"Then come on!"
Su Xuan thought he should take a look to see if there were any good weapons!
"Ah..." The next moment, he saw the legendary Ximen Chuixue suddenly hit and sent flying back, landing with a thud on his car's hood, compressing it flat due to the impact.
"Uh, isn't Ximen Chuixue way too fragile!"
Su Xuan felt a bit awkward. Just hearing this name, he thought Ximen must be a master; after all, his family had been crafting swords for generations, so Su Xuan just gave a casual kick, never expecting Ximen Chuixue to be so easily knocked out.
"Pfft..."
Mo Qingqiu watched this scene, feeling like laughing but a bit embarrassed too, almost holding back an internal injury.
Seeing Ximen Chuixue in such a sorry state, it really did make things a bit awkward.
Su Xuan walked over to Ximen Chuixue's side, helped him up, and said awkwardly.
"Are you okay?"
At this moment, Ximen Chuixue was even more embarrassed, and he looked at Su Xuan, saying weakly.
