Bab 635: These Cultivation Methods and Spirit Skills Are Too Low Level (1)

On Martial Dao Day, in a small forest outside the town.

When the Heavenly Sword Manor Master heard Di Wu Zheng's words, his eyes widened and he glared at him.

Xiao Changtian, who was standing at the side, saw that the Heavenly Sword Manor Master was not convinced.

This mountain bandit was really strange. Cuncun was the kind of person who cared about her face and not her life.

He had already knelt down and surrendered, but he still looked unconvinced.

As he thought about this, Xiao Changtian slowly said to Diwu Zheng,"

"Di Wu Zheng, let me teach him a good lesson."

Since he wanted to rob him, he would give him a good lesson.

Hearing Xiao Changtian's words, Di Wu Zheng made a gesture with his right index finger at his waist.

Then, he felt the mysterious power that was pressing down on him disappear.

As his body regained its freedom, the Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect burst into laughter.

"All of you, die!"