"Hmph, take this."
Wan Yanran stopped with the pleasantries, and the spear in her hand flew out directly. Streaks of scorching flames appeared out of thin air, forming a tornado that wrapped around the spear and thrust towards Hua Bei.
"Damn it, little girl, you're serious. In that case, I can only get serious with you too."
After Hua Bei finished speaking, the folding fan in his hand also flew out directly, transforming into a giant shield to protect his body. His hands weren't idle either; he continuously formed hand seals, and a phantom sword appeared in the void, thrusting towards Wan Yanran.
Xu Changqing, holding little black below the stage, showed a hint of a desire for battle in his eyes.
"Master, who do you think will win on stage?"
Xu Changqing asked.
Wang Yufan countered.
"What do you think?"
