This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 82 Prince, please don't be handsome! (1)

Wildfire has also practiced martial arts, so he naturally understands his shortcomings.

It can be said that Linghu Jingtian's words, in every sentence, precisely revealed her weakness.

Although she can use this knife smoothly, she has not yet grasped the true essence of the knife technique, but she relies on the power and arrogance of the knife to create temperament, and has not been able to gather all the power into one point and attack Power is maximized while power consumption is minimized.

As for the footwork, she just learned it from Xuan Yu like a cat and a tiger, and she just practiced it a few times quietly, but she didn't really comprehend the beauty of the footwork.

That being the case, Yehuo's face showed no sympathy, and his tone was much harsher than Linghu Jingtian's.

"Don't pick other people's faults there, if you have the ability, show me your skills!"

While talking, Yehuo raised his hand and gently rubbed his sore neck.

"Shooting is just choking the neck, no idea!"

Being ridiculed by her, Linghu Jingtian's eyebrows were twisted into twists again.

With a cold snort, he strode towards Wildfire.

"Step aside!"

In fact, Yehuo was also curious about Linghu Jingtian's strength, and deliberately used aggressive methods to tease him to make a move.

Seeing that he was really in the trap, I couldn't help but secretly smiled in my heart, but my face still pretended to be disdainful.

"Get out of the way, let me see how much worse your knife skills are than choking your neck!"

While talking, she walked aside with the knife, sat lazily on the chair, leaned the knife aside, and poured a cup of herbal tea for herself.

In the middle of the hall, Linghu Jingtian raised the knife and pressed it on the handle, took a light breath, and suddenly drew the knife in his hand.

The knife also recognizes people!

The knife was in Yehuo's hand, and it was just a knife.

Linghu Jingtian drew the saber in his hand, and the blade made a low humming sound, like a dragon chant.

Yehuo instinctively turned his face away from the teacup, and looked at Linghu Sedum in the hall.

Just one glance, and it can no longer be moved away.

In the hall, Linghu Jingtian slowly raised his hand holding the Dragon Chanting Saber.

One person, one knife, as if they were one body.

At that moment, it seemed that the air in the entire hall became dignified.

(End of this chapter)