Chapter 2 If you want to cross-dress, just say so.
By the time Yan Yu and Ye Jun arrived, Liu Longtao and Fan Wentang had already started fighting.
Fan Wentang was a lanky young man with a small mustache, prominent veins on his neck, tattoos all over his arms, curly and messy hair, and bloodshot eyes—a born desperado—no wonder he was recruited by nightclubs to keep watch.
The two were engaged purely in a swordsmanship duel, or to put it another way, it was Liu Longtao overwhelming and tormenting Fan Wentang the entire time.
After all, Fan Wentang was an Envoy cultivator, who had only received his Flying Sword last month and had learned the Sword Control Technique for less than a week, so naturally, he was no match for Liu Longtao.
He dared not hastily use his killer move—after all, as soon as he released his Yin Ghost, it would mean a fight to the death, and Lord Master would have grounds to execute him with Taoism Method, so he just kept taking a beating while cursing nonstop.