Gui Hu expressionless.
Xin Lin looked utterly innocent.
"I don't have a trace of Fu Xi's Energy in me anymore; if you can still find a tiny bit, you win."
Gui Hu still remained expressionless.
"Didn't you teach me one move of Ghost God Fist? Thinking to protect Little Xinzhuo and his mother, I diligently practiced during the daytime, practicing it a hundred times."
Out of fear that Gui Hu wouldn't believe her, Xin Lin led him outside the ruined temple.
Outside the ruined temple, the ground was littered with broken stones and pieces of wood.
Before evening, Xin Lin practiced boxing outside the ruined temple over a hundred times, exhaling, Qi Gathering, punching, retracting, the move of Ghost God Fist, which she practiced until she was very skilled.
The result of these hundred times was that her body's Fu Xi's Energy was completely depleted.
"Look, my hands are covered in scars from practicing."
