This Sword Has Formed a Spirit (2)
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
He moved so quickly that it seemed to Mi Ziwen and the others that he had suddenly disappeared.
Mi Ziwen felt another wave of emotion. When he looked at his second brother, he realized how mediocre he was.
Other than being rich, he was useless.
Mi Ziwen shook his head and sighed.
Yang Hong looked at the place where Zhou Shu had disappeared and then at Mi Ziwen. He didn't know why Mi Ziwen was sighing. He was a nobody and had never had such troubles.
Comparing himself to the king?
Wasn't that asking for trouble?
The Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament space was only a few thousand kilometers in radius. To Zhou Shu, it didn't take long for him to travel from one end to the other.
In a few seconds, he returned to the camp.
Without greeting anyone, he went straight into the forging room that belonged to him alone.
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