Just, one minute.

Fang Sandao was covered with only his underpants.

All the clothes and pants outside were shaved cleanly by Li Dazhu.

"Clang!"

Li Dazhu threw the knife in front of Fang Sandao and said, "Go back and practice hard."

Fang Sandao's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and no longer had any courage to pick up the two knives.

This is the killing of people.

My Taoist heart is destroyed!

Fang Sandao was covered in cold sweat. He knew that he had seen the peak of the sword and would never dare to hold it again.

"Master Fang, it's inappropriate to be so depressed like this! Brother Bao didn't spend less on you!"

The strange voice fell.

A car door opened arrogantly in front, and five or six men wearing suits and slicked back hair got out.

He came to Fang Sandao and kicked his sword.

Fang Sandao knelt on the ground and showed no reaction.

"It's useless. This is pure trash. Tsk, several million are wasted." The man said and turned to look at Li Dazhu.

"You are a ruthless character, brother. Just like that, with two swipes, you destroyed Brother Bao's number one swordsman."

"so what?"
Chapter completed!