Tang Fan had to drive her away, he was indeed a little excited now.

"Master, are you...really okay?"

Mao Xiaomei looked at Tang Fan strangely, then turned back and rubbed his forehead.

Tang Fan raised his head and faced a pair of proud peaks. His whole body trembled, and then he felt like a deflated ball.

He said with a trembling voice: "I'm fine. I just need to adjust my skills. You can go back quickly."

"All right."

Mao Xiaomei always felt that Master's appearance was a bit strange, but she didn't dare to ask, so she immediately said goodbye and left.

"call……"

Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and his whole body went limp. It was so dangerous just now!

"Mo Yan, Xiao Xuexin, Bai Jingyi..."

Tang Fan silently thought about these confidantes in his heart and missed them endlessly.

Finally, he cheered up, turned his longing for women into motivation for cultivation, and started another cycle of body tempering.

His painful screams resounded throughout Fox Peak, which were very shrill under the moonlit night and shocked the spiritual beasts into wailing.

"Why is this kid working so hard all of a sudden? Where does this madness come from!"

Multiple spiritual consciousnesses swept over them, and they were all shocked by Tang Fan's desperate energy in practicing.

"Hehe, it seems you still need stimulation, this kid!"

The figure of the Seventeenth Ancestor appeared outside the cave, with a joking smile on his face.
Chapter completed!