Chapter 317, Guard, Page, casually pulls out a martial art of low-grade quality, giving each other even a beat of the eyelids without blinking.

What is the identity of this 17-year-old boy?

Is it not the son of eight families?

This idea is not only in Zhang Ye's mind, but also in other people's mind.

In the whole eight wastes fortress, only those people can freely take out such anti-heavenly martial arts?

"Grandpa Zhang, you say, who is he? It's very bold to start. No, no, no, no, it's a black sheep's behavior!" Autumn frost eyes from time to time swing, stretching the neck, a strange look.

Grandpa Zhang shook...