C635 Primitive Tribe
"We are not." Tang Tianyuv shook his head, "We are... Uh... that... Swordman."
Alright, now he had to admit that he was a lowly person. Tang Tianyuv smiled bitterly in his heart.
"Swordman!" The leader's voice suddenly rose by eight degrees, and he almost jumped up. Then he quickly took three steps back. At this time, his gaze finally landed on the sword sheath on Number One's waist