Yun chujiu couldn’t be bothered with buttface and started to build the wall.
When she woke up, it was already the second half of the night. It would probably be dawn by the time she finished building the wall. At that time, she would have to participate in the three-year competition. Just thinking about it made her feel bad.
As she built the wall, she remembered that the nine-fingered old man didn’t believe her one-inch dart sword aura, so she took out the soul-locking lamp.
Pointing at the holes on the wall, the old man said smugly, “Old Man, see? This is caused by my one-inch dart sword Qi.”
Looking at the holes on the wall, the nine-fingered old man was skeptical. “Are you telling the truth? Didn’t you use other methods to fool me?”
Hei Xinjiu snorted coldly, took out a large kitchen knife, and swung it at the holes.
To be honest, she was not sure either. After all, she had no idea why the one-inch dart sword Qi was so fast.