"I will!"

Fang Ming said firmly.

"what? Come on, Fang Ming. What can I do for you? "

Zhang Xu is puzzled. Why Fang Ming said that? Is there any way for him.

"I'll try..."

Fang Ming said.

Zhang Xu thought to himself, "Fang Ming has green feather sword in his hand and is a descendant of ghost valley. Every time there is something unimaginable. Maybe there will be some good way." Zhang Xu looks at Fang Ming suspiciously and finally nods.

"I want to go alone..."

Fang Ming thought about it and finally said.

"what? Where are you going? "

"ancient battlefield!"

Fang Ming looked up to the upper...