"Whoo." A mouthful of turbid breath, Huang Xiaoxiang opened his eyes.

"are you familiar with it?" The seemingly lazy magic sword makes a dull sound.

"well, now I don't seem to have that gentle power in my body." Huang Xiaoxiang feels that his spiritual power has become very stinging, which will make his body ache when he is running.

"do you know what extreme is?" The magic sword quickly flew to Huang Xiaoxiang's eyebrow and stopped.

a drop of cold sweat came down from Huang Xiaoxiang's forehead. The sharp point of Huang Xiaoxiang's sword was leaning against her eyebrow, if she had just confiscated it.

"the nine moves of the...