Who's Courting Death? 1

"Sure, sure."

Xu Xiaoshou's meditation speed was pretty fast. He was actually quite talented... he had a talent for meditation.

On the old mottled street, Xiao Kongtong circled around Xu Xiaoshou, who sat cross-legged in meditation. He rubbed his chin as if he was looking at a precious species, and said seriously.

"It is indeed rare to see Xu Xiaoshou in such a calm state!"

In the past, every time he saw him, he was either stirring up trouble or about to stir up trouble. When had he ever sat quietly like this?

It was only at this time that one could see Xu Xiaoshou's talent in cultivation.

It had only been 15 minutes, but this kid had already completed a state of meditation without being distracted and an aura emanated from his body.

There was hope for the Present Gods and Buddhas!

Xiao Kongtong had guided tens of thousands of swordsmen who wanted to become Ancient Swordsmen in Fringe Moon Immortal City.