Silver moon's eighth sword (1)

The Wei Wu Army.

In the blink of an eye, it was September 12th.

On the third day of Li Hao's visit to the Wei Wu Army.

On this day, there were a few more people in the living quarters of the Wei Wu Army.

Chen Jian's face was simple and honest, but there was some shock in his simplicity. Along the way, he saw many martial masters, all of whom were extremely powerful. Just the pressure of their aura alone was something that he felt many people had along the way.

Momentum was something that could only be obtained after breaking through a hundred perfection.

But here, it seemed that the people he met were all powerful.

He had originally thought that he and Wu Chao had absorbed some extremely mysterious energy and rapidly advanced from the early-hundred-level to the mid-hundred-level, which was considered relatively powerful among the martial masters.