Thinking of this, Fang Ming couldn't help but have another set of comparisons.

Among the martial arts foreigners, Shen Lang is about twenty years old, Pandaer and Wang Lianhua are both around twenty years old, and they are both considered players in the youth group.

Among the passionate swordsman Wushu, Li Xunhuan was thirty-five years old, Shangguan Jinhong was 40 or fifty years old, and the old man Tianji was at least 60 or 70 years old.

In terms of talent, Li Xunhuan and others must be much different from Shen Lang and others. They may be slightly worse when they were young, but what if they practice hard for decades? The internal strength must be at least much greater, right?

Therefore, if we only look at the world's force, Fengyun's first sword has actually far surpassed the world of martial arts foreign history.

Why didn’t the old man Tianji and Shangguan Jinhong come out to jump out?

This may be attributed to the urination of Gu Long's master who always pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

If Shen **, who is now middle-aged, fights against Li Xunhuan, the outcome may be unpredictable, but if Shen Lang from that year comes to duel with Li Xunhuan now, the result will be obvious!

And only the famous weapons masters such as Xiao Li Feidao are enough to be Fang Ming’s innate opponents!

"When it comes to Shen Lang, he is really an interesting person, including Pandaer, Zhu Qiqi, Bai Feifei..."

Fang Ming's voice became lower and lower, as if he was falling into more memories.

And Li Xunhuan finally found the only one from the overwhelming aura, a glimmer of opportunity that Fang Ming left him!

A flash of sword light!
Chapter completed!