The chubby old man was not panicked, he chuckled: "If it weren't for the internal injury I suffered from last night's duel, how could you have hurt me?"
Chen Tang looked at the expression of the chubby old man and knew that he probably had a way to handle it.
"Feng Xu, you are old."
He Yeqian said indifferently: "Since I was defeated and fled from Pingzhou, today I will use your head with the 'One Step to the Clouds' to make a name for myself!"
"Aren't you going to make a move?"
At this moment, Qingmu looked around and suddenly raised his voice.
The next moment, four figures suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls.
To the east, a middle-aged man in a cyan long robe, with a gentle demeanor like a scholar, held a long sword. Under the moonlight, it faintly glowed with a trace of cyan brilliance.
To the west, a burly man with a square face, dressed in white, carried a long saber on his back, exuding an aura of killing intent that could make one's heart race!
