C2032 Sword Tomb(1)

Squirrel rolled his eyes, ignored him, jumped off his shoulder and walked into the villa.

Zhu Qing was already used to it. He ignored him and continued practicing the Sword Drawing Arts. Over the past month, he had already broken more than twenty wooden sticks while practicing the Sword Drawing Arts. The competition was going to start in three days. The pointer skill was his hidden killing move