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?

In that moment, Wang Anfeng finally saw the temperament of a martial artist in the young man before him.


The latter glanced at him, a mercantile smile returning to his face, dispersing the martial aura he had just shown, and chuckled,


"But little brother, you must be here for the same reason as us."


"How about this? Why not wait here below? Although Qingfeng Edge is a hermit sect, they are still people. Since they are people, they need to eat, drink, and sleep, and they need to interact with the outside world, which means there must be times when they leave their sect."


"If we wait here, there will definitely be an opportunity."


Confronted with such remarks, Wang Anfeng merely smiled without responding. Seeing this, the young man lowered his voice and said to Wang Anfeng,


"Little brother, you've also seen that there are many people here."


Wang Anfeng nodded, looking over the many swordsmen, and sighed,


Chapter 165: Come Like Thunder to Quell the Rage (2/2)