C932 Pavilion Guarding Spirit Weapon

The Ten Thousand Sword Clan was still smiling, but he seemed much more relaxed. "First Senior Brother, you've been chasing me for so many days, don't you feel annoyed?"

"Hand over the pavilion spiritual weapon and I'll let you go!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly.

The Ten Thousand Sword Clan ruffled their hair. They admired their First Senior Martial Brother. No matter where he went