"Oh? I wonder how my Quanzhen Sect disciples offended you, miss, to make you dislike them so much?" Wu Xuantian asked with a smile.
"Want to know? Only if you can beat me!" the girl in white said, tilting her head.
Wu Xuantian smiled faintly and said to her, "Very well. In that case, the closed-door disciple of Reverend Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect will ask his esteemed neighbor for a few pointers!"
"You're lying. You're so young, and Reverend Chongyang has been dead for years already!"
"My senior brothers and sisters accepted me as a disciple on our master's behalf!"
"Oh? Your martial arts are so poor, yet you were accepted as a disciple on your master's behalf? Could it be that those old bull-noses are all blind?" Before she could finish, the girl in white darted forward. Her delicate little fist shot toward Wu Xuantian's face, her intention perfectly clear: she wanted to give him a panda eye!
The girl's boxing technique was quite interesting. Its moves were fierce and intricate in combat, but when she used it, her movements were exceptionally graceful and elegant, like a fairy dancing in flight. It made the already youthful and beautiful girl seem even more charming and delicate.
Seeing how exquisite the fist technique was, Wu Xuantian was in no hurry to defeat her. He merely used his lightness skill to shift and evade. Though the girl had mastered the technique quite proficiently, she was still young and had yet to grasp its true essence. Moreover, her internal strength was far inferior to Wu Xuantian's. This fist technique was more than enough to handle ordinary third-generation Quanzhen disciples, but before Wu Xuantian, it was utterly inadequate.
The girl was stubborn and refused to concede. Seeing that her fierce assault had achieved