When it comes to the visual impact and explosiveness of her figure, Yang Guanguan can definitely defeat 99% of women.
It was already at the ceiling level before, not to mention that after practicing martial arts, the lines have naturally become more flexible and tighter.
Anyway, Qi Dangxian, the sixth child, never wanted to keep his hands idle when he was with her.
This is of course not because Mr. Qi is an LSP, he just feels that if he is idle at this time, even one second longer will be a kind of disrespect for Yang Guanguan's figure.
"I heard that He Duolian from the second room wants to become your disciple?" Yang Guanguan pulled back, his eagle claws tearing apart, and Qi Bingxian's hands opened it.
"Yes, the little girl is pretty good and courageous." Qi Yingchen agreed.
Yang Guanguan's eyes suddenly turned cold and he said, "Are you planning to do something sanctimonious under the guise of recruiting disciples again?"
Qi Dangxian couldn't help but said angrily: "You can question my character, but you can't question my martial ethics!"
Yang Guanguan said: "Of course I won't question your martial ethics, because you have one destiny, two luck, three Yuya, four cultivation of Yin De and six studies! There is no such thing at all."
Qi Dingxian is inevitably embarrassed, feeling that his image has encountered great misunderstandings and crises recently.
"Hey, sure enough, having too much charisma is not a good thing. If someone seriously wants to become a disciple, you can think of bad things." Qi Dingxian shook his head and said helplessly.
"..." Even though Yang Guanguan had seen how thick-skinned this guy was, he still felt a little speechless when he heard this.
While talking, Qi Dingyi used all the tricks of "Cloud Dragon Probing Claws", "Black Tiger Digging Heart", and "Old Tree Roots", and finally captured him using dragon and leopard shapes.
Although he is a person whose emotional intelligence fluctuates high and low, Qi still understands this little fun.
Moreover, he also came to the practical theory that Secretary Yang's waist was indeed thinner than before, and had almost caught up with Mrs. Sun, but the strength of his waist had not decreased but increased.
"Every time after I fight with you before going to bed, I can no longer look directly at Jiuheng and Tanlang's sparring..." Qi Yingxian said.
Yang Guanguan turned sideways and said with a half-smile: "It's obviously your own head full of peanuts. How dare you say this?"
Qi Dingjing said casually: "Jiuheng, tell Greed Wolf to be more powerful... The key is, you just shouted the same thing, it's hard not to think of it!"
"Go to hell!" Yang Guanguan rolled his eyes, but he stepped forward and pressed into Archbishop Qi's arms.
Qi Dangxian thinks that Yang Guanguan looks better with long hair, but now he feels that short hair is also quite fragrant. After all, there is no need to worry about her angrily yelling like a beautiful chaebol lady: "You are pressing down on my hair!"
When he got up early the next day, Qi Dang leisurely took Yang Guanguan to the yard to practice kung fu with Jiu Heng.
Jiu Heng was a serious ruthless man. He started practicing before dawn every day. The greedy wolf who was dragged out of bed by him to practice sparring had to check his body every day after suffering a lot.
Are the doors and windows locked?
It's not that Qi Bingxian was working hard today, but the sound of Jiuheng leaning against the wooden stake was too loud. It kept ringing like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking.
This forced Archbishop Qi, who had worked hard until two in the morning, to get up early.
In the courtyard, there is an oversized wooden stake made from the trunk of a large tree in the virgin forest. It is three meters long but is inserted into the concrete ground one meter deep.
"I said Jiuheng, could you please stop practicing Iron Mountain so early and hit the tree with Lao Xiong? This makes me unable to even practice Iron Ox plowing!" Qi Bingxian couldn't help but said.
Jiuheng was stunned and said: "Iron ox plowing the ground? Do you still need to practice this move?!"
The simple Jiuheng faced the huge wooden pile, his hip joints suddenly became strong, and he hit his crotch hard on the wooden pile, with a loud bang and sawdust flying...
Qi Bingxian said to Yang Guanguan: "You see, this is called low emotional intelligence!"
Yang Guanguan glared at him fiercely. This guy really said everything out loud. Fortunately, Jiuheng was a monk before and couldn't understand these connotative words.
Jiuheng had already taken off his shirt and leaned his back against the wooden stake. The muscles in his back were constantly rubbing against the wooden stake, making a rustling sound, and even sawdust was rubbed off by his muscles.
"Okay, if you let Jiuheng make this wooden stake every day, it will take at least three months to replace it." Qi Bingxian spread his hands to Yang Guanguan and said.
Seeing this, Yang Guanguan could only helplessly spread his hands, then squatted down slightly, took three big steps with all his strength, jumped onto the plum blossom pile, and began to practice Bagua steps on the pile.
Qi Dangxian asked Jiuheng to spar with him. The two of them did not use their dark energy that could hurt people, but only used their bright energy to fight. The scene was pretty good-looking for a while, quite like an action movie.
"Shutan! My muscles and bones have been active today." Jiuheng shouted, "Come on, hit me!"
As he spoke, he pointed to a large pile of wooden boards placed aside, then he suddenly bent over and arched his back. His muscles bulged and his veins were coiled like a horned dragon, making him look like a devilish muscular man.
Qi Dangxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew that this guy was in need of a beating. He immediately picked up the wooden planks and smashed them at Jiuheng's back. With a bang, bang, bang, the wooden planks broke directly from him.
The skin on Jiuheng's back was turned red by Qi Dangxian's beating, and there was even blood bruise inside. It was not finished until the last plank was broken into pieces.
"Cool!"
He let out a long roar, straightened his body, and shook slightly, the roar of a tiger came from his body, and the blood stasis on his back muscles was slowly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This Golden Bell is so powerful, how can you reach this level?" Yang Guanguan couldn't help but stopped and asked in shock.
"It's very simple. Just practice it step by step and get beaten every day!" Jiu Heng said, "Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."
Qi Dangxian shook his head and said: "Don't imitate his Tiger's Roaring Golden Bell. This thing is purely for playing hard, it's too harmful to the body. Just follow the method I taught you and slowly practice your ability to resist blows.
It was only after I had developed my strength that I started practicing hard qigong such as Golden Bell Cover and Iron Clothes Shirt."
Seeing that Jiuheng was almost done, Qi said casually: "Come on, let's go to the Jingdao Gymnasium. Yan Mulong and Zhao Tulong have booked it there. They are holding some kind of exchange conference. Let's go and ruin the place!"
Jiuheng grinned and said with a evil smile: "I have rarely studied Buddhism in my life, and I only love murder and arson! I also like this kind of trouble-making thing! Let's go, let's go, I'm already very hungry and thirsty!"
As he spoke, he smoothed his black hair into a slicked back style and prepared to go out shirtless.
"You should put on your clothes at least, my brother!" Qi Dingxian said, patting his forehead.
"Oh!" Jiuheng turned back hurriedly.
Qi Bingxian added: "Take the new mobile phone I bought for you to prevent them from testing your QR code."
Jiuheng said angrily: "I'll test your code!"
Qi Dangxian said angrily: "Can you tell me nicely? You dare to scold me, right?"
Jiu hummed: "You scolded me first!"
After saying this, both of them couldn't help laughing, and the yard was filled with happy air again...