The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 107

The night is already deep.

"Prince, what is Miss Xin doing?"

The teacher looked puzzled, and saw that in the dark night, Xin Lin was punching and punching, punching and retracting punches against several pieces of wood and stones.

"Sister is practicing martial arts. As expected of Sister, she works so hard."

Little Xin Zhuo stared at Xin Lin's back with a look of admiration.

My sister has always said that hard work can make up for one's weakness. Since she successfully washed her marrow, she has been working hard day and day.

He also couldn't lose to Sister A, and little Xin Zhuo began to breathe and breathe as if he had been injected with chicken blood, practicing aura.

"The emperor seems to be a little different."

The nobleman looked at little Xin Zhuo with a confused look on his face.

The former emperor never wanted to practice martial arts, thinking it was too hard.

But why did she feel that after Huang'er suffered a serious illness this time, he seemed to be a different person.

All of this is because of Miss Xin Lin.

The noble teacher was extremely grateful, looked at Xin Lin, and thought, as long as she can return to the palace smoothly and let the emperor return to the royal family, she must repay Xin Lin well.

How did the mother and son know that Xin Lin, who was extremely tall and big in their eyes, was already rushing past ten thousand grass nimas in his heart.

It was late at night, approaching the third watch.

Xin Lin was exhausted, every muscle in his body was clamoring to lie down, and it was difficult to even lift a finger.

But the rogue corpse stood aside for a long time, reprimanding him in a "gloating" voice from time to time.

"The strength is too small."

"Too slow."

"One inch to the left."

"One inch to the right."

"It's still 87 punches away."

In Xin Lin's view, it was already a perfect first punch of ghosts and gods, but in the eyes of the rogue corpse, it was full of loopholes.

Not to mention the power of Fuxi in the body, even breathing became difficult.

The stones in front of him became double images, and Xin Lin knew that it was because of being too tired.

Before he knew it, the stone in front of him turned into a face.

It was the face of a young man, as beautiful as jade, and his every move was graceful and picturesque. He looked at Xin Lin with disdain.

"Xiao Lin, you and I are not from the same world."

"Scumbag Sikong Ran, give me a punch."

Xin Lin, who was weak all over, suddenly felt a bad breath when he saw the boy's eyes-obstructing face, and she punched him with the wind of his fist.

In the blink of an eye, Sikong Ran's flawless white face turned into a deep and handsome face.

The man raised his eyes and looked at her with contempt.

"One hundred more times!"

Xin Lin's body shook.

"Ma Ma Pi, one day you fall into my hands as a rogue corpse, and I will definitely tear you to pieces!"

Punch after punch, the rogue corpse and Sikong Ran's face dangled alternately in front of her.

Relying on the hatred for the two of them, Xin Lin gritted his teeth and practiced the hundred punches.

When she threw her last punch, a stone half as tall as a person in front of her was directly shattered into pieces.

At this moment, Xin Lin didn't even use Fu Xi's power.

"Men are big hooves."

Xin Lin muttered and passed out completely.

A tall figure walked up to her.

Gui Hu was condescending, looking at Xin Lin, at Xin Lin's bruised hands, and his almost soaked clothes, his face was expressionless.

"You think that the second form of Ghost Fist is so easy to learn. You will be qualified after ten thousand punches."

Back then, in order to practice the second form of boxing, he punched a full [-] times.

He is not facing logs and stones, he is facing ferocious beasts.

At that time, he was only six years old.

(End of this chapter)