It is a kind of detached and independent freehand gesture that makes Ye Fusheng's body unusually tall and great.

"try your weight." Ye Fusheng stabs with a sword, which is as elegant as clouds.

it seems simple and plain, but Abe frowned slightly. The Royal civet on his shoulder called. Because of this sword, he didn't know where it came from or what it was going to change. He didn't even know whether it was fast or slow. He only felt that this sword contained endless changes between the heaven and the earth.

Abe Qingming thought about the yin-yang magic of the 12th middle school, but there is no magic...