Zhu Minglang doesn’t like this guy from Yunzhonghe.

It’s not that I have any unresolvable hatred with him, but that this guy has always wanted to beat him once.

Maybe I saw myself becoming the Dragon Shepherd.

He has never beat himself in swordsmanship in his life, so he is so angry and has done such a crazy behavior.

But everyone pointed their sword in front of themselves.

If you bear it, it will not be his blessing!

Now the entire imperial capital thinks that they can't take the sword anymore.

But the existence of the sword spirit dragon is his greatest arrogance capital now!

"I haven't dealt with you for many years, and you think you're OK, right? Yunzhonghe?" Zhu Minglang stretched out his palm.

The sword pattern spread out little by little in the palm of his hand.

Just when Zhu Minglang was about to summon the sword spirit dragon, a hand that was as gentle as jade was pressed on Zhu Minglang's wrist.

It's Nan Lingsha.

She shook her head at herself.

"Leave it to me by the God-mortal," Nan Lingsha pressed Zhu Minglang's sword-calling behavior back and whispered.

Zhu Minglang looked at her.

I don’t know if she wanted to fight with the strongest disciple of Yaoshan Sword Sect, or if she just didn’t want her to reveal her strength in front of the Nine Army’s tomb.

"Okay." Zhu Minglang nodded.

"I only learned about the sword technique of your Yaoshan Sword Sect not long ago." Nan Lingsha took a few steps forward and took down the deed book on the back of the sword, saying lightly,
Chapter completed!