Under the incessant hammering of Gongye Baiduan, Qing Yu had not been able to rest properly for seven days. Now, at midnight, Qing Yu desperately needed to find a place to rest.
Alas, he wanted to leave, but someone wanted to keep him there.
"Sword Son, Yuan Jianyi." Qing Yu looked at the young man holding an ordinary iron sword and uttered his name.
In the Martial Arts world, among those who wielded ordinary iron swords, there was no second person with such fierce Sword Qi at such a young age, other than Yuan Jianyi.
"It is indeed I." The Sword Qi flowed around Yuan Jianyi's iron sword, his intention to fight clear without words.
"You want to stop me?"
"Indeed, I wish to see what kind of outstanding swordsman a young man favored by Senior Gongye would be." As he spoke, the Sword Qi around Yuan Jianyi became even sharper, his fighting spirit boiling over.