102, Fooled again!_3

Hearing the voice of Dry Leaf Elder, Xu Yuan's gaze became slightly focused.

To squish the softer persimmon, right?

Compared to Lin Qingque, he indeed was a softer persimmon.

However, even so.

"Calling me a soft persimmon, do you even qualify?"

If it were Lin Qingque or Tian Liuli saying that, Xu Yuan would have no objection, but based on their own merits?

Xu Yuan looked expressionlessly at the Yin-yang Master, who blocked the Thunderfire Sword with his fan, used his waist to power his movement, and suddenly started spinning violently.

The sword moved with him! It transformed into a giant spinning top, continuously slashing around the Yin-yang Master.

Clang clang clang!

Accompanied by countless sparks flying and bursting forth, the dense sound of metal striking metal rang out like rain beating on banana leaves.

The eyes of the Yin-yang Master nearly popped out of his head.

"Damn it! The old man told you, and you take it out on me? What's the meaning of this?"