"Hate, when is it? Come and tease the teacher..." Mu Qingmiao turned a charming white eye.

"Teacher Mu, help me up." Xiao Yangdao.

Mu Qingmiao did not know what he was going to do, but he slowly lifted him up.

Xiao Yang gritted his teeth, endured severe pain, sat cross-legged, with his palms open, and meditated on the inner merits of the Imperial Dragon Sutra.

Slowly, a warm stream of air, along Xiaoyang's pore, drilled into his body.

These warm and hot air currents are intermingled with Xiao Yang's gradually abundant internal force, more and more, more and more abundant...

Xiao Yang was slightly surprised when he practiced. The strength...