1692: C1692 Practitioner Son

C1692 Practitioner Son

A year in the spring, a day in the morning.2

In the eyes of the citizens of Zhonghang City, getting up at five in the morning was a healthy activity. He didn't know why he had such a notion, but it had already penetrated into everyone's hearts, especially those of the elderly.

Shen Yuanjia got up at 5 am as usual. After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, he took the radio and went to the park. He liked to fight in a quiet place. He liked to immerse himself in the world of wuxia.

When they arrived at the woods in the innermost area, Shen Yuanjia put the radio on top of the rock and raised both of his hands. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Be prepared to relax and familiarize yourself with the air before you practice. With this kind of preparation, one could have twice the results with half the effort.

Qi circulated through his Dantian, and his left fist shot out …

A sound came from the radio, and Shen Yuanjia followed the sound and began to move. After taking a horse stance, he swung his left fist and then his right fist. The wind created by his fist was filled with a sense of power.

Whew ~

Lin Fann, who was in the small forest, let out a mouthful of impure air. After an entire night of cultivation, the peak Early Period of Dark Strength stabilized.

Clenching his fist, he could clearly feel the power contained within. Lin Fann stretched, loosened his bones, and poured himself another glass of red wine.

Drink, drink.

However, just as he drank two mouthfuls, he heard shouts coming from outside, as if someone was cultivating, and he exploded forth with 120% of his strength. He looked at the clock and saw that it was six in the morning. The sky was starting to brighten.

After packing up and walking out of the woods, Lin Fann saw someone fighting outside. He was about fifty years old and wore a taiji suit. Every time he punched out, there would be a shout.

Seeing that there were still two mouthfuls of red wine left, Lin Fann was in no hurry to leave. He leaned against a tree, drinking red wine while watching the middle-aged man fight.

Shen Yuanjia punched to the left, right, and back. Half an hour passed after the boxing routine ended. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he felt comfortable all over.

Suddenly, he saw Lin Fann, who was leaning against a tree trunk, drinking red wine while watching him practice his fist art?

"Young man, drinking early in the morning is not good for your health."

Shen Yuanjia took a deep breath and said, "Don't ignore your body when you're young. It's not good to wait until you're old and have problems with your body."

"Thank you for your reminder, Uncle. This is also my first time drinking wine in the morning. I just wanted something new."

Lin Fann declined to comment. He swirled the red wine cup and then drank the last mouthful of wine from the glass into his stomach, "Uncle, from what I saw, your punches were like the wind. You should have a lot of strength, right?"

"Young man, you have good eyes. This punch of mine could break a tree."

Letting go of his shoulder and arm bones, Shen Yuanjia pointed proudly to a tree with the thickness of a bowl: "Like this tree, I can break it with a single punch. I'm an expert at it."

"You're so amazing. Uncle, do you mind showing it to me?"

He placed the red wine cup back into the Xumi Ring and Lin Fann said with interest: "Let me broaden my horizons, that way I can broaden my horizons."

"Lad, you're lucky today."

Shen Yuanjia, who had always been confident in his own strength, of course wouldn't miss this chance to show himself. Of course, in his mind, anything that could be acted out had to be acted out.

Qi flowed through his Dantian, steadily moving his lower body, accumulating energy and punching out with his right fist …

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