"Moving power, gathering."

in the cave, Huang Xiaoxiang closed his eyes, raised his right hand horizontally, and held a blue lightsaber in his hand.

"it's useless. It took a week to succeed." The heart beat.

it's been a month since he began to practice Juxing that day. Every morning he comes here to practice Juxing, but it's all a failure. He has to practice Juxing in the morning and practise fencing with branches in the afternoon. In the evening, I went to the night bar to watch the show. Of course, my heart never slackened in training Huang Xiaoxiang's observation ability.

after a month's training, Huang Xiaoxiang knows the night...