"Not bad."
"Very strong." The two simple sentences came from hou Mingming and Zhao Wenlong.
Jiang Xiao could tell that apart from their admiration, they also had a high fighting spirit.
Especially hou Mingming. When Jiang Xiao walked back to his seat, he was afraid that hou Mingming wouldn't be able to help but hit him on the spot ...
Jiang Xiao also felt a sense of distress. It was a kind of ... Uh, it was a special feeling.
It was hard to find a suitable adjective.
'Hmm ...' Not afraid of being stolen, but afraid of being remembered by the thief?
Jiang Xiao sat down in his seat and leaned the giant sword against the seat beside him.
To his left was the calm and quiet Zhao Wenlong.
And on his right, across the giant blade, was hou Ming, whose body was trembling slightly and whose fighting spirit was soaring.
