The man took situ lingpan up and sat down, and then continued, "most of the women in our Fengxiang building, except for the little boys who don''t practice martial arts, the rest of the male shadow guards only practice the pure Yin internal power of the side branch of our Feng family."


    "Therefore, it is only the holy master who is a man and practices the internal power of pure Yang."


    After saying that, Feng LAN couldn''t help sneering.


    Ouyang Lian remembered some things he didn''t have.


    Thinking, the man suddenly glanced at the little guy who nodded suddenly.


    Fortunately, his little girl is a little girl.


    Otherwise, the Xiang family''s Jiyang martial arts, which is about the same strength as herself, is bound to make her win and deteriorate faster than situ Ling.


    Think about it, Feng LAN shook her head with emotion.


    He immediately took back his mind and put his hands in the movement posture.


    He said, "it''s going to start, star."


    "Oh, good!"


    Xiang Xing nodded like mashing garlic.


    Then, he learned Feng Lan''s posture and exercised his internal skills.


    In an instant, a purple and a red breath gathered in their hearts.


    Under the man''s eyes, the little guy took a deep breath and put his hand on situ Ling''s back at the same frequency as him.


    Then, in an instant, they both urged internal breathing and transmitted internal power to situ Ling.


    But for a moment, the little emperor, who was unable to hang his head, straightened up in an instant, and two faint lights, one purple and one red, began to move rapidly all over his body.


    With the divergence of internal power, Xiang Xing saw that dark blue smoke rose faintly on the top of situ Ling''s head.


    They seem to be forced out of the body, and soon after they come into contact with the outside air, they directly disperse.


    ——It really works!


    Xiang Xing sighed faintly.


    The next second, he was slightly stared by the beautiful peach blossom eyes on the opposite side and scolded: "take back your mind, don''t be possessed for a while!"


    "... oh."


    The little guy suddenly puffed his face like a child who did something wrong.


    Instead of thinking about anything else, he closed his soft eyes and seriously healed situ Ling.


    I don''t know how long it''s been.


    Until the unconscious situ Ling suddenly gave a "wow" and bowed sharply.


    Directly spit out a big mouthful of black blood, spray Feng Lan''s clothes are mottled black marks.


    Then Xiang Xing saw the little emperor humming and shaking, as if he was going to lean back.


    She was stunned and subconsciously stretched out her hand.


    However, Feng LAN took the lead, took advantage of the gap between situ Ling''s back and back, quickly shot, clasped his shoulder and stopped his next action.


    After the little guy gave up his position with his eyes, he let go, which made situ Ling lie straight back on the bed.


    But this time, he was no longer unconscious, but like a nightmare, subconsciously frowning and shaking his body.


    His mouth seemed to whisper something faintly.


    "... huh?"


    Xiang Xing was a little curious. He couldn''t help probing his small head and stretching his ears to listen.


    But the next second, someone directly carried the back collar and walked back several steps.


    "It''s so close to him."


    Feng LAN didn''t seem to hold back and snorted angrily.


    He paused again, coughed a few times, and made a supplementary explanation by himself, "there is still a vicious internal breathing circling around the saint. It''s not good for you to practice Chunyang martial arts, do you know?"