A'Liang had come in a hurry, and he had also left in a hurry. However, not only did Chen Ping'an not lose his respect for the badass A'Liang after seeing him being punched down by someone else, but he even felt like this version of A'Liang was especially handsome and dashing.0

Even so, Chen Ping'an still couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. Even until today, he still hadn't seen A'Liang draw his sword yet.0

Chen Ping'an retracted his gaze and untied Jiang Hu, the Sword Nurturing Gourd, from his waist. After taking a small sip of wine, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion and say, "After throwing one million punches, I'll need to shift my focus to practicing the sword."8

After tying his wine gourd back to his waist, Chen Ping'an was no longer as cautious as he was before. There was a wide smile on his face as he started to openly practice standing meditation.0

There were the sword immortals who had flown over the small town on their flying swords, and they had soared through the sky and enjoyed the strong winds amid the clouds as they had journeyed afar and watched the ebbing and flowing tides. There was Patriarch Cui whose punches could move the earth and shake the mountains, and there was Wind Snow Temple's Wei Jin whose sword had arrived before he had and unleashed a brilliant radiance between heaven and earth...0

If these beautiful and glorious things were displayed by others, then one should attempt to emulate them after one got over their feeling of envy....1