บท 6375: A promise of ten moves (3)

Ming Xin looked at Zhao Hai and smiled,"Iron Buddha temple's senior brother, my heart is right. Please advise me." She was extremely beautiful to begin with, and now, her smile was like a Hundred Flowers in full bloom. Her beauty was indescribable. Many male disciples of the Sword dance sect, the one silence Dao sect, and the nightwalking sect revealed expressions as if their souls were the host. Even the disciples of the Iron Buddha Temple could not help but Mutter the name of Buddha.

Zhao Hai looked at Ming Xin calmly and smiled. He muttered the name of Buddha,"Amitabha. Junior Sister is too polite. Please." Zhao Hai looked at Ming Xin calmly and didn't have any intention of making the first move.

Ming Xin's expression changed when she saw Zhao Hai's expression. However, she did not say anything. Instead, she waved her hand and a flying sword appeared in her hand. The sword looked extremely ordinary. The black scabbard made it look unremarkable.