148 Speak with a knife?

Why not kneel?

Joke!

In front of Lord Immortal Goat, I'm always sitting cross-legged every day!

Did I run all the way here just to kneel before your North Wind?

"I have my own god, I cannot kneel," Lu Ran said solemnly.

"Oh?" The young man in white tight clothes, with a skeptical look, scanned the twin swords in Lu Ran's arms, "Aren't you a disciple of Lord Beifeng?"

Lu Ran shook his head.

He had to admit, Lu Ran really had the look and the flair.

Firstly, the two Tang swords cradled in his arms.

They were nourished with the fresh blood of numerous Evil Demons on the battlefield.

Moreover, Lu Ran's own temperament was genuine, perfectly fitting the title of "Swordman."

Throwing him into the group of North Wind Believers, he indeed was highly deceptive!

"Hmph." The young man in white clothes snorted coldly, "You'd better not be, to spare us enforcing the sect rules."

"Are you sick or something?" Si Xianxian was not happy, "Who would tell such a lie?"