He traveled through time and became a handyman without spiritual roots. I planned to just eat and die, until one day, I saw swordsman Zhang Jian shouting at a spiritual sword, three three makes eight, three three makes eight, I mumbled helplessly, three three makes nine, and the sword actually broke free from his hand and flew in front of me. Senior Brother Zhang Jian's eyes shone brightly and he couldn't help but pull me up. I just followed him to the entrance of the stadium in a daze.
