"Is it wanjiacheng ahead?" Standing on the colorful cloud, Huang Yiping stands and watches. She grew up in Huatian village. Heilong city often goes there, but human cities don't come much. So this time, she is very curious about everything.

Cao Junfeng nodded: "yes, it's a small town of ten thousand families ahead. Most of the people in this city are descendants of ten thousand families. They are powerful descendants of sword cultivation. Unfortunately, the descendants are now withered, and there is no one who can get a hand. They are reduced to a third-class sect. Later, they can't even be called a sect. They can only be called a...