One by one, the men holding the weapons tightly stood up, as if murderous intent had already been around the Taiyin Academy.

The only bond between Mr. Chunqiu and Qin is Zhao Zheng.

If Zhao Zheng dies, some of the connections are not so close.

"Of course, take it seriously!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand and grinded it gently.

The man who spoke first gently made his sword three inches, as if he had something in his words:

"Your Madam, the weapon is without eyes, and it is a weapon of killing. If you hurt the young master, don't blame me."

Zhao Zheng smiled.

"If you have this ability, Zhao Zheng would be willing to accept it."

"Please!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand gently and made a gesture of invitation.

Nine people carried long swords and stepped onto the glass platform.

"Is this... Zheng'er reckless?"

Zichu was a little panicked when he was off the stage.

Lu Buwei gently pulled Lazichu's sleeve.

"Don't worry, young master!"

"We know, Mr. Chunqiu doesn't know?"

"Didn't you see the two sons of the Meng family, and their expressions remain unchanged?"

When Zichu heard this, he looked at the Meng brothers, but saw that the Meng brothers were indeed as normal as ever, and had not changed at all.

Lu Buwei said softly:

"Let's see! How much has Wang Sun learned under the Immortal? Today I can see the leopard."

On the high platform, the young man stood in a gorgeous clothes with his sword.

Opposite was a nine-person sword-holder. His hands had deep calluses at the mouth of the valley and a faint murderous aura on his body.

Swords are ritual instruments that respect humans and gods.

But for those of them, swordsmen, murderers.

"Please, please!"

Under Zhao Zheng's sleeve, he gently drew out his long sword.
Chapter completed!