C2781 The Prize(1)

"Yo, there's a model."

Chen Sheng said with a sarcastic tone. For some reason, his voice sounded strange and disgusting.

Ye Fei put away the ten thousand shadows and smiled. "Young Master Chen, you are making fun of me. I have nothing to do. When I saw the imposing manner of your disciples' sword skills, I could not help but make gestures."

"Make gestures? I think you are learning secretly