"Sorry, I'm late!" Ding Hao finally couldn't help but speak. He walked over and gently patted on the shoulders of the two men. That was his habitual action.

"No. It's just in time." Zhang Fan scratched his head.

At that moment, Zhang Fan who was not afraid of Sword Indignant became a shy inarticulate young hunter who had just entered the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.

"Senior Brother Ding, it's really good that you showed up. Haha! This time, that ...