The blood on your body is boiling. Is there anything more exciting than fighting against strong people while brushing attributes?

His figure suddenly flashed, and he picked up the long sword and slashed it out in a row. Mengjue's swordsmanship was more ethereal in the already thin mist.

However, Zhang Yuan's absolute power was too strong. Even in order to ensure Xu Ling's safety, he would let his sword escape within one round and fell directly to the ground.

Scared, the sword was inserted into the soil next to it.

Zhang Yuan's waist knife pressed against Xu Ling's face, making him unable to move.

“It’s pretty good overall.”

Zhang Yuan grinned, "Don't be discouraged, although you didn't win, I will still give you a gift..."

"it's over."

Yao Chun turned around and was about to leave here and go back to continue to handle official duties. However, he was smirking the sword skills just now, "It's really good. His level should be able to advance in the evaluation. Tsk, this young man is so terrifying that he will not be ashamed even if he loses."

But suddenly he stopped because he heard Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly stopped.

He turned his head curiously and saw a magical scene.

A piece of broken wooden stick was suspended in the air for some reason, pressing against Zhang Yuan's back.

"Why can he control a wooden stick? It's not that he refines it specifically for a bet, right?
Chapter completed!