But the annoying thing is, this calamity of his still hasn't passed yet.
"Hoo—"
Before Huangfu Yi could replenish his Qi and get ashore, another rider galloped from the opposite side of the riverbank.
This person was wearing a raincoat, a round hat on his head, holding a four-foot-long iron rod, pulling the galloping horse, glanced across the river at the corpses that almost blocked the stream, then looked up and down at the boy with the crimson body.
"Did you release the flying sword?"
Huangfu Yi frowned and stared back, suddenly realizing that although this person looked uglier than himself, with small eyes and a flat nose, a face full of stubble not cleanly shaved, looking sloppy, his height and physique were astonishingly similar to his own, even their cultivation and Qi sensation were almost the same. Both were clearly dual cultivating Qi bodies, Foundation Establishment realm. Heart moved, he blurted out.
"Zhang San?"
"Hey! That's indeed my famous name!"
