PFC Chapter 334 Sisterhood Forged Through Fighting
Chapter 334 Sisterhood Forged Through Fighting
"Why are you smiling so beautifully? Who are you trying to seduce? I'm not falling for your tricks!"
Yao Maimai stared in disbelief, her hand trembled, and the bowl of noodles almost tipped over.
Where did this person get upset again? He came back and started picking a fight with her.
That's how she always laughs, okay?
Originally, she was just trying to curry favor with him, so Yao Maimai told herself to be patient.
Yao Maimai took a deep breath, ignoring the unfounded accusation, and still smiled.
"Wen-meimei, I brought you breakfast. Try it and see if you like it."
Wenwen was just making things up and deliberately picking a fight. "If it's not good, can you give me another bowl?"
Yao Maimai frowned and clenched her fists, once again advising herself to endure.
She said good-naturedly, "How do you know it's not good if Wen hasn't even eaten it?"
Wenwen raised an eyebrow and continued to nitpick, her tone sharp, "I can smell it and I know it doesn't taste good."
Oh, she has such a bad temper!
Yao Maimai's anger flared up instantly. She could no longer tolerate it and, without thinking twice, shoved the bowl of noodles into Wenwen's hands. In an older sister's tone, she commanded, "Eat, eat quickly. After you finish, you'll fight with me."
call!
The purpose is achieved.
Wenwen's expression changed instantly, and she said with a smile, "Yes, thank you for the noodles, Sister Mai. I'll eat them, I'll finish them quickly."
Wenwen buried her head in her noodles, explaining to her younger siblings as she ate, "I'll tell you a story after the older sisters finish fighting, don't rush!"
"Okay, we'll wait and cheer for the sisters!"
Look, what an understanding child! How wonderful and adorable!
After finishing a bowl of noodles, Wen Chengmo casually took the empty bowl and said, "Sister, give me the bowl, you guys go fight!"
Why does that sound so cheerful?
Indeed, Mai Mai would occasionally pick a fight with Wen Wen. Most of the time, the two were just playing around, and their serious sparring would only last for a dozen or so rounds before it would fizzle out. Everyone in the valley knew about it, let alone the younger siblings.
After Wenwen finished eating, Yao Maimai urged her to leave, and the two ran to the open space in front of the bamboo courtyard and stood facing each other.
Wenwen asked, "Tell me, how do you want to fight today?"
Without hesitation, Yao Maimai said, "You first suppress your cultivation to the same level as mine. You are only allowed to use the Wind Blade Technique. I will practice dodging and counterattacking. When my spiritual power is exhausted, I will fight bare-handed."
Wenwen thought to herself, "Why make such a fuss over something like this?" Looking around, she saw not only her younger siblings watching, but also her older sisters and cousins who had heard the news and came out to stand by and watch.
It's always the same: repeated defeats, yet repeated attempts continue.
However, Wenwen also knew that her sisters were feeling very stifled. Their cultivation levels were not high enough, so they could neither go to the mountains nor leave the valleys often. Therefore, every time she came back, she would find a reason to have a small sparring session with her sisters to encourage them and keep them enthusiastic and passionate about cultivation.
Wenwen asked again, "Are you sure?"
Yao Maimai gritted her teeth and said, "I'm sure."
"Come on! Take this!"
Wenwen knew that the purpose of this fight was to train the sisters' skills, so I couldn't hold back, nor could I hurt them. Finding the right balance was a difficult task.
Wenwen gave Yao Maimai no time to prepare, and as soon as she finished speaking, a sharp wind blade flew towards Yao Maimai.
Yao Maimai sensed the fluctuation of spiritual energy and quickly dodged to the side, summoning a large sword to block the attack of the wind blade. At the same time, she also quickly swung out a wind blade, but it was not strong enough and Wenwen easily deflected it.
"Yao Maimai, didn't you eat any noodles? Have some more!"
Wenwen didn't give her much time to react, not only verbally provoking her but also constantly touching her.
Another wind blade chased after her, one after another.
Yao Maimai was only focused on dodging and didn't listen to these unpleasant words at all. She gritted her teeth and continued to dodge, then fought back several wind blades in succession, each one showing improvement over the last.
Wenwen didn't move an inch, just stood there and unleashed six or seven wind blades in succession. The last one was slightly more difficult, but unexpectedly, Yao Maimai dodged it. However, at the last moment, she used the Earth Wall Technique to completely block the wind blade.
Hiding behind the earthen wall, Yao Maimai shouted, "Stop! I'm out of strength!"
Upon hearing this final roar, the onlookers couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Okay, let's change players.
"Sister, I'm coming."
A cheerful female voice rang out from the crowd. Wenxia walked over, first helping Yao Maimai to the side before leaving the stage.
Wenxia, Wenwen's older sister, has a slightly higher cultivation level than Yao Maimai. They are both at the second level of Qi Refining, but she looks like she's just one opportunity away from breaking through to the third level.
Looking at her older sister's imposing manner, Wenwen asked, "Big sister, what do you want to practice today?"
"You use the fireball spell, and I'll practice jumping and dodging."
Wenwen secretly clapped her hands, "Good, big sister, watch this!"
Still without giving them time to prepare, Wenwen was quick and ruthless, throwing a fireball and then another one when the opponent wasn't paying attention.
Wenxia quickly dodged, while also predicting the location of the next fireball. She dodged several times in quick succession, and it was clear that her speed was getting faster and faster, showing a hint of evolving techniques.
Wenwen wanted to test her older sister's reaction speed, so she blasted the last fireball with greater force, accompanied by several wind blades. "Big sister, catch!"
Wenxia knew her younger sister well; she usually didn't speak, but when she did, it meant something was up. Since her sister had said this, it meant things were going to get even more difficult.
A large fireball was hurtling towards her left, and there were several wind blades on the other three sides. It was clear that there was danger in all directions. Was her sister going to destroy her?
The onlookers were also tense, holding their breath for her. "Go, Sister Xia! Go!"
Wenxia gritted her teeth, rapidly circulating her spiritual energy and gathering power in her feet. With a whoosh, she shot upwards like a bullet.
next second.
boom!
Snapped! Bang bang!
wow-
The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, followed by the sound of things collapsing, came in a series.
broken!
Unable to control her gliding trajectory at high altitude, Wenxia simply followed the principle of parabolic flight and finally landed on a rack where food was being dried on the side of the bamboo courtyard.
Then, like dominoes, the shelves collapsed one after another until the last one fell, raising a cloud of dust.
Dust swirled, the air was still, and there was not a sound.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene. Whether they were the instigators or the onlookers, they all bowed their heads and stood at attention, waiting for the adults' judgment. No one dared to leave their original positions.
Even Wenxia, who had fallen to the ground, quietly got up, covered in dust, and stood among a pile of scattered wooden frames, bowing her head to admit her mistake.
The oldest was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest was four or five. Every single one of them was inwardly groaning, wondering how they would be punished. It seemed they had caused quite a bit of trouble, but how much punishment they would receive depended on the adults' judgment.
With such a commotion outside, how could it escape the eyes of the elders inside? They were just waiting for an opportunity to teach them a lesson, and now that opportunity has arrived, it's time to discipline these kids.
Several elders stepped out of the house. Although they did not say anything to reprimand them, everyone could feel a kind of pressure. It was not the condescending pressure of a cultivator, but a kind of kinship pressure that elders released to their juniors, commonly known as kinship kidnapping.
Looking at the quails bowing their heads and admitting their mistakes, Wen Yuanqian suppressed the smile on his lips and said coldly, "All of you, raise your heads, line up according to your height, and count off."