The fourth floor of Jiuyu Tower.

More than a dozen people were waiting quietly, their eyes flashing at Junyi teenagers in front of Shimen from time to time.

Soon, however, a series of footsteps came from the passage.

"Come on!"

People's heart trembles, turning their eyes to the source of sound.

There, a cold young man came slowly, dressed in black, carrying a long sword, his cold eyes swept across, as if the space, were filled with a sudden swordsmanship.

He is a sword, a sharp sword.

"See the assistant leader."

Hu Lintian's many disciples walked forward quickly, their heads drooping, and they did not dare to look at Hu...