From the young owner, he began to walk alone
The green shirt blew the west wind, the white horse and silver hair leaned on the bridge, practiced a body of Jiuyang Sutra inside, practiced a hand of King Kong boxing outside, twenty-seven silver needles in hand, no false hair, ten steps to kill a person, thousands of miles without staying.
He was young and energetic, and he was not in a mess, and he was still unmoved even though the players who came out of the Temple of the Dead begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother.
"Young master, please, give me back my equipment."
"The young master's martial arts are world-famous, and I have been a young farmer all my life, so I will accept the small one."
"Don't talk nonsense, the young owner is my eldest brother, who dares to touch me?" This is the story of a high-spirited teenager who roams the rivers and lakes of Zongwu......
