297 Poisoned the little mouth

"Yo? Miss He also has such refined tastes, reveling in battle here?"

Halfway up the mountain, a teasing male voice rang out.

The man had medium-length hair and a handsome appearance, with a smile on his face as he looked up at the treetop.

Perched at the treetop was a young woman.

Her figure was graceful, dressed in an elegant green long dress, quite ancient in style.

Her beautiful face and temperate grace were like a lotus blooming in a clear lake, pleasing to the eye.

"Xu Xing, please address me as senior sister."

The woman looked down, her soft voice responding to the cheerful youth.

The youth named Xu Xing laughed heartily: "We are the same age."

With a leap, he swiftly climbed the large tree.

The tree swayed from side to side, yet the woman in green remained as still.

Clearly, she wasn't really standing there, but hovering in place.

Xu Xing climbed to a position seven or eight meters high, standing on a branch and looking towards Martial Arts Arena No. 46: