Su Xiaomei looked excited and eager to try.

However, she did not do it directly.

His big eyes turned slightly, he said, "Please!", and then stood still.

Shuofeng didn't choose to take action for some reason.

Instead, he stood still and did not move for a long time.

Zhang Haobo looked at the two of them suspiciously, wondering what they were doing.

After a long time, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Shuofeng's face: "Little sister, didn't you say you wanted to fight me? Why don't you do it?"

Su Xiaomei replied seriously: "My brother often teaches me to respect the elderly and love the young when walking outside. You are so old that I will definitely let you take action first and then fight back!"

Shuofeng seemed to be shocked by Su Xiaomei's words and was slightly stunned.

Then he said with a solemn expression: "I already know your feelings. But I can barely count as half of your elders, of course I have to give in to the younger generation."

"You'd better do it first!"

"No, no, no, you should..."

"You first!"

...

Zhang Haobo looked at the strange scene of the two people in front of him, and his expression became strange.

"This person is called Shuofeng..."

Thinking of his constant provocation of Shen Yurou before, the look of disappointment appeared on his face after seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action.

Zhang Haobo couldn't help but realize something.

"Okay, it seems that you can see it. The skills I practiced are a bit special." After a while, seeing that the two of them were still stalemate, Shuofeng did not hide it.

He admitted: "If I don't get attacked by others, I can't take it first. So, please come first, sister!"

Su Xiaomei looked like this, and she was a little proud.

But then, it became serious.

A faint red flame appeared on his body, and he actually used his foundation-building object [spiritual rage] when he came up.

The air twisted, and Su Xiaomei disappeared in an instant.

But next to Shuofeng, at the same time, six identical figures appeared.

They all look like Su Xiaomei, but the expressions on their faces are different.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, thought, and worry.

Even the flames on their bodies were of different colors.

The six clones surrounded the Shuofeng, and each used close-fitting moves.

The flames mixed with colorful private colors were about to hit Shuofeng.

"Fancy!"

Shuofeng's voice rang out at this moment.

A white light flashed by.

Draw several lines in the air.

"Bang!"

I don’t know what happened, but Su Xiaomei’s six clones were all hit in an instant.

Stagnated in the air for a moment, then burst out of a burst of air and was knocked out at a terrifying speed.

“That’s all…”

Before Shuo Feng could finish his words, the six flying bodies that flew out suddenly disappeared.

Appeared next to Shuofeng again.

Moreover, the speed remains unchanged.

But the direction has become a sprint towards Shuofeng.

Another white light suddenly appeared.

Six flying bodies were knocked away again.

Speed ​​is faster than before.

But it's useless.

Just a moment later, Su Xiaomei flew with boiling flames and returned to approach Shuofeng at a faster speed.

What greeted them was still a dazzling white light.

Being knocked away again.

...

The battle continues to cycle in this process.

Su Xiaomei's clone attacked faster and faster.

The white light of Shuofeng is illuminating more and more frequently.

At this time, Zhang Haobo, who had been watching the game for a long time, finally saw the clues.

That white light was a sword.

A wooden sword.

Every time the white light comes, a wooden sword suddenly appears.

Then Shuofeng slapped Su Xiaomei with his sword.

"This speed..." Zhang Haobo was shocked.

Judging from Shuofeng's ease, he obviously did not use all his strength.

Even so, the strength shown is extremely terrifying.

Zhang Haobo asked himself that when he changed positions with Su Xiaomei, he might have lost in these few moves.

"However, my little sister seems to have not done her best..."

In the middle of the battlefield, Shuofeng seemed to be tired of playing this kind of back and forth game.

"It's not bad. But that's the end!"

With a solemn expression, he used Jianfeng instead to take action this time.

The white light lit up and instantly passed by the six clones in turn.

Countless silver threads exploded from the body.

In an instant, the clone was cut into countless pieces.

Scattered all over the ground.

However, neither Zhang Haobo nor Shuofeng's expressions changed at all.

"whee!"

"Woooooo!"

"ah!"

...

Various sounds came from the pieces.

As if they all have their own consciousness, they keep squirming on the ground and moving towards each other.

After a moment, six clones were formed again.

After the "resurrection", their expressions seemed to be a little richer.

"It's interesting." Shuo Feng, who was besieged again, finally got a little serious.

Six wooden swords that were exactly the same appeared next to him in an instant.

Welcoming the six clones of Su Xiaomei respectively.

While blocking his clone, Shuofeng glanced around, as if looking for something.

A moment later, a smile appeared on his face.

The next moment, Shuofeng appeared six feet away on the left, and seemed to be empty.

Another wooden sword was held in his hand and gently waved it forward.

A hidden figure was suddenly beaten out by Shuofeng.

However, the next second, the smile on Shuofeng's face disappeared.
To be continued...