Under the gentle moonlight, two small figures stood facing each other.
Xiao Sang lightly wiped her little hands on the hem of her skirt, bowed to Xiao Yue, and shyly said:
"Xiao...Xiao Sang... Please, sister, give me your guidance."
"Hehe, I wouldn't dare to teach. Xiao Sang, I'm very aware of your strength."
Xiao Yue's bright eyes blinked once, and she smiled, suddenly standing straight, her crisp voice rang out:
"Xiao Yue, Xiao Sang's two thousand forty-fifth duel... starts!"
Swoosh!
As soon as the words fell, the tension on Xiao Sang's face disappeared, and even her evasive gaze became brighter as both she and Xiao Yue flew out simultaneously.
Hmm!
Luo Feng's eyebrow twitched.
To others, it seemed as if the two girls moved simultaneously, but he saw clearly that Xiao Sang had actually moved before Xiao Yue, showing that the seemingly delicate Xiao Sang wasn't truly weak.
"Ten Thousand Butterfly Palm."
A soft shout rang out.
