Chapter 97 Cruel Training for Breakthrough

At night, the wind is blowing alone on the gazebo to enjoy the night view.

A bright moon hangs high and does not understand human feelings at all. It does not understand the vicissitudes of the world. Always hang so high, allowing sad people to hold hatred against him.

The bead curtain beside the pavilion was lifted, and a breeze suddenly rushed in, shining on the teenager in a black and white shirt, looking very energetic.

By the bead curtain, Qiu Bing Pavilion stands, and the refreshing light green clothes perfectly set off the delicate body of the first scale. The clothes cover the small chest, proudly releasing the youth**, on the small waist that can't bear to hold, casually tied a purple belt, the breeze blows, and the purple belt flutters...

She is very beautiful tonight!

Looking at this beautiful woman, Xiong Feng was stunned for a moment, and then slowly came back to his senses. He looked up and down at Wu Feier and was surprised: "It's late, I thought it was from where the goddess of night came. Take a closer look, it turned out to be you."

Listening to Xiong Feng's slightly joking praise and laughter, Qiu Bingbing's big eyes blinked, but quietly squeezed his little mouth and smiled. However, the willow eyebrows that were quietly bent into a beautiful crescent moon showed the joy of the woman's heart.

Qiushui's eyes were a little happy, and Qiu Bingbing also raised her delicate chin, looking at the majestic wind alone at night.

Nearly a year of hard work and experience made Xiong Feng get rid of childishness and have a little more inexplicable charm. Long-term physical training has also made Xiong Feng's body strong and strong. With a black and white shirt on his body, he looks like a handsome young man.

The beautiful little face blushed slightly, and Qiu Bingbing did not look away. She squeezed her lips and smiled, "Why are you in a daze here? You must have something on your mind, right?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Xiong Feng shrugged his shoulders. He picked up a hint of looming disillusion at the corners of his mouth. He slowly clenched his flat palm and smiled and said, "Brother Hunyuan left, and I took the eight-step monk and the iron flute beggar to take me to find a life to continue the doctor, but why don't you go?"

Looking at the Xiongfeng, who seemed to be a little depressed, Qiu Bingbing nodded slightly, sat down and said gently, "I need your help!" Qiu Bingbing's little hand has held the back of Xiong Feng's hand.

"Good! I also want to go to your place to see the world of beautiful water in Jiangnan. But I'm a hunted person. Aren't you afraid that I will cause you trouble?" Xiong Feng laughed.

"Why am I not? You and I are all on the same front. Why should we say these words? Qiu Bingbing approached some of them and almost stuck together.

Xiongfeng knew that it was not strange that people like Qiu Bingbing were used to relying on others and did not mind her behavior like this. Instead, he held her long hair with his hand and said, "Beauty, if you have anything to say, I am already a fallen man, and I will be a cow and a horse for you now."

Hearing the words, Qiu Bingbing turned her head and raised her beautiful face and opened her beautiful eyes and said happily, "I don't want you to be a cow and a horse for me. I just want you..." She couldn't go any further.

Xiongfeng looked at her in surprise and didn't expect that she had words that she had always been straightforward. Xiongfeng thought that the girl had difficulties and couldn't open her mouth, so she laughed and said, "Okay, I'll go back with you. Is your family in trouble? I will try my best to help you.

Looking at Xiong Feng's so puzzled and so helpful Qiu Bingbing, I don't know whether to cry or laugh.

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In the morning, a thin white fog enveloped the top of the back mountain. It lasted for a long time. The breeze blew by and suddenly brought a muffled sound of physical contact.

In a hidden grove on the top of the mountain, Yang Jing's feet were inserted into the soil like a tree stump, his toes were close to the ground, his teeth were clenched, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. On his body wearing only a pair of shorts, a series of cyan bruises were densely.

There was a violent tremor at the corners of his mouth and took a cold breath between his teeth. Yang Jing only felt that his shoulders seemed to suddenly numb, and bursts of hot pain went straight into his heart. Under this severe pain, Yang Jing even his toes were a little soft and almost couldn't help falling down...

After the severe pain, the rapid qi in the body, stimulated by the pain, seems to be more energetic than usual, cheerfully flowing through the veins and acupuncture points at the shoulders, a trace of warmth, slowly penetrates into the skeletal muscles, quietly strengthening...

"Come again!" Su Qianyang shouted in Yang Jing's ear, "Only when you have a strong body can you practice martial arts again, and the pain on your shoulders gradually fades. Yang Jing's young face is full of persistence and stubbornness, gritting her teeth.

Su Qianyang's dry old face in the Qingcheng dungeon squeezed out a smile of relief.

"Bum, bang, bang..." In the small woods, some creepy muffled sounds and low hums slightly mixed with painful voices spread one after another...

The pain of Yang Jing's true qi hitting his body made Yang Jing's little face almost twisted in pain.

Over the body, with the wave of the palm hitting the tree trunk, there are more and more bruises...

"Bum!" Another powerful boxing wind shot out between the trees, and suddenly the branches and leaves fell. Yang Jing, who was like a wooden stake, finally reached the limit he could bear. His legs softened and collapsed.

After a violent gasp for a long time, Yang Jing wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, raised his head, and smiled with difficulty, "Elder Su, how's it going?"

"Very good. Today, I received 84 times of true qi, which is much better than before. But it will take more time to exercise to fully integrate my spirit with your body.

Su Qianyang nodded with a smile on his face in the dungeon. In his old eyes, there was an imperceptible surprise. In the past two days, the resilience shown by Yang Jing was unexpected and earlier than now. Originally, he thought that 70 true whips were the limit of Yang Jing's body, but the latter was born. He persisted for the 90th time, which really made him have to marvel at the little guy's patience.

When dressing, the cool cloth touched the bruises, which naturally made Yang Jing grin.

Su Qianyang left a sentence of concern in today's last sentence: "Go back to the inn and put 'boiling blood powder' into the hot water to soak your body, otherwise the remaining blood in your body will seriously hurt you!"

Yang Jing, who was dressed in clothes and trousers, slowly walked down the back mountain.

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