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?

Behind him, the Eight Gates Sword Formation was in operation, showing not the slightest anomaly, leaving only Wang Anfeng and the cold, distant female warrior thirty steps away.


Having received his gesture of respect, Murong Qingxue waited for Wang Anfeng to stand straight before saying,


"On this descent from the mountain, Yu'er will need your extra care."


Among the three disciples of Qingfeng Edge, the one with the highest martial arts prowess was Gong Yu, and she was also the most beautiful. But in the bustling Jianghu, she was also the most worrying, Wang Anfeng had come to somewhat understand this over the past few days and nodded, saying,


"Senior, rest assured, it's my unshirkable duty."


Chapter 179 Where Did It Go? (2/2)