When Wang Tiejian arrived at Wu Guangen's small courtyard, Wu Guangen was sitting in the living room, on the coffee table below there was a cup of tea, the tea was still warm.
The three words "Liu Vien Thanh" are engraved on the door of the demon citadel. On the demon citadel, there are all kinds of demons guarding it. A captain said to Zhang Ning, "Who is here?"
Li Yuanxiong was a little speechless, sister, you look like a country boy, it's embarrassing to throw it back home. Li Yuanxiong hurriedly said: "My sister is still young, she is naturally irritable. Brother Zhang, if she says something offensive, don't blame her."
This is the method of sword cultivation, simple but pure. Since ancient times, sword cultivators have been recognized as some of the most powerful monks.
But his ancestors also came from the Jingshan sect, a lineage of swordsmen. If he hadn't been stuck in arid land, Lu Bu would have gone to Jingshan Jianzong to practice Jianzong's methods.
Zhang Ning was in the know, and when he saw the official uniform this man wore, he guessed that this man must be a member of the police station.
"Where are the talented people in the Yang world who don't want to stay?" Truong Ninh had just approached Kinh Vuong citadel when he saw many ghost soldiers appear in the citadel, a general said sharply.
Having finished speaking, Canh Hao did not answer anymore, but turned into a blue smoke and returned to the Yin Master. Only Chen Dian remained, and Xu Qian looked at each other face to face.