ot of Qingyun Mountain, naturally blended in with the flow of people entering and leaving the market.A cacophony of noise greeted them as they stepped onto the bustling streets, crowded with cultivato..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>> and inflexible disciples from the Beixuan Sword Sect would respectfully address him as "Uncle Li."This is the confidence he has in taking tenth place with his Lingxi Eight Layers Realm.At this moment...