C391 Sword Manipulation

Hearing that, Heng Yanlin walked to the front of Yang Feijian and poked him a few times with the diameter. However, it was a moment later before Yang Feijian let out a fierce sigh.

"After your rest, tell me everything. I don't have the patience to wait for you."

When Yang Feijian heard this, a hint of fear flashed past his eyes