Su Xiaolu was a little embarrassed to see that many monks were older than her, but after that, she boasted with cupped fists, "Then I'll be ashamed to be called Aunt."
The old abbot nodded happily and raised his hand.
Two monks stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and picked up sticks.
Su Xiaolu also took a stick and the competition began.
As the number one disciple of Gui You, Su Xiaolu naturally could not underestimate her.
Su Xiaolu's sword techniques were ever-changing, and the monks' staff techniques were also superb. Their tacit cooperation was almost engraved in their bones.
Su Xiaolu was very energetic. From the initial test to counterattack to parrying, it was only in this short moment.
The old abbot watched with relish and nodded repeatedly.
The other monks and disciples were also watching seriously. Everyone slowly practiced in their hearts. If it was their fellow disciples who went on stage, how long could they last?
