Martial Temple.
The wind and snow swayed ceaselessly, the snow falling ever harder.
Behind the Martial Temple, layered prohibitions were connected, and a huge dojo surrounded by protective restrictions stretched across, its stone-paved ground now completely covered by accumulated snow.
Indeed, it was an excellent place for a friendly contest.
"Fellow Daoist Ning."
Lin Guo, carrying a long spear, smiled and said, "Limited to a hundred moves, you can only use martial artist techniques. If within a hundred moves, Fellow Daoist has not been defeated, Lin Guo will willingly gift the inherited Four Symbols Spear Technique; is that so?"
"Indeed."
"Then if Fellow Daoist Ning loses, could you return the two treasures to my aunt? Although we had no such agreement before, wouldn't it be disappointing if the stakes were one-sided?"
"So be it."
