With a low drink, Ke Zeming rushed towards Mu Yun.
He was originally the five levels of the Spirit Acupoint Realm, and his realm and martial skills were completely natural. To be able to become an advanced class instructor, first of all, he had to be strong.
The eleventh class collapsed. As a tutor, he is now going to carry the banner and win the war of tutors.
For a long time, the students that Mu Yun taught were great, but Mu Yun himself was not so dazzling!
"Instructor Pastor, please advise!"
"Ok!"
Ok?
Hearing Mu Yun's answer, Ke Zeming almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood, which was too shameless, he just casually said politely, Mu Yun really thought he was asking him to teach!
Keng...
With a clanging sound, an axe with a short arm appeared in Ke Zeming's hand. The handle of the axe was as long as an arm, the size of the axe's palm, and the whole body was dark. It looked delicate.