Zhang Xiaohua waved her right hand, and a faint red object flew like an arrow towards the elder.
The elder had been on high alert, fearing that Zhang Xiaohua might have some unexpected moves. Although the short sword in his hand was stabbing towards Zhang Xiaohua, he didn't use his full strength, but rather acted ambiguously, observing Zhang Xiaohua's response.
At this moment, seeing that Zhang Xiaohua chose to throw a hidden weapon, the elder couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "This young man still lacks experience."
Although the hidden weapon emitted a faint red color under the light, probably being some sort of deadly poison, the elder naturally couldn't let it get close to him. The short sword that was stabbing towards Zhang Xiaohua slightly shifted, directly attacking the light. In the blink of an eye, it hit the flying hidden weapon squarely.
