"Again!"

Looking at the wind chimes, Two Hundred Dollars couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "What is a genius... this is what a genius is!"

He even suspected that if the wind chimes were from the same era as him, they might... be able to outshine Ruotinghan?

But thinking about it, it makes sense, after all, he is that man's son.

"Then I'll get serious."

Two Hundred Knives said with a smile, his eyes sharp:

"I couldn't ask for more!"

Then the second cut was met with a brutal slash from the Two Hundred Cuts.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is awful!"

"Again!"

While Feng Ling was practicing, Bai Qi also got a little itchy to fight, so he found something to tie himself up and started waving the Heaven-Breaking Halberd around.

Seeing this, Two Hundred Knives laughed and said:

"You two are just chickens fighting each other."

Thus, they became Wind Chime and Bai Qi.

Fengling's own strength is definitely inferior to Bai Qi's, but Bai Qi has not yet grasped that feeling, yet Fengling is able to suppress him.

But the fight was extremely difficult; Bai Qi's strength was so great that even a forced struggle could make the wind chime's hand go numb.

He couldn't help but admire Erbai Dao even more for being able to cut Bai Qi's body so easily.

As for Xi Ran, she still has to complete her first lesson. She doesn't have that much talent, so she needs to take it one step at a time.

Ruo Qingyan thoughtfully accompanied her during practice, even binding her own hands. One used a knife, the other a sword.

However, Xi Ran was a little nervous, never dreaming that the Holy Maiden would be her sparring partner.

"Your Holiness! Please enlighten me."

Ping Pong —

As their swords clashed, Xi Ran's tape, unsurprisingly, broke open again.

However... Ruo Qingyan didn't have any tape in her hand.

Xi Ran looked at her in surprise, a puzzled expression on her face.

Ruo Qingyan asked with suspicion:

"What's wrong?"

Two Hundred Dollars was even more shocked:

"As expected of the Holy Maiden, she didn't break down on her first time?"

"Oh, no... My dad made me practice that when I was little, I think I was six. I remember practicing for a long time..."

Two Hundred Dollars' face immediately darkened upon hearing this.

If you hear me, you old bastard, when did you steal my cultivation methods?