An envoy sat down and suddenly broke his seat and sat down on the ground in a mess.

The sword intent alone made them feel unbearable.

"Prepare to start!"

Huang Liujia exclaimed softly, his face extremely solemn. With this sword intent alone, he knew that with his own strength, he was probably not a middle-aged opponent.

And just as he spoke, the middle-aged man took action.

He swept his wrist and pulled out a chopstick from the chopstick drum on the table, and suddenly shot towards Huang Liujia.

The chopsticks were extremely fast and made a sound of breaking through the air.

Huang Liujia's face changed drastically. He had no time to pull out the sword and directly resisted it with the sword sheath.

But the result was that the scabbard was shattered in an instant.

Huang Liujia's face showed a little flushing and his feet retreated slightly.

True Martial Realm!

His heart was as deep as water, and he knew that this time, he would be difficult to get kind.

The young man smiled and sat back to the table, looked at Turando, and tsk in his mouth, "Tsk tsk, it's so beautiful. My brother must like you."
Chapter completed!