The two men had obviously heard of his name and wanted to intimidate Li Tianming with the sword energy in their eyes, but Li Tianming did not accept this trick.

Holding the entire Qinghun Palace in his hand, his courage suddenly increased, and he was confident against such a thousand-year-old senior.

Buzz!

There were thousands of people on the other side, and thousands of people on Li Tianming's side faced off.

The people in the Fairy Palace were not as shy about the Heavenly God Sword Cultivator as the Qinghun Sword Cultivator, so the two sides were at odds with each other for a while.

The atmosphere was very quiet for a while.

They didn't speak first, and as a junior, Li Tianming didn't want to speak either.

Not to mention respect and salute.

Gujian Qingshuang stood up and introduced the two sides to them. He did not promote the Fengyu Sword Emperor. The balance in his words had the meaning of promoting their continued collision.

The two sides continued not to speak, but this scene was somewhat interesting.

After a long time, Li Tianming felt bored.

He turned around and wanted to leave.

This kind of style really makes many people in Tianshen Sword Cultivator angry.

After all, no matter how defiant he is, he is still a junior in the final analysis.

"stop!"

This can be counted as a sound.

"How come you, a noble disciple of Tiangong, don't even have the most basic etiquette?"
Chapter completed!