Chapter 211 What is a Swordsman?

That concierge in the distance, reached out to straighten his somewhat messy hair, then reached out to brush the ancient zither in front of him, and then it was stained with a handful of blood, he looked towards the crimson in his palm, and then put it in front of his nose and sniffed it before he smiled and opened his mouth, "Your swordsman's blood doesn't stink, how come your temper stinks so much?"

Li Fuyang, who had already wiped his face clean of blood stains, rolled up his sleeve tubes just enough to cover all those blood-stained areas, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the concierge in front of him, but just yelled toward the distance, "What are you doing here, go back!"

Li Wenjing, who was trotting along the way, suddenly heard this roar, and surprisingly, his feet slipped, and he fell down in the wind and snow just like that, however, a moment later, he climbed up and continued to run towards this side.

The concierge did not turn his head, just wave