Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

The hand gripping the sword hilt loosened and then tightened again, tightening and then loosening.


Finally, with a clink, he drew the sword and placed it in front of him. Wang Anfeng sat on the bed, took out a pure white cotton cloth from his bosom, and then some Sword Nourishing Ointment. His expression was calm, his movements leisurely and meticulous.


To the people of Shaolin Temple, it seemed as if he was petulantly maintaining this unsullied iron sword that had never tasted blood.


If it weren't for knowing that at this point, it was too late to think about slaying someone from White Tiger Hall, he would have liked to sneak into the fifth floor of that tavern right now.


But such behavior at this time would likely only startle the snake, whether it was the White Tiger Hall or any other group. Those who thrived in Jianghu were no fools, brazen as they were.


The real experts definitely wouldn't be here.


Chapter 119 'Acquaintance' All Over the World, the First Old Friend (2/2)