C1071 The White Skirt Attacked

"How do you want to fight?"

Luo Yingliang folded his handkerchief with a playful tone.

"Any way you like."

Zhang Xing shrugged nonchalantly.

"Then allow me to be the first to test you."

Luo Yingliang's expression chilled as he stepped forward, his palm slicing through the air towards Zhang Xing