In the end, Yang Qinglong returned his room after paying for a pot of pear flower wine. He didn't go to Bai Zhi's room to report immediately. What happened today was out of his imagination, although he was sort of a well-renowned sword master in Dayu. With such cultivation, the teenage deserved the name more than a genius.
After Yang Qinglong calmed down, the more he felt that his previous idea was right. If the teenager was not a disciple of Sword Mountain, he must be the disciple of a swordsman in the world and he had begun his cultivation road. If not, it would be impossible for the teenager's attainment in swordsmanship higher than that of Wang Bai.
Only thinking of the word swordsman makes Yang Qinglong's heart fly.
There was an immeasurably vast difference when a warrior using swo
