The five young men that were selected were also generals among the dwarves.
"What's your name?" Xia qingchen lowered his head and arranged the ten martial technique scrolls.
The short and thin man said,"I'm sang Yu, from ..." The iron tower tribe."
Speaking of his background, he lowered his head in inferiority.
The iron tower tribe was an unknown small tribe. No one had heard of it.
"Iron tower tribe? I've never heard of it before!"
"But this name is a waste. They all look like little beans, how can they be worthy of the iron tower name?"
The southern border tribes had always been proud of their tall and strong men, and the iron tower strong man was the best word to describe a strong man.
This iron tower tribe was good, with a resounding name, but the people in the tribe were short and thin, forming a sharp contrast.
Hearing their laughter, the rest of sang Yu's clansmen also lowered their heads in inferiority.
