C421 The legend of the quake

To Mo Zhen, although Zhang Kuan was holding a trash spirit, there was still a terrifying power that warriors could not fight against with their bodies. After all, it was a sharp blade that surpassed normal weapons.

However, in the hands of that youngster in gray linen clothes, it was as easy as holding onto a blade of grass!

Xiao Jing'er's eyes immediately lit up