"Go get the horse!"

"yes!"

Fang Daling hurriedly led the people to the stables. His mind was spinning very fast and he could figure out the meaning of Shi Guan's words in an instant. Shi Guan clearly wanted them to get out of the way first.

Sure enough, Shi Guan walked towards the wind and sand with his sword in hand.

The newly forged sword is wrapped in a layer of oilcloth, which is a small skill for maintaining the sword.

In addition, Shi Guan did not want to attract attention and left quietly, so he wrapped it in oilcloth.

It's a pity that some people don't let him get what he wants.

"The compassionate monk in the Buddhist hall!"

"Come to meet the destined one!"

The two innate warriors spoke one after another.

Shi Guan grinned, and with a clang, the big knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Lin Po had a strange look on his face.

The moment the sword in Shi Guan's hand landed on the ground, he could feel the ground shaking.

Obviously, this is a good knife!

"Black Wind Stone Tyrant!"
Chapter completed!