" You should be talking about ancient martial arts, right?!"
Deng Xue Ling shook her head and smiled bitterly." My family runs an ordinary martial arts school. Although it has been passed down for several generations, we don't have such a thing…"
Zhao Yu felt a bit regretful at that moment. He had thought he could acquire a martial arts technique similar to Wang Zi Jun's lightfoot skill from Deng Xue Ling.
"However…"
Deng Xue Ling fell into reminiscence, "There is someone who might know ancient martial arts!"
"Who?!"
"Ji Wu Shuang!"
Zhao Yu was searching his memory but failing to find the corresponding person.
"Uh, who is that?!"
Deng Xue Ling glanced at Zhao Yu, a smile appearing on her face, and said, "Did you know I once ranked tenth in the Yanzhou Swordsmanship Competition?!"
"Didn't you win some kind of championship?"
"The Yanzhou All-Around Martial Arts Champion? That was just for performing routines…"