"Get down here," Sun Kai shouted at Luo Qingyao in the tree.
"If you're a man, come up here." Luo Qingyao chuckled and beckoned to him with a finger.
"Heh... with this temper of mine... just you wait..." Sun Kai tossed the small tree he was holding to the ground, then sprang onto the tree Luo Qingyao stood in and began climbing with both hands and feet.
"Hey... Number Two, don't do that." Yang Weifeng couldn't bear to watch anymore. He pulled Sun Kai down and said, "Let me handle it. Otherwise, she'll kick you down in a moment."
With that, Yang Weifeng floated into the air and slowly rose to Luo Qingyao's height. Looking smug, he said, "Didn't see that coming, did you? I can fly."
Although Luo Qingyao looked calm on the surface, she couldn't help feeling shocked.
She hadn't expected all three of them to be cultivators, each proficient in different magic arts. What sect could have trained three disciples like these at once?
But why did they say they didn't belong to a sect? Luo Qingyao couldn't figure it out.
With no time to dwell on it, Luo Qingyao swung her sword and sneered. "So what? Come over here if you've got the guts. My sword doesn't care who it cuts. Don't blame me if I poke a few holes in you."
"Uh... crap. I didn't bring a weapon." Yang Weifeng's face turned green as he looked at the sword in her hand.
Then he stretched his lips into an awkward smile and said, "Well... let me make this clear first. I'm not afraid of your sword... I'm mainly worried about hurting you.
"Uh... how about... how about this? Neither of us uses weapons. We spar barehanded. What do you think?"
"Sure... bullying you with a