"Your abilities, and your bloodline rating." The man ignored Ding Churou, whose face was gloomy, and stared at Tang Bai with a pair of slightly purple eyes, his tone low and cold.

"Li Tu, are you questioning my way of looking at people?" Ding Churou stabbed coldly.

"I just don't want to know anything about my next teammates." Li Tu's complexion remains unchanged.

"It's taboo to spying on the ability of a stranger of bloodline at will!" Ding Churou seemed to be dyed with two faint pink flowers because of anger, and glared at Li Tu angrily.

"They're acting for you."

Tang Bai looked at the two people in front of him who seemed to be fighting each other because of him with a calm face, and the reminder of the mirror spirit suddenly sounded in his mind. Tang Bai's heart was suddenly shocked, if it weren't for the reminder of the mirror spirit, he wouldn't have seen the slightest abnormality of the other party at all.

The performance of the two is too deceitful, especially the acting skills, whether it is the eyes, tone, or emotional mobilization, in Tang Bai's opinion, there is no flaw. At least with his current powers of observation, he couldn't see any flaws.

However, Tang Bai did not feel any anger in his heart, but was carefully thinking about the motives and intentions of the two of them in doing so.

In fact, it is not difficult to deduce the reason, in the next second after the mirror spirit reminded him, Tang Bai vaguely guessed the reason why the other party staged such a play in front of his eyes. It's nothing more than to probe the details of your own strength. Although Ding Churou seems to be full of confidence in Tang Bai, he should also be a little drumming for Tang Bai's true strength in his heart.

One of the two people has a red face and a white face. Even if one party completely aroused Tang Bai's dissatisfaction, the other party could also act as a glue to temporarily maintain the existence of this team. If necessary, it can also act as a lubricant to dissolve friction between the two parties.

Although he roughly guessed Ding Churou's intentions, Tang Bai did not feel any anger of being despised and distrusted. After all, for him, although he initially mastered some mirror spirit abilities, he also knew some secrets from Ding Churou's mouth that were not secrets.

But Tang Bai didn't know if he was a bloodliner, nor did he know the ability and strength of a bloodliner. Without reference and comparison, Tang Bai was also a little curious and apprehensive about the level of the bloodline that his ability and strength were at.

Right now, there was a rare opportunity for Tang Bai to satisfy his curiosity. Because Li Tu challenged him.

"Are you ready?" Li Tu looked at Tang Bai, the straight-line distance between the two was about six meters, and they looked at each other face to face.

"Come on." Tang Bai nodded.

Looking at Tang Bai, Li Tu, and the other young man who were standing loosely, their faces were a little unsightly. Although the two are not the elites of the younger generation in their respective families, they have also undergone the same tempering as those elites since they were children.

Perhaps in terms of potential and talent, Li Tu and the two can't compare with those in the family whose bloodline rating is better than them, but compared to ordinary special forces or martial artists, their physical fitness and strength are more than one and a half stars stronger.

In Li Tu's eyes, Tang Bai, who was standing at random, was almost covered with flaws. Those who dare to make such a gesture in such a situation are either confident in their own abilities and strength to a considerable degree, or they are disdainful of their opponents.

To say how strong Tang Bai's ability and strength are, Li Tu is unwilling to believe it in his heart. This is the same as asking a noble child who has undergone various elite training since childhood to admit that he is not as good as an ordinary college student who is a stranger.

If Tang Bai knew what Li Tu was thinking at this moment, he was afraid that he would also be aggrieved. Although he didn't dare to say that he was powerless, and he also mastered some fighting skills when fighting with some gangsters, but those were all unseemly, in terms of skills or something, he didn't say that compared with Li Tu and other people who have undergone strict training since childhood, even a random soldier can solve him neatly.

Of course, the premise is that Tang Bai does not use the ability of the mirror spirit.

Li Tu didn't bother to reply, a dagger in the style of a folding knife ghostly appeared in his right hand, and he didn't see any gesture, Li Tu's figure was like a cannonball out of the chamber, ignoring the distance of several meters between him and Tang Bai.

When the blade of the folding knife in Li Tu's hand sank into the muscles on Tang Bai's neck, Tang Bai's expression still looked a little confused, as if he hadn't reacted to Li Tu's actions.

Seeing this scene, Ding Chu couldn't help frowning, and his heart, which was still a little expectant, cooled down little by little. From the current point of view, Tang Bai's performance undoubtedly disappointed her. For Li Tu's attack, Tang Bai showed no resistance at all, and even when Li Tu put the folding knife in his hand against his neck, Tang Bai didn't seem to have reacted. If it was in a real death match, Tang Bai would undoubtedly be killed by Li Tu's neat blow, and be reduced to a corpse that gradually became cold and stiff.

The young man who was standing on the side with Ding Churou had just a mocking look on his face, and he saw Li Tu put away the folding knife and took two steps back. Ding Churou sighed in her heart and walked towards the two of them.

Before Ding Churou walked in front of Tang Bai and Li Tu, she keenly felt a trace of something wrong between the two. Although Tang Bai, who looked like he had been killed in seconds, had a conspicuous look of surprise on his face, the expression on Li Tu's face was far more exaggerated than Tang Bai's.

"How did you do that?" Li Tu covered his neck with his left hand, and looked at Tang Bai again with a hint of shock and horror in his eyes. Ding Churou, who heard Li Tu's words, stood up suddenly, and her eyes swept towards Li Tu.

Tang Bai spread his hands and kept silent, obviously not wanting to reveal anything. In this case at hand, there's nothing wrong with keeping some mystery. What's more, he also realized from what Ding Churou said earlier that the bloodline also had a certain concealment about his ability, so he naturally wouldn't say it stupidly.

"What's going on?" Tang Bai and Li Tu were playing dumb riddles, and Ding Churou on the side glanced at the two suspiciously.

"See for yourself, if I hadn't stopped in time, my head might have fallen off now." Li Tu let go of the left hand that was covering his neck, revealing a blood-drenched neck under his palm, and red blood snaked down his skin.

"What's going on?"

Ding Churou and the young man who followed opened his eyes wide, just like Li Tu, with an incredible expression. In their eyes, it was obviously Tang Bai who was at a disadvantage, and Tang Bai was also the one with the blade and body, but the result was so unexpected. Tang Bai, who was held against the folding knife, was uninjured, but the owner of the folding knife holding the folding knife was drenched in blood. The most shocking thing is that from beginning to end, Tang Bai didn't even move a finger in place.

Ding Churou's heart, which had been cool, suddenly beat vigorously again, and the blood turned red.