Chapter 0950 Three Words

0950

In the VIP guest room, Ye Fan pretended to be nonchalant and walked to his bathroom.

He held his breath. With his physical fitness and strong internal organs, he would be fine even if he didn't breathe for more than ten minutes.

In this way, Ye Fan used the skill he only used when concealing a murder, and came to the small gap.

Ye Fan swallowed his throat, lowered his body, and slowly moved his eyes to that gap.

Although the hole in the gap is small, it is just right at the bottom of the rain shower at this angle.

Ye Fan soon saw a piece of white and tender skin, drenched by water droplets...

Ye Fan watched it for more than ten minutes, and the thoughts that crossed his mind boiled down to these three words!

big! white! pink!

She really deserves to be an international queen, a big star, she must take care of every inch of her skin meticulously.

And because of the relationship between exercise and practice, this figure and the degree of firmness are not comparable to ordinary women.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yuwei over there suddenly paused and stopped moving.

Ye Fan felt uneasy for a while, could it be that he was discovered? According to his concealment level, it shouldn't be...

Moreover, if Ling Yuwei found out that he was watching, she should react very fiercely, and shouldn't be so quiet.

Ye Fan was thinking to herself, Ling Yuwei took some body wash and started to rub it on her body.

Ye Fan heaved a sigh of relief, it turned out that he took the body wash.

As a result, Ye Fan swallowed again, and continued to admire, wishing that he was by her side, cleaning every part of her...

After watching for ten minutes, I saw Ling Yuwei leave the bathroom.

Ye Fan looked at the woman's back when she left, her slender waist, her plump and round lower body, and really wished she could rush to the next room and take possession of this alluring beauty!

No no no! Ye Fan slapped himself on the forehead, this is his wife's best friend, let alone a woman from the clan, how can he be too casual?

If something happened to Ling Yuwei, Su Qingxue would probably go crazy.

Enduring the fire in his stomach, Ye Fan walked back to the middle of the room and continued to practice.

It's just that this night, not only did he have to practice physically, but he also had to constantly recite the mantra in his heart, in order to suppress the impulsive flame...

Early the next morning, Ye Fan, who hadn't slept at all, took a shower.

He didn't sleep all night, but he was refreshed, but he felt hungry. After all, his set of movements consumed too much energy.

And as he practiced more and more deeply, recently through the method of circulating the power of heaven and earth, even the blood and internal organs in his body began to be strengthened.

This process is to eliminate the impurities in the body over and over again, and eliminate some fragile cells, and the remaining cells will be the best, and they will incorporate more and more energy between the heavens and the earth.

In this way, Ye Fan felt that practicing once was more tiring than practicing twice before.

Of course, in this way, Ye Fan's internal organs can also be strengthened, and the quality of blood is also improved.

Ye Fan is also exploring this way purely by himself. No one can teach him this kind of cultivation method. It is his original creation, so he can only progress step by step.

Fortunately, Ye Fan now has a foundation, and many battles have given him confidence, so there shouldn't be any mistakes in general.

Changing into the light clothes of the Shushan school, Ye Fan walked out of the room.

"Morning", the door of the next room was also opened at this moment, Ling Yuwei yawned and greeted Ye Fan lazily.

The woman's cloudy hair was simply pulled back, and the loose clothes could not hide the lines of her body. She was facing the sky without makeup, but she was indescribably bright and charming.

When Ye Fan saw her, it was as if all the clothes on her body were gone, and he could directly see the graceful scene inside.

"Hey, I'm saying good morning to you, why are you looking at me so stupidly?" Ling Yuwei blinked and said.

"Oh... oh, good morning Miss Ling", Ye Fan hurriedly smiled.

Ling Yuwei said with a half smile but not a smile: "I know I look good, but you are my best friend's husband, so it doesn't look good to me."

"Miss Ling, don't get me wrong, I just didn't expect you to get up so early," Ye Fan said hastily.

Ling Yuwei pouted, "You think I want to, my eyelids are still fighting, but my grandfather asked me to take you to breakfast, and then accompany you to the sword dojo, let me be your tour guide for a few days... ..."

"Tour guide? Didn't Jiang Xiaobai take me around?" Ye Fan wondered.

Ling Yuwei rolled her eyes, "Brother Jiang, that pig, because he is already a three-generation disciple, he doesn't need to get up early to practice early, and sleeps like a dead pig every day, what can he expect?"

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he also had to sigh with emotion, sometimes people have to resign themselves to their fate, how many people practice hard, they will not even reach their innate talent in a lifetime.

A lazy guy like Jiang Xiaobai, but because of his high talent, he has perfected his body at a young age. This is the reality you have to face no matter how unconvinced.

When the two came to the dining place, Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang were waiting there, but this time there were not many people eating together.

During breakfast, Ling Qingfeng asked Ye Fan with a smile, "Mr. Ye, are you satisfied with your accommodation last night?"

Ye Fan remembered what he saw last night, and immediately nodded with a smile, "Satisfied, the stay is pretty good."

"Hehe, as long as Mr. Ye is satisfied, most of my people in Shushan are martial arts practitioners, and some places are rather simple, so please don't dislike it," Ling Qingfeng said.

Ye Fan expressed his understanding, and thought to himself, it's better for you to be more simple, otherwise the seam won't be left!

Ye Fan and the three generations of the Ling family had breakfast together, and then came to the Sword Dojo.

It was the place where the young disciples of Shushan had to practice swords early in the morning. It looked like a Daochang. There were hundreds of disciples, the youngest were only eight or nine years old, and the oldest were in their twenties and thirties. They practiced their homework here.

They are all fourth-generation disciples of Shushan, a small number of them are third-generation disciples with average cultivation, and those who teach and guide them are second-generation disciples.

Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang usually don't have to come to see them every day, but today they accompanied Ye Fan, and the disciples at the scene all saluted and greeted them respectfully.

"Master, Senior Sect Leader! We all know that you two are coming today, so we are all waiting and accepting advice!" Pan Yi, a burly figure, came over and said with great interest.

Ye Fan met Pan Yi, before in Huahai, this reckless man even competed with him in strength.

"Hehe, we brought Mr. Ye to have a look. Mr. Ye is here, so we should listen to Mr. Ye's advice," Ling Qingfeng said.

The second generation female disciple Li Lihong came over at this time and said: "Master, Mr. Ye has a high level of cultivation, but he is not a swordsman after all. He came to teach us Shushan disciples, I am afraid it is a bit difficult for others."

Although everyone has seen Ye Fan's strength, after all, Ye Fan has never shown his swordsmanship, the only time was when he crippled Ye Feng, he shot out a sword intent.

But that time, Ling Baiguang was present and didn't pay attention, because the speed was too fast, so he didn't know Ye Fan's method.