As a result, even after Wanqiji became the Demon Lord, he still obediently stepped forward.
He asked Shen Zhuochuan if he could have a friendly sparring session with him.
Shen Zhuochuan smiled sternly and flicked the gun in his hand deftly. "Come on."
Wanqi Jiqiang suppressed his fighting spirit, unsheathed his giant sword, and strode forward.
From that day on, Song Siyao or Wan Qiji could often be seen sparring with him in the bamboo garden, and sometimes the two of them would spar together.
Song Tingwan often sat at a stone table not far away, and occasionally Baili Xijiang and others would accompany her.
That day.
Both A Yao and her companion were exhausted from fighting, so they went to their older sister's side and accepted the spiritual drink she offered.
Shen Zhuochuan stood at a distance, holding his gun without moving.
He looked at Song Tingwan with a smile in his eyes: "Would you like to try sparring with me?"
Song Tingwan's eyes curved in surprise, her arms fluttering with a breathtaking beauty.
After her breakthrough, she hasn't sparred with anyone.
In reality, once back in his room, he secretly flipped through various secret manuals on his own.
The breakthrough in cultivation that she achieved in one go, though stable, made it somewhat difficult for her to control.
Every day, he would secretly touch what he was familiar with in his room.
"good."
Song Tingwan did not refuse. After the flying swan landed in her palm, she walked towards him unhurriedly.
Song Siyao and the others watched from behind, and even Wu Ling, who had been diligently cultivating recently, silently appeared beside them.
"I hope my uncle won't go too far," Baili Xijiang thought worriedly from the side.
The others looked over, their eyes filled with speechlessness.
"Do you think he can do it?" Song Siyao couldn't help but ask.
Qin Xi pinched his arm and said, "Are you stupid?"
The two people who were already facing each other turned around silently and smiled at Baili Xijiang.
Shen Zhuochuan chuckled and shook his head, then composed himself and looked at Song Tingwan in front of him.
"start?"
Song Tingwan's hand danced gracefully, and she smiled, "Begin."
Shen Zhuochuan assessed her skill level and then fired.
Compared to Song Siyao and Wan Qiji, that gun was terrifyingly slow.
Song Tingwan dodged the attack and couldn't help but smile upon seeing it.
"Although I was in poor health before, I was still quite good at using body techniques."
Shen Zhuochuan was also amused. The next moment, his spear moved even faster, but the tip of the spear was coated with a layer of his spiritual energy, so if she didn't dodge, it wouldn't accidentally hurt her.
"Then you'd better take it seriously."
After that, he was stabbed several times.
The attacks are getting faster and faster.
Song Tingwan's movements also went from being clumsy to being skillful.
She dodged, and with Jinghong in hand, she often entangled herself with his gun, then pulled hard.
It's impossible to pull it.
But the scene was exceptionally beautiful.
Qin Xi smiled slyly, twirled his fingertips, and bamboo leaves fluttered down like flower petals.
Guns and ribbons, elegant dresses and white robes.
Seeing the fluttering bamboo leaves, Song Tingwan suppressed a smile and smiled, then focused her spiritual energy on Jinghong and pulled it hard.
A dazzling light shone forth.
Shen Zhuochuan's movements were momentarily pulled away, and he smiled as he was dragged along by her strength.
"Your skill is truly remarkable, even before you've made a move. This time, you win."
The silkworm's silk, though fleeting, is the deadly weapon.
She hadn't controlled the attack at all; if she could make his weapon move even an inch away, then she could truly be considered the winner.
Song Tingwan couldn't help but chuckle, "If I win against someone at the Tribulation Transcending stage, wouldn't I be invincible?"
Shen Zhuochuan nodded. "That's natural."
Her movement techniques were indeed excellent, and with her strength catching up, she was even more adept at maneuvering.
"Uncle, you weren't this gentle when you were sparring with us."
Baili Xijiang voiced his dissatisfaction.
Wan Qiji and Song Siyao echoed each other, their eyes filled with subtle complexities.
Shen Zhuochuan deftly sheathed his gun, walked to Song Tingwan's side, and walked past her side by side.
"You're tough and thick-skinned."
"The strength of the two of you in this battle has long surpassed that of the Tribulation Transcending stage."
There is no reason for me to restrain myself.
Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow, his words logical and well-founded.
Song Tingwan smiled and let go, and Jinghong fell back into her arms, transforming into a quiet and flowing shawl.
"Uncle, you're so biased!"
Baili Xijiang glared at him with displeasure.
But it didn't have much effect.
It was not as good as the helpless glance that Song Tingwan gave her.
Shen Zhuochuan handed over a handkerchief, and Song Siyao, a beat slower, also handed over a handkerchief.
"Would you like to include me in your sparring sessions from now on?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Song Tingwan took her sister's first, and then took the one from his hand as well.
He stacked two handkerchiefs together and gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead.
The exchange was exhilarating.
Finally, I no longer feel that powerless and weak feeling.
I think I understand now why Ayao and Aji love sparring so much.
It was indeed exhilarating.
"Sister, I can also spar with you."
"That's right, I can also spar with my master."
Qin Xi smiled and raised his hand, "I can also help Wan'er train her reaction speed when facing different magical artifacts!"
Wanqiji and Wuling nodded silently.
They can also exchange skills if needed.
Shen Zhuochuan clicked his tongue, his voice soft and helpless.
"I brought it up first, and now one or two people are vying for it."
After the man finished speaking, he looked at Song Tingwan.
It seemed like they wanted to get an explanation from her.
Song Tingwan chuckled softly.
“Take turns.”
They are all so thoughtful.
It's not good to refuse anyone.
.
Several days passed in this peaceful manner.
Song Tingwan felt the time was right, so she called everyone to the courtyard.
A soft couch and sandalwood chairs were placed next to the stone table, and pastries and spiritual drinks were arranged neatly.
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