The corners of Yang Ye’s mouth twitched slightly.

He didn’t say anything and just turned to look at the middle aged man. A moment later, the wooden sword appeared in his grasp, and then his profound energy started to surge madly.

As his profound energy surged, the wooden sword shook violently.

The middle aged man glanced at the wooden sword and said, “That’s a very good sword! Your sword is good, but I wonder if it’s master is strong!”

Yang Ye replied, ...