"Zhu Xiuxiu, please enlighten me."
Zhu Xiuxiu's expression was calm as she stopped ten meters in front of Zhou Youwei.
Zhou Youwei felt inexplicably puzzled and frowned, "We have no enmity, do we?"
Zhu Xiuxiu shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her.
Zhu Xiuxiu's beautiful eyes were full of battle intent, staring intently at Zhou Youwei, "But nothing prevents a pure duel between us."
"You are strong, our realms are similar, and you are also a sword cultivator. A duel between us is inevitable!"
"Come on!"
At this moment, Zhu Xiuxiu seemed like a battle maniac, speaking fervently.
Zhou Youwei twitched the corner of her mouth and looked at Ye Xuan.
"My wife ever lost?" Ye Xuan said with a smile.
Zhou Youwei gave Ye Xuan an annoyed look, but when she turned back, her aura quickly changed.
Extremely cold.
