For Tang Yiyi, even if she could stand on the water as casually as Shen Lang, there was no need to do this.

She is good at ice martial arts, and she doesn't even need to deliberately activate spiritual power to form hard ice cubes where her feet fall.

When fighting people on the water, this situation obviously has a lot of advantages over the other party.

Tang Yiyi touched the willow waist and pulled out a long sword that was as thin as a cicada's wing, as soft as a belt, and as bright as a group of countless flowers.

She raised her hand slightly, pointed the sword at Shen Lang, and said solemnly: "Take out your weapons."

"Weapons? Weapons are extensions of hands and feet, and anything can become weapons." Shen Lang smiled lightly, his wrists shook and his two ribbons in his hand immediately intertwined into a rope as thick as a wrist.

Then, the spiritual power in his hand was spitting out, and the rope that drooped in the water immediately became wet.

The water in the lake seemed to be absorbed by a force and climbed straight up to the rope.

In an instant, the rope was completely wet.

Shen Lang's arm shook, and the originally soft rope stretched straight with a loud bang, turning into a long stick!

It was not until this time that Shen Lang said again: "This is my weapon."

"Cloth stick!"

A trace of anger finally appeared on Tang Yiyi's cold face!

No one has ever dared to despise her Tang Yiyi so much!
Chapter completed!