Pft!
Jian Jingtian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his entire body fell from the air, his eyes filled with an ashen look.
Defeat!
Defeated again.
Jian Jingtian, who was always proud, was defeated twice in a single day, especially the second time, which was in his strongest area. This made his heart inevitably gloomy for a moment.
"Already in despair?"
A deep voice rang in Jian Jingtian's ears, and the next moment, a warm force surrounded him, forcibly pulling him into the sky.
"Elder Cang Chen."
Jian Jingtian endured the pain in his body and bowed in salute.
"Innate Sword Body, ninety percent Sword Intent, not bad."
Elder Cang Chen looked at Jian Jingtian with a smile, nodding in his heart with satisfaction.
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
Jian Jingtian raised his head suddenly to look at Elder Cang Chen, his eyes full of surprise.
"What, unwilling?"
"I am willing. Disciple Jian Jingtian pays respect to Master."
