That Amateur Swordsman

If you want to practice by chance, you should huddle in a corner and ponder the Taoism. As for wandering around the world and drawing out your sword to help when the road is rough? That was what the hero did, what does it have to do with her, Xue Fu. It has been four years since Xue Fu returned to Yunshan Mountain to become a disciple. He was driven down the mountain to practice for more than a year. He said he was looking for a sword, but he couldn't find a suitable one. He said that his level of practice was just that. The Immortal Alliance Conference was coming soon. Xue Fu looked up to the sky and sighed: Let's be honest... That scrap of copper and iron in the middle of the lake is not worth a bunch of people kidnapping me to find. A certain "junk": ... You blind thing, do I seem willing to follow you? A non-stick pan that breaks down at the slightest disagreement, an ancient sword with explosive combat power and few words. "Don't worry, I'm really not a swordsman." "Shut up, you are now."