In the afternoon, Bai Wutong continued to practice her qinggong. She could now move nimbly on the wooden stakes.
Qingfeng held a wooden stick and said in a suave manner, "If you can dodge the wooden stick in my hand ten times today, the wooden stake will be replaced."
Bai Wutong had no objections to Qingfeng's training methods.
They stood facing each other on the wooden stake, and Qingfeng attacked decisively.
The wooden stick carried the wind along with its movements and hit Bai Wutong's stomach directly.
Lin Yue did not expect her to be so ruthless right from the get go. He carried Stinky and subconsciously shouted out, "Be careful!"
Although Bai Wutong had only started practicing her qinggong not long ago, she had lived in the apocalypse for three years. Her agility far exceeded that of ordinary people. Now, she had even learned to use her internal energy. When Qingfeng's wooden stick landed, she flew to another wooden stake.
