Kapitel 1216: The name of the 1217 Sword Demon 8

In front of the Sword Mansion, a mysterious young man stood in the void with a black longsword in his hand.

Below him, there were more than 200 corpses lying on the ground, including two half-step void interpretation level corpses.

In the middle, a young man was kneeling there.

Around him were more than 1,000 people with shocked expressions.

Wang Xian was floating in the sky. His gaze swept around and looked at the young man kneeling below him. Upon hearing his words, his expression didn’t change at all.

Take him in as a disciple?

Be an ox or a horse?

Wang Xian moved his body and landed on the ground slowly. He swept his cold gaze across the corpses around him. With a move of his arm, he kept all of them into his interspatial ring.

“Master, please take me in as a disciple. Please let me serve you by your side. I beg you!”

Ren Xingchen saw Wang Xian flying below and ignoring him. He knelt on the ground and shouted loudly again with an excited expression.