"Hehe!"
With a soft chuckle, Wang Luo Jing's movement technique quickened slightly as she continued to toy with Zhao Dingteng. Unlike her previous disarray, she now moved with the grace of a butterfly and the lightness of a sparrow. Inexplicably, she seemed to have finally grasped the essence of the Willow Catkin Body Method.
This girl! Has she been holding back!? Is her movement technique really that exceptional? The elated expressions of the Liu and Zhao clans immediately hardened. If the fight continued in this way, it was likely to be a stalemate.
Little did they know, Wang Luo Jing's movement technique had to be exceptional, otherwise, she would have been killed by Luo Qiu. The two girls were constantly competing, neither willing to bow down to the other.
"Since you've revealed your trump card, don't blame me for being rude." Wang Luo Jing's tiny hand turned, revealing a strange-looking flute in her hand, which she started to play while swiftly retreating.
