Two moves? Listening to the flamboyant words of the flower shirt just now, as well as his posture, his skills must be much stronger than Junzi.

Tian Xinmiao's brows furrowed slightly, although she had almost practiced all the fighting techniques she practiced in her previous life recently, but after all, in her previous life, she had not really faced the enemy except for fighting with her coach, so she couldn't underestimate the enemy at this moment.

If you can't win with two moves, then it should be practiced.

With the decision made, Tian Xinmiao cautiously moved towards the flower shirt, "Let me make two moves, this is what you said, can't you make the other way around when I hit you." ”

Tian Xinmiao's cautious appearance seemed to please the flower shirt, and the flower shirt was a little guarded, "That's natural, your brother and I are well-known men, and we will never lose our words." ”

The corners of Tian Xinmiao's mouth slanted slightly, and the steps under his feet suddenly accelerated, and he swayed from side to side.

In the blink of an eye, he was close to the flower shirt, and the nunchucks in his right hand had already thrown over the shoulder of the flower shirt.

Hua Shirt first amazed Tian Xinmiao's movement speed, but seeing that the nunchucks she threw over were not only out of order, but perhaps because she was moving too fast, the nunchucks' accuracy was also much worse.

He only leaned sideways slightly, easily avoiding the nunchucks.

Tian Xinmiao steadied himself by his side very 'hard', and while retracting the nunchucks, his body squatted slightly, his right leg stretched out, and he came up with a roundhouse kick.

The flower shirt jumped slightly to the other side, easily avoiding her legs.

"Yes, yes, the girl really has two hits, but are you blind to yourself, you can't control yourself."

A roundabout kick seemed to stun Tian Xinmiao, who took two steps back, gasping slightly in her mouth.

"Come on, come on, you've run out of two tricks, it's time for my brother to teach you."

When he raised his hand, he saw the iron rod in his hand, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slanted, and he threw the iron rod straight into the ditch.

Tian Xinmiao's heart was a little relaxed, it seems that she didn't perform these two tricks in vain.

Tian Xinmiao guardfully held the two iron rods of the nunchucks with both hands and ripped the chain open as a block.

Hua Shirt took a big step at his feet, and his right hand turned into a fist and went straight at Tian Xinmiao's face.

Tian Xinmiao's eyes were 'panicked', and he raised the nunchucks in front of him.

The corners of her mouth slanted again, and the fist of her right hand slammed to the right and down, hitting her left shoulder.

"This face is so good-looking, if you destroy it, my brother will be distressed."

Tian Xinmiao leaned back slightly, and received the punch of the flower shirt.

At the same time as the flower shirt was shifted, the fist that had been stretched out in his left hand paused slightly, and he lost a few points of force when he was about to hit Tian Xinmiao's abdomen.

Tian Xinmiao sucked his already shriveled stomach and lightly hit him.

The flower shirt closed the attack, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Looking at Tian Xinmiao's movements, she was very fast, but her body seemed to be a little sluggish.

He looked up at Tian Xinmiao and saw that there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and her hands holding nunchucks seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Hey, sister, it turns out that you are just these two times, it seems that brother, I overestimate you."

Tian Xinmiao didn't say anything, just looked at her vigilantly, and slowly retreated under her feet.

"Forget it, sister, when it hits you, my heart really hurts, or you admit defeat and follow your brother."