Gao Zhengyang turned his head and glanced at Yuanming, "If you practice Vajra Fist, your flesh and blood will inevitably be stiff, and others are kind enough to help you move."

Yuanming had a bitter face, "I know she has good intentions, but it hurts so much that I can't stand it."

"What do you want? Brother, please beat her up?"

"No, don't, she is the eighth level, senior brother, you are not an opponent either. We still have to be smart."

Yuanming said sneakily: "Senior brother, if you write two poems to fascinate her, you will take revenge."

"You little bald man, you've learned bad things."

Gao Zhengyang was a little funny and knocked on Yuanming's forehead, "Don't think of evil ways. Your senior brother is so decent, you won't do that kind of thing."

"This peach is for you, I will compensate you." Gao Zhengyang took out a golden peach and handed it to Yuanming.

"Peach, what's so delicious?" Yuanming took it without hesitation and ate it in one bite.

The golden silk peaches are originally condensed and formed by pure spiritual energy and vital energy, and they melt at the entrance.

Before Yuanming could taste anything, the golden silk peaches turned into a stream of spiritual energy and penetrated their internal organs.

Then, Yuanming felt that he had expanded and became bigger, and he was about to explode.

Gao Zhengyang was calm and kept his fingers on Yuanming's body. With each finger down, his finger force penetrated the bone marrow and internal organs, and transformed the powerful pure spiritual energy into a slightest.

With his current martial arts, it is really easy to do these things.

Yuanming felt numb, itchy and sore, just like hundreds of ants crawling in their bones, feeling indescribable. Even the martial spirits of the divine palace seemed to be torn to pieces.

The door of the room was windless, and Wu Jing flashed into the room and saw Yuanming's body red like a cooked crab.
Chapter completed!