章 336: Kicked an Iron Plate

Jin Xuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

After answering Qian Qing, Su Yuan turned to look at Jin Xuan and lazily raised her eyebrows. "Do you admit defeat?"

The more arrogant he had been when he had provoked Jin Xuan, the more pathetic he was now. This was Jing Di's dance, the dance of The Godfather of Chinese street dance. Even his inner disciples couldn't replicate it perfectly, so how did Su Yuan do it? She had practiced this dance for two whole years, and she had made countless attempts and failures to get to where she was today. However, this was only Su Yuan's second time dancing. How could this be her second time? Was she a demon?