Outside the Manor, Lin Fan paid attention to these soldiers.
Cold and cool.
They acted really cold.
The sun hung high up in the air, and the area was scorching. However, once these people got off from their war horses, they hadn't moved a single bit.
Was it really not hot for them?
"Cousin, what are we doing here?" Zhou Zhongmao asked.
What was there fun to do here? They were just a bunch of armor-wearing soldiers. Although they looked strong, he didn't care much about them.
If they really fought, with a palm, he would smash these soldiers into mush.
These were the King Wutong Silver Blood Army's elites, and they might not be strong alone, but as a group, the power they had was extremely strong.
However, to Zhou Zhongmao, it was just that.
Unless there were ten times more of them, he wouldn't be anxious.
"Let's see whether they find it hot or not."
