I saw a young man about twenty-five or six years old walking around with a box of swords. He was a wandering Khan. He even wielded the sword freely. He wasn't tall, standing at 1.7 meters, but was a peculiar son. His eyes were full of mirth. Even Qin Feng and Wu Fazi were sure nothing was missing.
He stood still, helplessly turning around. "Wan Ban, when you wanted to choose to fight again, I had just slept once and scolded the Master. Can't you let me cause trouble for the old man once again?"
The disciple from the Wude Sect called Wan Ban wasn't buying it at all. He wore a neat economical robe, and his sword was extraordinary. Just like him, the terrifying Qin Feng, when encountering any master in the spiritual realm, was also afraid!
"Alright, that's the master of the wooden branch and Brother Wan Ban!" Wu Bangzi was so scared of getting fat and trembling, no longer, in this desolate mountain, can you find a genius expert of the wooden branch?
