Standing on the platform, Danxuan looked at the sea of people below the square, and then glanced at the six young men and women on the platform. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Su Xingyue's face.

Su Xingyue was obviously angry. She thought about what Danxuan had held in her arms on that path before, and her anger surged up in her heart.

"Miss Su, I don't know how you compare today? Let's put it another way?" Danxuan drew a folding fan from his waist and said carelessly.

Su Xing clenched his silver teeth, stared at Danxuan with a sneer and said, "How can we compare? You are a martial...