He Xiaoran stared straight at him, walked to Zhou Chenyuan, and lowered his voice: "This old gentleman is very powerful. With his body, how many rounds of sparring can he withstand?"

There's no need to work so hard to get to know her, right? He Xiaoran was even worried that Old Man Ding's waist would be broken.

Zhou Chenyuan glanced at him: "The person you are sparring with is not him. No matter how powerful he is, he has entered his twilight years. Now he has the upper hand on you, just for these ten minutes. If the fight continues, the old man will be at a disadvantage."

Those worldly masters shown on TV have long beards and white hair, and appear to have attained enlightenment and become immortals. These are all deceptive.

This is the law of nature. The peak period of human physical fitness must be in the age of 20 or 30. The older you are, the slower your reaction is and the worse your physical fitness is. Old people who insist on exercising to maintain the best physical condition are worse than young people.

How many people are not left behind? Compared with the ordinary young people in China who do not exercise, how do they compare with the 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 as good as it, experience is enough to give the nearly ninety-year-old man a temporary upper hand in front of He Xiaoran.

The old man said that his back hurts, but he just wants to get better. Knowing how good this temporary disciple is, he will naturally not continue to beat him.

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

Old Man Ding held his waist and walked to the stone table with a slight trembling. He pointed at He Xiaoran: "You girl, you look thin, but you are very powerful."

Zhou Chenyuan stood there, curling his lips, and glanced at He Xiaoran's waistline. Judging from the tightness of her waist, her body was full of strength.

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

Too many people!

"Mr. Ding has chosen three sparring teams for you in the past few days," Zhou Chenyuan suddenly gave a high-five, and three teams came running in from all directions, one team with six people, and three teams with eighteen people.

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

"These people have all been in the ring before, and some have also boxed underground. Although they are divided into strength type and skill type, in fact, their styles are varied and have their own merits. Before you enter the ring, they are your sparring partners." Zhou Chenyuan walked to the stone stool.

The next time you 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 right now, and there are four participating boxing gyms. Even if you are a Bagua boxer, there is always a style that suits them."

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He Xiaoran secretly glanced at Old Man Ding, leaned into Zhou Chenyuan's ear, and lowered his voice: "...I am mainly worried about Master Ding..."

She is afraid of having her pigtails raised at any time!

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

That is to say, Old Man Ding was dissatisfied in his later years. He retired when he was too old and couldn't teach him. His children didn't see any benefit from him when they bought a house or a car. He didn't go back even once a year. Only his nephew occasionally visited him. Old guy.

The older I get, the weirder my temper becomes, and my neighbors don't come to my door.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to hire this weird old guy.

Old Man Ding was very strict. Although he couldn't move or move by himself, he was extremely inciting and incited eighteen strong young men to the point where they were so angry that they wanted to crowd in and fight together.

The little old man sat next to him, drinking health tea and eating soft pastries. There was a little girl beside him who fanned him. He looked like a wealthy landlord.

As for Zhou Chenyuan, huh, that's even more extreme. He was wearing sunglasses, half lying down, and could only watch He Xiaoran being beaten.

The eighteen young men all had basic skills and were at a strong age. After this round of fighting, He Xiaoran's physical strength was almost exhausted when he was halfway through the fight. In order not to be beaten, she continued

Can't stand still.

After a few rounds, He Xiaoran was dying. He moved his trembling legs and supported his waist that was hit. He said as he walked: "There are only eighteen young men, and I can't stand it anymore. If there are a few more powerful ones, I will

This life has to be handed down here!"

Zhou Chenyuan: "???"

Why does this sound so ambiguous?

But Old Man Ding nodded and said that it was not bad: "For a little girl to be able to withstand the attacks of eighteen young people in turn without falling, it is beyond my expectation. That's it for today!"

As he spoke, Old Man Ding yawned, stood up tremblingly, reached for the crutch, stood up with the crutch, and arranged a guest bedroom for him more or less.

He Xiaoran lay down on the chair and sighed, "This, this training volume is beyond the standard... They are all strong and strong young men, how can I bear it?"

Zhou Chenyuan was so angry that he said, "Just say what you say, don't act like a big boy!"

He Xiaoran waved his hands feebly. The clothes on his body had been wet from beginning to end for several times, and they felt very uncomfortable sticking to his body. "Where is my sister?"

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

He Xiaoran dragged her legs over, and the first thing she did was to open the mask and test her breathing, and found that He Miao was asleep.

With the sound of water dripping, He Xiaoran was rinsing in the shower room. Zhou Chenyuan was standing outside the bedroom with a book on his back. Suddenly he saw a maid coming over with a pile of clothes. He stopped him: "What are you doing?"

"Master, I will give the young lady a change of clothes."

Zhou Chenyuan glanced at the pile of clothes and said, "Put it down."

After the maid left, he looked around and saw no one, picked up the clothes and entered the house.

The big helmet pressed its head against the corner. After Zhou Chenyuan entered, he said to the big helmet: "Give your sister the clothes she needs to bring in."

The big helmet was trembling. Although her brother-in-law had good intentions, she was not moved and did not dare to move.

Zhou Chenyuan called twice, but without moving the big helmet, he walked to the shower room door with his clothes in hand, reached out and knocked on the door: "He Xiaoran, your clothes!"

He Xiaoran was rinsing the foam off her head. She vaguely heard someone talking about clothes. She guessed that Zhou Chenyuan must have sent someone to bring a change of clothes. She was almost done washing. She would be fine after rinsing the foam off her head. She was rinsing.

, she shouted at the top of her lungs: "Send it in for me!"

Zhou Chenyuan stopped holding the clothes. How could he get in like this?

Definitely not, he is not a gangster.

He Xiaoran's hair was rinsed clean, and she didn't see anyone bringing clothes in. She wrapped herself in a bath towel. As soon as she walked to the door, she saw the door suddenly opened a crack, and then an arm reached in, holding something in her hand.

He put a water bag on the sink, and then the other arm handed in a pile of clothes.
Chapter completed!