Looking at the dense wind blade, even through the battle, people felt the back skin tingling intermittently. Qin Xiaoyu, the woman who robbed the sword, had a slightly sinking face. She was sure that if she fell into the numerous wind blades, there would be absolutely no life or death.

Soon, however, her eyes fell on Song Yan, who was drinking tea leisurely with a cup.

"He should be the one who arranged it. Why is he so young?" Not to mention that she is a girl, she began to practice at the age of three, and has been nourishing her body with truth, otherwise she will not remain a...