When Lin Youfa woke up, he let out a long sigh. The sigh was full of emotion and vicissitudes. He lamented that when he was old, he had the opportunity to see the most magical and mysterious practice method in the world. The vicissitudes were that he had lived for decades, and the days ahead were in vain!

After Lin Youfa exhaled, he saw Li Yundong meditating in the middle of the room, and then approached.

It doesn't matter. Lin Youfa was suddenly surprised, jealous, jealous and hated!

I saw Li Yundong sitting on the futon, with a straight and concise white air on his head. The color of his face changed from red to black and cyan.

Lin Youfa knows that this is Li Yundong's practice. Lin Youfa's palm is fierce and fierce. If it is taken, a stone will be torn apart, not to mention Li Yundong's flesh and blood.