It is too difficult to practice this kind of vigorous drumming from the peak of the Holy King, especially for an old master who is used to holding back his strength and not using it at all, it is even harder!

In fact, among the warriors in the martial arts world, the more master they are, the more they know the danger and feel the danger. Therefore, the higher the cultivation level, the less sense of security.

Because he himself knows that there are too many ways to make himself suffer, and he also knows that there are too many ways to make a person fatal.

This is the reason why people become less courageous as they get older. But being timid does not mean that you dare not do anything, but that you are much more cautious about everything than young people!

Yan Beihan tried to maximize output and recover time once, but Fang Che had already done it twelve times!

"It's too difficult." Yan Beihan sighed: "The method is a good method and the principle is also good, but there are too few people who can do it. It seems that everyone knows that going to bed early and getting up early is good for good health, but the whole world

There are really not many people who can do it."

"What Master Yan said makes sense. Everyone knows the good truth, but not everyone can do it."

Fang Che nodded and admitted.

"But no matter what, I have to start walking down this road."

Yan Beihan sighed: "It's not that I didn't know before, but as a girl, even in the church, I sincerely felt insecure and didn't dare to let myself go."

Fang Che had no choice but to agree with this point.

Only my orthodox church is really such a place.

"But here, in the remaining ninety years, it is not a problem to develop this habit." Yan Beihan said: "It's a pity that you have to go back to the original rhythm when you go out."

"That's not necessarily the case. With Aunt Hong and Aunt Bing here, it's absolutely fine for you to practice and let go. But when fighting, you have to hold it back."

Fang Che said.

"That makes sense."

At this moment, the morning light has just risen, and the rising sun is red. It is the beautiful spring light in the morning.

Yan Beihan took out a snow-white silk coin and wiped his sweat.

Fang Che rolled his eyes and said, "Don't rush into practicing martial arts. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. How about I wait for Master Yan to take a break?"

Yan Beihan squinted and said, "What kind of crooked idea does Chief Fang have against the little witch again?"

Chief Fang suddenly became energetic, took the little witch's hand, and said: "Master Yan, come and see, you will never be able to jump out of this trap I dug -..."

As expected, Mr. Yan couldn't jump back up after he jumped down.

He was hugged by his subordinates, and his lips pressed against hers.

Yan Beihan trembled, stretched out his arms and hugged his waist, his starry eyes were drunk, and he greeted him tactfully.

After a long time, they separated. Fang Che looked at Yan Beihan's slightly red and swollen lips and said hoarsely: "Master Yan, I want to touch my little witch's body. Please allow Master Yan."

Yan Beihan's lips trembled and he took the initiative to come closer.

Fang Che's troops instantly divided into two groups and began to attack the city.

He pressed Master Yan against the cave wall and kept asking for instructions.

Finally, when I asked for permission to take off the little witch's pants, Master Yan refused.

Mr. Fang then changed his mind and began to ask for other instructions.

After a long time - Yan Beihan finally couldn't stand it anymore, struggled to get away, mustered up his courage, soared into the sky, and escaped with his clothes covered all the way.

In the cave, Mr. Fang twirled his fingers with an afterthought expression on his face.
Chapter completed!