After repeating this a few times, Ling Chuxi was already drenched in sweat. Large beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks and her eyes revealed a deep sense of fatigue.
Wu Jianan couldn't help but worry when he saw her struggling.
"It turns out that I was just lucky and happened to learn a set of magical acupuncture techniques. I thought that he had great skills." Wen zizai said in disdain.
At first, he thought that the Ling family had produced an extraordinary genius, but it didn't seem like much. He repeated the same set of acupuncture techniques over and over again. At first, he was amazed, but after watching it a few times, he was no longer that amazing. Furthermore, he had only performed the acupuncture a few times, and he was already so tired. It was obvious that his skills were not enough. He was probably at the middle of ethereal cultivation at most and could not control this set of acupuncture techniques well.
Once he understood this, Wen zizai became smug again.