"You...you dare to take action against the Sword Master?"
In full view of everyone.
A Jian immediately realized that something was wrong and immediately became angry. He stood up and pointed at Gu Han with the small branch in his hand.
"old man!"
"Believe it or not, Grandpa Jian gave you a tree..."
Snapped!
Another slap sounded!
Plop!
It seemed that the habit of kneeling was deeply rooted in his bones. His legs trembled and he knelt down again.
"I...I was wrong!"
Only then did Gu Han feel satisfied.
What!?
The eyes of Ling Yun and Lord Ling Feng almost bulged out, and even the giant eye in the sky showed a bit of shock.
His name is Jian Zun.
But behind A Jian's back there were several other more famous titles.
The little devil!
The strongest shit stirrer!
Medicine Garden Terminator!
…
Among the three thousand worlds, only the immortals like them, who are so high above, understand how damaged A Jian is, how casual his behavior is, and how powerful that inconspicuous twig in his hand is!
I can't say that no one dares to mess with me.
All I can say is that anyone who sees him must take a detour!
But now...
"That's unreasonable!"
Venerable Lingyun's eyes flickered and he continued to say: "The majestic Sword Master, who has never been weaker than others in his life, should suffer such a shame and humiliation. It is tolerable, but it is unbearable!"
"Sword Master, you cannot kneel!"
Venerable Ling Feng also had a look of indignation on his face: "You bear the fate of swordsmanship in the world. You are the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords and the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords. If you kneel down, wouldn't that fate be cut off?"
Look at each other.
The two of them suddenly bowed together and said sincerely: "Sword Master! You must not kneel!"
A few words.
It directly awakened A Jian's rebelliousness and rebelliousness. His little eyes wandered around and kept groping, and his heart was ready to move. But... when he met Gu Han's eyes full of gentle smiles, he suddenly shuddered.
He knelt there obediently, not daring to move.
"One thing to say."
He wiped the nosebleed casually and whispered: "I've been standing for a long time. It doesn't matter if I kneel for a while."
Two people: "?"
Rebellious and unruly.
Fame and face.
A Jian conscientiously chose not to have a nosebleed.
Chapter completed!