Lei Yao held her sword with her head spinning slightly, and she wanted to burst into a rage but couldn't. Seeing Ling Fan's serious expression, it seemed like she was being overly sensitive!
"Did you remember what I said? Why are your movements so stiff, even stiffer than your disciple!" Ling Fan immediately chided.
At those words, Lei Yao was instantly energized. That was correct, Bei Rushuang was also nearby. If she kept letting this guy spank her, how would she ever raise her head in front of that dead girl later on?
She immediately dared not get distracted again and ignored the tingling sensation from her buttocks, focusing entirely.
"I hear you're no match for Yu Xinghai. Although you might be slightly inferior in terms of cultivation, this sword technique is enough to compensate. Once you master the Eleventh Form, beating him won't be a problem!" Ling Fan encouraged from the side.