Yanggu Town

Everyone said Fu Shuang was a waste. He has no spiritual roots, no family background, and his brain is not yet bright. The only thing he can do with his body is that face that always smiles. Tian Tianhao climbed up on his shoulders, took his childhood sweetheart as a hostage, and forced his brother to kneel in the rain. "Fu Shuang," Hao looked at him condescendingly, "What are you going to fight with me for?" Fu Shuang still laughed. Only this time, he smiled and stretched out his hand to hold the mist beside him. The mist condensed into a sword in his palm. The Qingyun Mountains slowly cracked behind him. Hao's expression finally changed: "You... Who are you?" Fu Shuang thought for a while and answered seriously: "The one who sells salt in Qingshi Town, remember? He is my brother."