Young lady, she is poor and stingy

Chapter 90 Sudden Attack (4)

He Xiaoran kept his eyes straight, walked to Zhou Chenyuan's side, and lowered his voice: "This old man is amazing, with his body, can he last a few rounds of duel training?"

There's no need to work so hard to get to the bottom of her, right?He Xiaoran was worried that old man Ding's waist would be broken.

Zhou Chenyuan glanced at him: "It's not him who is training against you. No matter how powerful he is, he is in his twilight years. Now he has the upper hand for you, and it's only for ten minutes. If you continue to fight, the old man will fall."

The appearance of those worldly masters on TV with long beards and white hair, who have achieved enlightenment and become immortals, is all deceitful.

This is the law of nature. The peak period of human physical fitness must be at the age of 30 or [-]. The older you are, the slower your reaction will be, and your physical fitness will become worse and worse.How many old people who insist on exercising to maintain the best body shape are not inferior to young people. How many people in China compare with ordinary young people who do not exercise? How about compared with young people who also insist on exercising?
All things are relative.

But I have to deny that experience is very important. Even if other conveniences are not comparable, experience is enough for the nearly 90-year-old man to temporarily gain the upper hand in front of He Xiaoran.

The old man said that his back hurts, but it's just good to see him better. Knowing how the background of this temporary disciple is, naturally he won't continue to fight.

Seeing that he was really struggling to walk, He Xiaoran hurried over to help him: "Master Ding, be careful."

Old man Ding supported his waist, trembling slightly, walked to the stone table, pointed at He Xiaoran: "You girl, you look skinny, but you are very powerful."

Zhou Chenyuan stood on the spot, hooked the corners of his lips, and glanced at He Xiaoran's waistline. Judging from the state of that waist when it was tense, her body was indeed full of strength.

Under the big tree next to him, He Miao woke up and put his head against the big tree, squatting under the tree and crying.

Too many people!

"Mr. Ding has been here for the past few days, and he has selected three training teams for you," Zhou Chenyuan clapped his hands suddenly, and immediately ran into three teams from all directions, one team had six people, and the third team had eighteen people.

He Miao suddenly tilted his head and fell to the ground, fainting.

"These people have been in the arena more or less before, and some have punched underground. Although they are divided into strength types and skill types, their styles are varied and have their own advantages. Before you enter the ring, they are your training partners." Zhou Chenyuan went to the stone bench Sit down, "Mr. Ding will instruct them to spar with you, so that you can adapt to various styles of boxers. There are ten people here, and there are four boxing gyms participating in the competition. Even you gossip boxers, there is always one that suits them. "

He Xiaoran secretly glanced at old man Ding, leaned close to Zhou Chenyuan's ear, and lowered his voice: "...I am mainly worried about Master Ding..."

She is afraid of a posture of pigtails at any time!

Zhou Chenyuan replied: "What is there to worry about? Since you are worried about his sudden death, why don't you make the best use of everything? Ask for advice while you are still alive. Mr. Ding is not easy to ask."

That is to say, old man Ding was unhappy in his later years, and retired when he was too old to teach. His children did not see a penny of his benefits in buying a house or a car, and he would not go back once a year. Only his nephew visited him occasionally.The older the old thing is, the more eccentric his temper becomes, and the neighbors don't come to the door.

Otherwise, please don't move this weird old guy.

Old man Ding was very strict. Although he couldn't beat or walk by himself, he was extremely provocative. He instigated [-] strong young men so angry that they wanted to swarm up and beat them together.

The little old man was sitting beside him, drinking health-preserving tea and eating soft pastries, and beside him was a little girl who fanned him specially, like a rich landlord.

As for Zhou Chenyuan, hum, that would be even more excessive, wearing a pair of sunglasses, half lying down, watching He Xiaoran being beaten leisurely and contentedly.

The eighteen young men all have basic skills and are at the age of being strong and strong. After this round of fighting, when He Xiaoran was halfway through the fight, his physical fitness was almost overwhelmed. In order not to be beaten, she Can't stand still.

After a few rounds, He Xiaoran was dying. He moved his trembling legs to support his waist, and said as he walked, "There are only eighteen lads. I can't stand it anymore. If there are more powerful ones, I will This old life has to be confessed here!"

Zhou Chenyuan: "???"

Why does this sound so ambiguous?
Old man Ding nodded, expressing that it was not bad: "A little girl can withstand the attack of eighteen young people in turn, which is beyond my expectation. Let's stop here today!"

Speaking of which, old man Ding yawned, stood up tremblingly, reached for the small crutches, stood up on the crutches, and tremblingly returned to arrange the guest bedroom for him.

He Xiaoran lay down on the chair, dressed roughly, "This, this training has exceeded the standard... They are all strong and strong young men, how can I bear it?"

Zhou Chenyuan was furious, "Speak as you speak, don't just be a young man!"

He Xiaoran waved his hands weakly, the clothes on his body were already wet from head to tail a few times, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to his body, "Where is my sister?"

Zhou Chenyuan pointed to the next big tree, He Miao's head was on the ground, motionless like a snail.

He Xiaoran dragged his legs over, the first thing he did was to open the mask and test her breath, only to find that He Miao was asleep.

The sound of water was dripping, He Xiaoran was washing in the shower, Zhou Chenyuan was standing outside the bedroom with a book on his back, when he suddenly saw a maid coming over with a stack of clothes, he called out: "What are you doing?"

"Master, I'll bring a change of clothes to the young lady."

Zhou Chenyuan glanced at the stack of clothes, "Put it down."

When the maid left, he looked around and found no one, picked up his clothes and entered the room.

The head of the big helmet touched the corner of the wall, and Zhou Chenyuan said to the big helmet after entering, "You send the clothes to your sister."

The big helmet trembled. Although her brother-in-law was kind, she was not moved and did not dare to move.

Zhou Chenyuan yelled twice, but didn't move the big helmet. He walked out of the shower door with his clothes in his hands, and knocked on the door: "He Xiaoran, your clothes!"

He Xiaoran was rinsing the foam on her hair, and vaguely heard someone talking about clothes, she guessed that Zhou Chenyuan must have sent someone to bring a change of clothes, and she was almost done washing, and the foam on her head would be fine after rinsing, while rinsing , she shouted loudly: "Help me send it in!"

Zhou Chenyuan's hand holding the clothes stopped, how could he get in like this?

Of course not, he is not a hooligan.

He Xiaoran's hair was washed clean, and she didn't see anyone bringing clothes in. She wrapped it in a bath towel, and just as she walked to the door, she saw the door was suddenly opened a crack, and then an arm came in, holding the clothes in her hand. Put a water-proof bag on the sink, followed by that arm and handed in another stack of clothes

He Xiaoran walked over and stretched out his hand to open the door!
(End of this chapter)