"Linnan, go and kill him."
After brief consternation, Lin Luan looked at the middle-aged man around him, and his heart began to feel confident again.
Lin Nan, a middle-aged man, is a level-one class-7 martial artist, but Ye Qianghan is only a level-one class-2 martial artist. He did not believe it. Ye Qianghan can still fight for the fifth grade. As for the death of the guards, he thought it was only Ye Qianghan's sword skill that was better.
"Yes, master"
The middle-aged man who was replaced by Lin nan, with a whole complexion, walked towards Ye Qianghan with fierce eyes.
Although Ye Qianghan killed more than a dozen people with one word, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes. he thinks Ye Qianghan only relies on his sharp sword technique. in front of real power, any opportunism can only be suppressed.
"How dare you stop me?"
Ye Qianghan looked at the middle-aged man coming towards him, his mouth slightly tilted, revealing a scornful smile.
"I am enough."