He thought he could support him for at least a year, and he would not have such emotions after a year.

But the fact was half a year earlier than he estimated.

During this period, Ding Yi could only calm down when practicing Qi. He would not keep talking to himself whether he was practicing stick skills or running. He would chat with himself, or even joke with him to make himself laugh.

He felt like he was about to be schizophrenia.

It's okay to do this when running, but when practicing sticks, Ding Yi must combine his mind and mind, devote himself to the moves to evolve the charm of each move.

But in the past half a month, as his mind became increasingly calm, the effectiveness of practicing stick methods has become worse and worse.

This seriously affected Ding Yi's initial plan.

He began to ponder, trying hard to calm himself down, think about everything in the past, and think about why he had to endure such inhuman torture.

At first, Ding Yi's heart was still irritable. He couldn't calm down. It seemed as if countless self-criticized in his mind. He was so annoyed that he waved his stick and smashed the entire island.

But gradually, Ding Yi's heart seemed to have entered another world. He was confused, and his consciousness seemed to be trapped in a fog and could not find his way out.
Chapter completed!