Since Han Dong learned the truth about Xiao Qian’s special features, he is confident about the hot pillows and determination in practicing martial arts. He seems to have returned to high school, practicing painting mountain stakes day and night.

Only by moving forward endlessly can you achieve success!

For example, after the battle of the great genius, Han Dong once asked himself... He has stood high enough to even see the entire Chinese country. Can he relax for a while?

But immediately afterwards.

The re-return of the Qingshan Sect and the experience of going to the imperial capital made Han Dong understand that if you want to win respect, you must have the corresponding weight, which can be money, power, or force that is arrogant and arrogant!

Living in the world, you should not always seek enjoyment.

Isn’t there any beauty in the process of practicing martial arts carefully?

That's definitely not the case.

Not only did he practice martial arts hard, he was also enriching his life, experiencing a more mysterious world, and witnessing a wider sky. Moreover, there were monsters and monsters, so how could he be lazy and follow it?

"Second Mountain Realm!"

In the bedroom, Han Dong practiced painting mountain stakes.

Those eyes, which were as clear as a mirror lake, were filled with perseverance. As the internal force manifested the shadows of the two towering mountains, it created an unshakable Kuran, as if nothing could curb his perseverance.

In fact, there is no emotional restriction in painting mountain stakes.

But when practicing, it is naturally close to the momentum of Chongshan, solemn and concentric, even if it is not spoken, it is magnificent.

in short.

High-level stance exercises require emotions, while mysterious stance exercises like Huashan stances create emotions!

“It’s incredible.”

"With the practice of Huashan Pile, the internal force in the body seems to become stronger. Is this subjective emotion affecting the objective reality?" Han Dong put away Huashan Pile and smacked his tongue secretly.

By now, he has reached the peak of the third level of martial arts.

Even so, he still cannot understand the essence of his inspiration... Yes, the current inspiration seems to go beyond the scope of mysterious senses and has undergone some subtle sublimation.

What exactly has changed.

He didn't know either.

"strangeness."

"I always feel that my inspiration is different from other martial artists."

Han Dong narrowed his eyes, carried his hands on his back, and looked into the bedroom mirror. He was as dashing as the wind, as elegant as the clouds, as fierce as the sun, and was as handsome as a young man, who was like a mountain, couldn't help but sigh.

Could it be?

Can inspiration also increase appearance?

"Um."

"My aesthetic should be normal, this should not be an illusion." Han Dong stroked his black hair twice, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a smile.

no way.

When you see objective things of beauty, you should smile with the right smile.

"Try this again."

"I have three thousand winds flowing with my palm, and the wind is condensed!" He restrained his messy thoughts, slowly lifted up his palm, and began to gather the surrounding air above it, like a whirlwind, and finally turned into a small tornado.

This is a technique of unity, with its power. In addition, Han Dong's own internal strength can overturn any vehicle.

Even if you soar into the sky and break the white clouds, it is not a false imagination.

But it is well known

The unified martial arts touches the world, and whenever it appears, it has an extraordinary momentum... Therefore, it is really difficult to make it silent.

"Stay! Stay! Stay!"

Han Dong's eyes were shining, and his internal force suppressed the aftermath.

His control over power reached the level of perfection, and it actually made this radiant wind whirl, as stable as a tripod, floating above his palm.

At this moment, the bedroom is extremely quiet.

The clock hanging on the wall rotates meticulously. The mirror under the clock reflects the miniature whirlwind above the palm of your hand.

"good."

Han Dong smiled happily.

His bedroom is not very big, but the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs... Light curtains, single beds with sky blue sheets, desks with desktop computers and other items are all available.

But if you relax a little, you will experience strange phenomena.

The whirlwind of light trembled gently twice, causing ripples of air like waves, ups and downs.

Huhuhu.

The whole bedroom was in turmoil, and the wind roared.

Hurry!

The emerald green colored heart-sin printing paper was placed beside the pillow, emitting a mint fragrance, and was directly overturned in the air at this moment.

"receive!"

Han Dong's face changed slightly, and he suddenly held his palm.

Just like the left palm of jade, it completely closed and directly dispersed the technique of Fengliu Three Thousands. If this technique is allowed to show its power, no matter whether it is the bedroom or the surrounding walls will collapse.

"It's still a little bit." Han Dong frowned and stood in front of the mirror. Even with inspiration, it was still difficult to completely control the scope of the unity technique.

Follow immediately.

He calmed down his mind and looked at the bedroom door.

A curious little head appeared between the brown door frames.

"Xiao Qian." Han Dong had no choice but to grow taller in your body. You can sleep for a while."

Grow tall?

Han Qian was wearing pink pajamas and her eyes suddenly widened.

Of course she knew that she was four and a half years old, and she was exactly one hundred centimeters tall, not much or less... Xiao Qian's face showed excitement: "You can grow taller by sleeping more?"

"Of course." Han Dong said seriously.

As we all know, the average height of four-year-old girls in China is about 103 cm, while Xiao Qian is a child who pulls her back, slightly lowering the average.

As for how much lower it.

Han Dong can't calculate it.

"snort."

"It's still three centimeters away, Xiao Qian can catch up with the average!" Xiao Qian shook her little head in a depressed mood, stood cutely, observing her own short legs.

It's a bit short indeed.

It's much shorter than my brother's legs.

"sleep!"

Xiao Qian turned her eyes and immediately became motivated to sleep. She rushed to her brother Han Dong's single bed, and her little head was pierced into the folded quilt.

Han Dong's face turned dark: "..."

This was the quilt he had folded with his heart, with edges and angularity.

As the little head hit, it was as weak as tofu, and it immediately collapsed halfway. Just looking at the white and tender little hands grabbed the corner of the quilt and lifted it up twice.

"Okay."

Xiao Qian stretched out her white and tender little hand.

"Brother, let's sleep together."

Xiao Qian lifted a corner of the thin quilt and patted the sky blue quilt, showing her longing on her simple face.

Seeing this, Han Dong couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "You go to bed by yourself, your brother is not sleepy."

"What?" Xiao Qian was displeased: "If you have a woman outside, brother, don't you care about sleeping with Xiao Qian? Besides, don't you want to grow taller?"

“???”

Han Dong's face was pitch black.

...

May 2nd.

Suhe City, which is about to be in summer, is gradually heating up. The original sunshine of Hexi has turned hot, making the air with a slight sultry heat, just right for wearing short-sleeved sleeves.

"Hmph."

Xiao Qian was humming while circling around the living room.
To be continued...