p> ”this is the level of the children of the first elders of the temple of war?”
the old man announced the beginning of obi and was inte
upted by a disdainful voice.
the voice sounded a little childish, but full of disdainful mockery. led the crowd to look at the place where the sound came.
the speaker, is a man, looks like lin chaoran their age, a black robe, sword eye
ow star, very handsome lang extraordinary. one black and two white swords on your back, but only one sword has a sca
ard.
the man stood on the urtyard wall, ndescending, and cast his disdainful eyes at the two men on the stage.
”who are you, boy? the sub-hall? do you know what this place is? ”
the man who suddenly appeared dared to inte
upt his disciple's dabi before announcing that the old man who had begun clapped the handrail and stood up and asked in a loud voice.
”when i passed the temple of the god of war, i heard that lin tianchi, the first elder of the temple of war, was holding a big parison before i came to nsult one or two.”
the man disapproved of the old man's questioning and