All the Famous Faces Gather

"Is that so?" Jian Tongming slowly swung the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, stirring up a cloud of dust around him.

"Then doesn't that mean if I don't beat you up now, I won't get another chance later?"

"Wait!" Xue Tianlang suddenly had a bad feeling and involuntarily took a step back.

A streak of sword light flashed past...

Dozens of exchanges later, Xue Tianlang lay naked on the ground with a bruised, swollen face, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

"What are you two doing?"

At some point, Jiang Siming had suddenly appeared beside them.

Jian Tongming, who had been about to tease him, was also badly startled and hurriedly composed himself.

"Master! We were... sparring!"

Xue Tianlang, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, also pulled clothes out of his Soul Tool and put them on at the speed of light, then stood up. Embarrassing himself in front of Jian Tongming was one thing, but if Jiang Siming saw him in such a sorry state, his apprenticeship would probably be completely dead in the water.

"Come with me! You've been back for so long, so it's about time I saw exactly how much your strength has improved!" Jiang Siming gave Jian Tongming a meaningful look as he spoke, occasionally glancing at Xue Tianlang beside him, who was in fact not lying.

"Yes, Master!" Jian Tongming nodded heavily, a thread of fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

Although he could beat up Xue Tianlang when he had nothing else to do, the enormous gap in strength between the two sides meant Jian Tongming could not fight to his heart's content.

During his year at Moonlight Pavilion, Jian Tongming had not deliberately cultivated. Yet amid that extremely tranquil life, he had discovered that his