C345 To be Roped in
Seeing how the white-haired old man refused to let go of the peach wood sword no matter what, the corner of Zhang Zhen's mouth curled up into a smile. Then, he suddenly kicked the old man in the chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. Like a cannonball, his body crashed into the wall like Zhang Fei.
Walking to the side of the old man, Zhang Zhen stepped on his chest and shouted
