At that moment, appearing at the entrance of the first floor of the loft was a middle-aged swordsman with a small mustache.
The swordsman's sword was cold.
The swordsman's expression was cold.
Even the swordsman's surname was Leng.
"Friend, let's talk this out, there's no need to resort to violence, right?"
Zhang San felt that the sword blade could pierce into his throat at any moment, all the way through.
Just then, a cry of alarm from Kong Yuting came from behind Zhang San, "Uncle Master Leng!"
Kong Yuting remembered that this was the Hall Master from the Book and Sword Hall of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, who had been expelled by her father.
The other party looked at Zhang San indifferently and said softly, "I heard it was you who killed my disciple?"
At this moment, a powerful might suddenly burst forth from Hall Master Leng.
Under this inexplicable might, Zhang San almost knelt down.
