Shi Xian laughed heartily as he came over, the eleven-year-old boy was already one meter seventy tall.
"Uncle Yang, I'm here this time, am I taking advantage of the situation?"
"Haha, taking advantage? You need to have the skills for that, come on."
When the two really began to spar, Yang Zhongyi was surprised. He hadn't expected Shi Xian's skills to be quite a bit better than Feifei and Jianbin.
Yang Zhongyi deliberately extended the time, and they stopped after twenty minutes.
"Very good, Shi Xian, when the holidays come, I'll take you to our place to train. Guaranteed to improve your physical fitness."
"Uncle Yang, you're the one who said it."
"Of course. Don't worry, Uncle Yang can take care of that."
Now only Shi Jing and Tingting were left.
"Uncle Yang, I'm just watching," Tingting said with a smile, waving her hand. She knew her own limits; how could she practice in front of Uncle Yang with her mediocre skills?
