Somewhere in the territory of the Han Dynasty,

Wei Jin looked at the green-shirted ranger in front of him for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of handing out another sword, and smiled at him, "I just returned to the mountains this time, and I don't plan to have any thoughts about the Han Dynasty." Leave the Chinese army and rest assured, besides, don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, this reason should be enough. ”

Hearing this, Li Changge smiled slightly, "If that's the case, it's naturally best." ”

The young man in white smiled, undeniable about this.

The young swordsman on the opposite side, who was extremely amazing in his swordsmanship of moving mountains, chose to treat people with sincerity.

Wei Jin is a down-and-out character, and he does not take a slightly blunt posture......

"The True Works of the Sword Immortal" Volume 1, Chapter 112 of the Ox-eating Breath, when the leaves of the sycamore are falling in the autumn rain, please wait a moment,

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