a pity that you followed me, from now on, I'm sorry for your soft skin!"

Looking at the white and delicate skin of his body, Yan Batian almost couldn't bear to start. Finally defeated by the ambition to become stronger, he slowly walked to the corner of the practice room, facing the wall, and then closed his eyes, urging the mana in his body.

With the urging of mana, the space behind Yan Batian fluctuated slightly, and a light red wind shot out of thin air like lightning, and finally smashed heavily on his shoulder like a whip, leaving a long cyan bruise where he was smashed. On white and tender skin, it looks particularly dazzling.

The corners of his mouth trembled violently, and he took a breath of cold air between his teeth, Yan Batian only felt the pain in his heart, which spread from his shoulders all over his body, and bursts of hot pain went straight into his heart.

His hands clenched involuntarily and hammered against the wall in front of him. The wall he smashed into suddenly emitted golden runes, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Enduring the severe pain, the mana that quickly passed through the tendons and veins in Yan Batian's body flowed happily through the veins and acupuncture points at the shoulder under the stimulation of pain, and a trace of warmth and coolness slowly penetrated into the skeletal muscles, quietly strengthening his body.

"No!

Feeling the pain in his shoulder gradually fade, Yan Batian's immature face was full of persistence and stubbornness, gritting his teeth and muttering to himself.

Maybe the overlapping souls of the past and present lives made Yan Batian have a little laziness in the soul of the day after tomorrow, but he was soon forcibly expelled by him.

The mana was urged again, and the pale red lightning bolt once again shot out out of thin air from the empty space behind Yan Batian.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

In the empty practice room, the muffled sound of some infiltrating lightning and flesh training, as well as the low humming sound that was slightly mixed with pain, spread one after another.

Every time the lightning collided with him, Yan Batian broke into a cold sweat, and the fists hammered on the wall were also tight and loose, loose and tight. The red and black of the wall shield on the wall alternated, reflecting on his little face that was trying to endure the pain, which was even more terrifying.

Yan Batian is extremely measured in his own attack, and every attack just reaches the critical point that his body can withstand now, so that it will not seriously hurt himself, but also bring him real pain, so that the musculoskeletal parts of his whole body are constantly strengthened where the mana flows.

The kind of heart-piercing pain that the lightning formed by the mana struck the body made De Yan Batian's body almost twist in pain.

On the body, with the continuous whipping of the lightning behind him, there were more and more bruises.

Yan Batian's toes were clasped to the ground, his fists were clenched against the wall, his teeth were clenched, and on his forehead, cold sweat was flowing, and on the back of his ** body, which was only wearing a pair of shorts, there were cyan bruises on it, densely covered with blue bruises.

"Bang!"

Another pale red lightning bolt shot out, and Yan Batian, who was like a wooden stake for practice, finally reached the limit of what he could bear, his legs were weak, his fists were loosened, and he sat down paralyzed.

After wheezing violently for a long time, Yan Batian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and smiled with difficulty.

"It really hurts! This monk who once cultivated the Overlord Holy Body to the pinnacle, is he a masochist?"

Secretly beside the monk who had written the Holy Body of the Immortals in his heart, Yan Batian, who had just recovered his strength, stood up again, turned his back to the wall, and began to masochize himself on the front of his chest.

In the practice room, Yan Batian, who was tortured by his own mana, finally stopped masochism when his mana was about to be exhausted.

He sat on the ground and rested for a long time, and after his body regained consciousness, he slowly got up, retrieved the clothes he had taken off from the corner of the side, and put them on.

When dressing, the cool fabric touched the bruises on the body, and naturally Yan Batian grinned in pain, and constantly cursed in his heart the monk who wrote the holy body of the Baxian with masochistic tendencies.

You have to go back and soak your body in hot water made of snake bile fruit and herbs, otherwise the residual bruises and internal injuries in your body will not only make him seriously injured and difficult to treat, but also leave his body with hidden dangers that are difficult to repair.

Yan Batian, who was dressed in clothes and pants, walked out of the practice room slowly, dragging his lazy body and walking towards his room step by step.

When Yan Batian's lazy figure disappeared at the end of the gravel path, a hazy perfect delicate body flashed out behind a towering poplar tree on the side of the practice room.

The blurred figure faded into view, and judging from the wet hem of her dress, which had been beaten by the dew, she had not spent much time behind the poplar tree.

When the figure was clear, the delicate face that was as straight as a girl was revealed, it was Yan Batian's mother who hid her true cultivation Yun Yingyue.

Looking at the gravel path where Yan Batian disappeared around the corner, Yun Yingyue's bright eyes flashed with a hint of relief and incomprehension.

"Tian'er, it seems that your father and I still don't know enough about you for so many years, you kid is free and lazy on the surface, and resolute and unyielding in the heart. It's definitely not a mediocre person. ”

Immediately, the willow eyebrows tightened, and Yun Yingyue's straight girl-like face was full of puzzlement.

"Tian'er, what secrets are hidden in you, so that Weiniang can't see through it. Could it really be that there is an unknown powerful master standing behind him? But it doesn't matter, there is a chance to let Wei Niang cheat you!"

Thinking of this, a fox-like smile appeared on Yun Invite Yue's delicate face. Back then, she was a well-known mischievous and ghostly girl monk in the sect, coupled with her beautiful face and strong backing, she was obsessed with many elite monks in the sect, and it also gave the sect high-level leaders a headache.

Since the double cultivation with Yan Nanyuan and the "betrayal of the master" after having Yan Batian, Yun Yueshen restrained himself and no longer showed up. But her nature is difficult to change, and when she encounters doubts, her son wants to cheat her.

Almost every monk in the immortal cultivation world has secrets that they don't want others to know. Yan Batian's behavior and performance in the past few days have been so unexpected. Not only can he use instantaneous spells to defeat Yan Yangtian in seconds, but he can even personally refine the Peiling Pill with a 100% Dan rate. I can't help but be curious about these cloud invitations.

As a mother, he didn't want to embarrass Yan Batian, after all, the more outstanding his son became, the more surprised and satisfied his parents would naturally be.

But her strong curiosity still made her determined to have a good talk with Yan Batian.