Perhaps God couldn't stand it, and when he said this, he coughed twice again.

Tong Li and others showed worried expressions, and Zhen Mengxue even asked: "Teacher Qin, are you okay?"

"Worry about me? Why don't you worry about yourself... Cough cough... No matter how bad I am, it's the cultivation level of the Great Sword Sect... Cough cough... Even if you are all dead, it's not my turn... Cough cough..." Lin Qianjun said the more he coughed, the stronger it became. It was not until the end that he took out the wine pot and took a sip carefully.

His movements were obviously different from his usual generous drinking state. Except for the simple little girl Zhen Mengxue, the other four people saw abnormalities.

But they didn't say it directly, but kept it a little careful.

The sword ship was very fast, and in less than half a day, they had already arrived at the Beihai Pass.

Below are a thousand soldiers of the Divine Sword Army that have gathered.

Their cultivation is all in the realm of the Sword Sect, and the swords they hold are also spiritual swords. In their hands, even millions of strange beasts are not scared.

But no matter what, the Divine Sword Army has only one thousand people, which is irreparable.

So there are always fish that misses the net.
Chapter completed!