I traveled through hundreds of worlds at once

Unable to bear it any longer, Yi Hui wanted to find something for Zhen Yuanzhai to do, so that he wouldn't always focus on him.

But Zhen Yuanzhai was over ninety years old, and he had long since lost hope in everything. Apart from the comfort of his disciples and a world-class crisis, there was almost nothing that could make Zhen Yuanzhai relax his supervision of him.

Yi Hui thought about it, and finally thought of the internal boxing that he had forgotten in the early years.

So he collected some ancient books, sorted out the fragmentary records on them, compiled them into a complete set of internal boxing veins and handed them over to Zhen Yuanzhai.

And he had stopped at the peak of martial arts for decades, and there was no progress in the road of martial arts, and his body was weak.