On the main road, Feng Hua and Zhi Hua looked Wei Fan up and down, thinking what a fine young wandering hero he was.
"He was starting to have a bit of that jianghu air about him!"
Zhi Hua's beautiful eyes sparkled. "But it still feels like something is missing!"
Feng Hua nodded along. "He's missing a weapon. Add a Silver Spear, and he'll be perfect!"
A Silver Spear?
With a flip of his wrist, Wei Fan produced a silver spear. He had slain quite a few King Wu Demon Kings, though he did not have a king-armament-grade silver spear. He did have one among his Martial Venerable divine weapons.
He had already forgotten whose body he had taken this silver spear from. Its craftsmanship was exceptionally exquisite.
Zhi Hua's and Feng Hua's eyes grew brighter and brighter. A youth on a white horse, dressed in purple and wielding a silver spear.
"Jianghu heroes all have elegant titles. What do you plan to call yourself?" Zhi Hua asked.
An elegant title?
Wei Fan froze. Silver Spear Wanderer?
That sounded rather sleazy!
White Horse Spear God? That was far too boastful. In the jianghu, an elegant title that was too arrogant could easily get one beaten up.
Purple-Clad Wanderer? Silver Spear Scholar? Wine Spear Immortal?
After coming up with several in a row, he realized he was hopeless at naming things. He had shown that clearly when he became a Demon Hunter—after racking his brains for ages, he had found that every codename he thought of was already taken, leaving him with no choice but to use Netherflame as his codename.
"How about Yun City Spear Hero?" Feng Hua said. "Ordinary jianghu folk usually take an elegant title based on their birthplace and weapon, like Green Peak Sword Hero or