"It seems indeed to be a radish." Someone piped up.
Everyone was at a loss for words. Fang Lin actually used a speaking radish to break Yang Xuanfeng's Nine Flying Swords. It was simply too bizarre.
Han Luoyun and Yang Jianye both narrowed their eyes. Their cultivation was exceptional, giving them an extraordinary perceptive ability.
They could tell that what Fang Lin just brought out was not a radish, but a ginseng.
A ginseng with a thickness of an arm, capable of speaking, and impervious to swords and spears.
"Brother Han, seems like your apprentice is stocked with good stuff." Yang Jianye joked.
Han Luoyun shook his head slightly, "Even I wasn't aware that the kid had something like this."
"Oh? Even you, as his teacher, didn't know? How negligent of you." Yang Jianye teased.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Fang Lin had a grip on the Boundless Stone, but didn't use it.
Yang Xuanfeng frowned slightly and the golden light in his palms gradually dimmed down.
