C8 The Old Man in the Morning Training

The sleeping Ouyang Baanruo opened her beautiful eyes and blankly stared at Ye Zifeng for a full ten seconds.

Only then did Ouyang Baanruo realize that something was wrong. Something hard seemed to be stuck to her cheek.

When Ouyang Baanruo finally reacted, this girl's pretty face flushed red. She was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to dig a hole right there and then jump in.

However, because Ouyang Baanruo had spent the entire night curled up in front of Ye Zifeng's room, he suddenly stood up. Her legs were numb, her entire body tilted, and fell towards Ye Zifeng.

Originally, it was only an accident, but looking at the two of them, it looked like Ouyang Baanruo was taking the initiative to throw herself into Ye Zifeng's arms.

With this luck, of course Ye Zifeng would not let go. He grabbed hold of his with one hand and pulled his into his embrace.

After last night, Ouyang Baanruo and Ye Zifeng once again made contact at a distance of zero. Especially the current Ouyang Baanruo, who was only wearing a set of loose pajamas without even wearing a bar underneath. That kind of fleshy feeling made Ye Zifeng feel like his heart was on fire.

Ouyang Baanruo landed her fist heavily on Ye Zifeng's back. "Bastard, let me go, let me go quickly!"

Ye Zifeng smiled mischievously, tilted his head: "Wife, it's not even dawn yet, why would you appear in front of my room? You didn't peep at me all night, did you? "

"Hehe, my wife, although our relationship is developing a bit faster. But even if you like me, you don't need to sneak in here in the middle of the night without sleeping. Although it's my first time, I'm still willing to do it for my most beloved wife! "

"Who, who peeked at you? I, I didn't? "

Ouyang Baanruo was teasing her to the point that her face was flushed red, she wished she could squeeze some water out. The guilty Ouyang Baanruo basically did not dare to look into Ye Zifeng's eyes, as if she had forgotten that she was still in Ye Zifeng's embrace.

"Oh? "If you weren't peeping at me, then my wife, why did you appear at the door of my room?"

"I, I …"

After she stammered twice, Ouyang Baanruo's brain started to work non-stop, but she still couldn't think of a reasonable reason. In the end, Ouyang Baanruo decided to gamble.

"I'm sleepwalking, can't I?"

Ye Zifeng pretended to be shocked, "Dreaming? Wife, sleepwalking is a disease that needs to be cured! "

Ouyang Baanruo suddenly waved her hand and broke free from Ye Zifeng's embrace. She pouted: "Whether or not I'm sick, what does it have to do with you? You're hateful!"

With that, Ouyang Baanruo turned and quickly ran up the stairs. That figure was truly fleeing in panic.

"Damn it, damn it, this morning has truly been utterly disgraced. It's all that bastard's fault. "No, I must think of a way to get rid of that bastard!"

Ye Zifeng laughed mischievously, looking at Ouyang Baanruo's back, and smelling the fragrance of the goddess' body, he laughed heartily.

"This little girl's Ouyang Family is rather cute. I've discovered that I'm starting to like her!"

His sharp eyes mischievously looked at Ouyang Baanruo as he followed him upstairs. Only then did Ye Zifeng quickly walk out of Ouyang Baanruo's villa.

At five or six in the morning, the air in Zhong Hai was abnormally fresh.

It had to be said that Ouyang Baanruo's villa was located in a rather elegant district.

At this time, there were already elderly people who had begun their morning practice.

Ye Zifeng was naturally not idle either, running three laps around the whole area. However, this amount of training was a common occurrence for Ye Zifeng. Back then, the Dragon Soul Master had once performed a miracle of running for three hundred kilograms, or two hundred kilometers.

After strolling around the whole area three times, Ye Zifeng finally found a secluded place. On the small river bank, under the shade of the trees, there weren't many people walking around.

"Let's do it here …"

Ye Zifeng squinted and smiled as he walked towards a willow tree by the river.

Moving his fists and feet, Ye Zifeng's entire aura suddenly changed as a sharp killing intent was refracted out of his eyes.

Ye Zifeng then practiced a set of military punches leisurely by himself beneath the tree.

Even though it was called Military Boxing and the tempo wasn't very fast, an expert could tell from one look that the person in front of him was no ordinary person.

Because Ye Zifeng's punches were vigorous, every move and every move was very powerful. If it had landed on a human body, it would definitely have broken bones and tendons.

Of course, even if the Military Boxing was still an appetizer for Ye Zifeng, this was not where Ye Zifeng's true morning practice came from.

However, just as Ye Zifeng was about to complete a set of military fist and begin his "morning practice", his movements suddenly stopped.

Suddenly turning back, Ye Zifeng's eyes were like lightning, he squatted down, like a wolf that had discovered danger, ready to attack at any time.

At the same time, standing not far from Ye Zifeng, was an elderly man.

The old man was about ten meters behind Ye Zifeng, dressed in a white martial arts robe. Seeing the young man turn around, the old man smiled and his old hands started to move.

Pa, pa, pa, pa.

As he clapped, the old man walked towards Ye Zifeng with a smile.

"Good, what a good set of military punches. This old man has not seen such a strong and vigorous set of military punches in decades!"

Seeing the old man walk forward, Ye Zifeng was first stunned, and then his eyes sized up this seventy year old man. After confirming that the other party did not have any hostility towards him, Ye Zifeng stood still and nodded slightly to the old man.

"Good morning, old man."

After greeting the old man of his own initiative, Ye Zifeng laughed bitterly: Haha, I never thought that I would be seen in such a secluded place. It is truly funny, truly hilarious!

The old man saw that Ye Zifeng was being modest, and could not help but have a good impression of this young man.

The old man laughed: "Young man, it is not surprising that you were seen practicing boxing." Besides, this is the place where I practice every day. It's just that I got up a little late today.

While speaking, the old man was already in front of Ye Zifeng. Seeing the old man's kind eyes, Ye Zifeng became more relaxed.

After an awkward moment, Ye Zifeng cupped his fists towards the old man and said: "I never thought that I would actually snatch away your elder's place. Old man, please forgive me!"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Hey, what are you talking about? This district is owned by the public, so why are you giving me your share?" "Compared to this small piece of land, this old man is actually able to meet someone from the same sect today. It is fortunate, perhaps even fortunate!"

With that, the elder raised his eyebrows and said: "Young man, this old man saw that your steps are steady and your palm is strong. If you don't mind my old man being so nosy, young man, how about the two of us push each other? "

Pushing hand came from a kind of gesture in Taiji Fist. However, in the evolution of martial arts, it was no longer just a gesture, but more of a sign of having exchanged moves.

Seeing Ye Zifeng's troubled face, the old man laughed awkwardly: "Young lad, this old man's suggestion was a bit abrupt, but it was just a bit of a trick. If you don't want to, then forget it.

Seeing the disappointment on the old man's face, Ye Zifeng could not bear it anymore, and laughed: "Old man, do not misunderstand, it is not that I am not willing, but it is just that I am afraid that the old man will laugh at your crop!"

Hearing Ye Zifeng's words, the old man once again revealed a look of joy, and waved his hand: "Eh? Young lad, why are martial artists so restrained? If all the martial artists in the world think like you, then how can China's martial arts flourish? "

Ye Zifeng was embarrassed, he laughed bitterly in his heart: Who would have thought that this old man is actually a fanatic of the Chinese martial arts? 'Forget it, forget it. I'll just treat it as a living Lei Feng and accompany this old man! '