"so……"
Ji Tingyou looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao again, "What do you think, should we fight?"
When Cheng Xiaoxiao heard this, she instantly understood Ji Tingyou's good intentions for her, and the gratitude in her heart burst out like a spring.
Although she felt unbearable pain in the areas where she was hit after being hit by these eighteen palms.
But Cheng Xiaoxiao felt that Ji Tingyou played well and played correctly!
She looked at Ji Tingyou with starry eyes and nodded her head frantically, "You deserve it, you really deserve it!"
"From now on, ancestor, keep hitting me with this strength." Cheng Xiaoxiao patted her chest and said confidently, "I can handle it!"
Lan Wangyou on the side turned his head to look at Cheng Xiaoxiao, as if he was looking at an idiot.
He had a premonition that Cheng Xiaoxiao would regret what she had said!
Ji Tingyou raised his lips into a playful smile, "Of course!"
"Oh right." Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked, "Ancestor, how long will it take for me to endure this beating?"
Ji Tingyou's smile deepened. "Oh! It won't take too long."
"About... three months!"
"Ah?!" Cheng Xiaoxiao's voice rose slightly, as if she had heard some terrible news.
"Three months?" She asked doubtfully, holding a glimmer of hope.
However, Ji Tingyou's next words ruthlessly shattered her fantasy.
"Yes, you heard it right, three months!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao had a bitter face and wanted to slap herself twice.
I don’t know if my ancestor can pretend not to hear what I just said, or just let it go.
She looked at Lan Wangyou with a hopeless look, her mouth slightly open, ready to say something.
Lan Wangyou spread his hands towards Cheng Xiaoxiao, shrugged, and quickly said before she could say anything, "I can't help you! There's nothing I can do! Take care of yourself!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao: "..."
"Okay." Ji Tingyou reminded, "Wangyou, it's your turn."
Lan Wangyou's body stiffened, and he walked mechanically towards the platform.
Ji Tingyou followed him slowly, like a wolf chasing a lamb.
Lan Wangyou stood on the round platform and saluted, "Senior, I'm sorry."
The next moment, a sky full of long swords gathered in the air.
With a loud bang, Lan Wangyou flew out backwards.
Lan Wangyou: "..."
Ji Tingyou looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao and said, "It's your turn."
Cheng Xiaoxiao: "..."
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
“…”
Later, there was no other sound in the entire backyard except the sound of heavy objects falling.
…
dusk.
When the last ray of sunset disappeared on the horizon, Ji Tingyou stopped.
He looked at the two men lying on the ground with dazed eyes and said softly, "Get up! Today's sparring ends here. Remember to come on time tomorrow."
After those words fell, the eyes of Cheng Xiaoxiao and the other person lying on the ground lit up.
Damn it!
It's finally over!
It's so painful.
No one knew how they managed to get through the whole day.
At this moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao's heart was filled with tears.
A full 386 times!
Today, she was knocked down 386 times by Ji Tingyou's ancestor.
Except for the first match where Cheng Xiaoxiao was not knocked away immediately, she was defeated instantly by Ji Tingyou in all the remaining matches.
That feeling made Cheng Xiaoxiao feel an indescribable sense of frustration.
She wondered, "Am I not really suited to the world of immortal cultivation?"
Not only did she think so, Lan Wangyou also had the same idea.
Although the two of them were thinking about it, they still stood up while enduring the pain in their bodies.
To be honest, neither of them had ever suffered such serious injuries.
Lan Wangyou's white robe has now become tattered and covered with mud. His face is covered with bruises. His left wrist is broken, three ribs on the right are broken, and even his internal organs are seriously damaged.
Looking at Cheng Xiaoxiao again, her clothes were stained with blood, like blooming red plum blossoms. Her right hand was broken, her left leg was broken, her ribs were also broken, and her internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees.
In short, the two of them looked quite miserable at this moment.
Looking at the two of them, Ji Tingyou frowned slightly, "Come with me."
After saying that, Ji Tingyou walked straight towards the two of them.
Cheng Xiaoxiao and Lan Wangyou looked at each other doubtfully, and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
Where are you going?
Didn’t you say the sparring is over?
Although the two were confused, their movements were not slow at all.
They supported each other and followed Ji Tingyou, taking one step forward and one step back.
After a while, they followed Ji Tingyou into a room. There were two large wooden barrels in the room. The barrels were filled with an unknown brown liquid. It looked like manure, but the smell was not that bad. It also contained full of spiritual energy.
Above the liquid, there are some floating spiritual herbs, spiritual fruits and some insects.
Ji Tingyou pointed at the two wooden barrels and said to the two, "Go in and soak in it! This medicine will be good for you."
He smiled faintly, "After soaking in this medicine, I guarantee you'll be full of energy again tomorrow."
Cheng Xiaoxiao, Lan Wangyou's eyes lit up, and he thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you, ancestor."
"Thank you, senior."
Ji Tingyou waved his hand indifferently and turned to walk out of the room.
Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the medicine, smiled with her eyes curved, and dragged her injured body to sit in it.
The same thing happened to Lan Wangyou standing beside him.
The moment they entered the water, a pure medicinal power quickly flowed into their limbs and bones. A warm current flowed through their bodies, and the medicinal power began to repair their bodies.
About two hours later, the injuries on both men had mostly recovered, and their physical strength had also slightly increased, but it was not very obvious yet.
…
Three months later.
The New Year has passed, but there is still a hint of joy in the cold air.
Today is the last day for Cheng Xiaoxiao, Lan Wangyou and Ji Tingyou to practice against each other.
backyard.
Facing Lan Wangyou's [Luo Xiang Wan Jian], Ji Tingyou swung out his right palm, but this time he did not knock Lan Wangyou away. Instead, Lan Wangyou instantly jumped hundreds of meters high and swung his palm downwards. The two palms collided, and the two attacks disappeared at the same time.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The two men fought three quick moves. Lan Wangyou was finally defeated and flew out as usual, but this time he landed steadily on the ground.
Ji Tingyou raised his eyebrows and said, "Girl, it's your turn."
Cheng Xiaoxiao nodded, and appeared on the circular platform in a flash. As usual, after taking Ji Tingyou's eighteen palms, she suddenly attacked Ji Tingyou.
Large flakes of snow fell, much faster than before, but for Ji Tingyou, this speed was still too slow. He waved his hand and the snowflakes instantly disappeared into nothingness.
Cheng Xiaoxiao did not show any disappointment, on the contrary, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
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