Qin Shaofeng was directly amused by the two of them.
It seemed he had not seen people this shameless in a very long time.
Looking at the blades in their hands, he casually waved a hand.
With a bang, the two blades fell straight to the ground.
That simple attack instantly left the two men dumbfounded.
"Who are you? You actually shattered the weapons in our hands so effortlessly?"
"But we clearly can't see your cultivation! Who exactly are you?"
The tall one sized Qin Shaofeng up and suddenly grew somewhat afraid.
Qin Shaofeng knew these two were mere half-baked cultivators; otherwise, they would not have been so cowardly and wretched.
"Have you cultivated for so long without knowing that if someone's cultivation is higher than yours, you cannot inspect it either?"
The two of them had known this ever since they began cultivating, but Qin Shaofeng looked so young, fair, and frail.
So they had not believed he possessed any real ability. Yet that one move from Qin Shaofeng had frightened them badly.
"No matter what, you shattered our weapons, so you should compensate us."
The two of them said so directly.
Qin Shaofeng pointed upward.
"Isn't Myriad Sword Sect opening its gates and letting us visit the Sword Tomb?"
"There are more swords in there than one could count. Just go pick whichever weapon suits your hand and take it."
The short one widened his eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about? We weren't invited, so how could we enter the Sword Tomb?"
The moment he finished speaking, the tall one jabbed him with an elbow.
His gaze held a warning. Why did he have such a pig teammate?
He had blurted out the truth. What if this fellow ran off to report them?
"Anyway, brat, this has