In his expectation, although Fang Che's cultivation has improved greatly, his physical strength will inevitably not keep up, especially since he has made so much progress, how can he keep up?

These are all things that complement each other. Going together is indispensable.

If the physical body is strong and the cultivation level cannot keep up, the physical body cannot continue to improve. However, if the physical body is strong, the physical body will inevitably have the problem of spiritual power tearing.

So this time, Sun Wutian brought countless resources and elixirs to come.

Especially things that temper the body.

Of course, it also came with the idea of ​​"beating Fang Che for three months".

But I really didn't expect that when I came, Fang Che's cultivation level was perfectly matched with his physical body!

This made Sun Wutian a little confused.

As a great martial arts expert, how could Sun Wutian not know how difficult it is to do this?

And how amazing is the pain to endure, the resilience, cruelty, endurance and cruelty required?

Therefore, Fang Che is worthy of praise for this kind of person.

So Sun Wutian praised: "No, not bad."

But after praise, Sun Wutian regretted it.

Because Sun Wutian has a very simple thought: a child cannot praise or spoil it! He must be beaten!

The more you beat me, the more obedient you are!

The more you beat me, the more promising you will be!

It has to be said that although Sun Wutian’s thoughts are traditional dogmatic, they make sense.

Because, after Sun Wutian finished praising, Fang Che's face showed a 'smug and arrogant' smile, and he said happily: "Thank you for the praise of the ancestor."

Sun Wutian's face turned dark.

Sure enough, proud!

What should I do if my child is proud?

beat!

Beat back!

So Fang Che was slapped and threw it to the ground: "Is it so good?"

The old devil ran wildly, kicking Fang Che like a ball and not landing in the air, cursing in a sarcasm: "Are you still taking it seriously?"

Fang Yun, who was still not leaving at this moment, was also just here, was broken...

That's my son!

I can't bear to beat me... No, I just beat me less than half a month, but I myself...

Fang Yun couldn't think about it and couldn't find a reason for himself, but it didn't affect Fang Laoliu's anger!

"Old thing, old bastard!"

After cursing in his heart, Fang Laoliu left his son and turned around...
Chapter completed!