C1180 What a beautiful demoness!

The young boy accepted the order and turned around to go get it. It took him no more than half a cup of tea to finish his task.

When Zhuang Xian saw the sword in the boy's hand, his teeth immediately itched with hatred.

It was a edgeless wooden sword. It was very old.

There were countless of these common things in any dojo at the foot of the mountain