Zhao Muzhi looks like a weak scholar, but his mind and means are not so weak as his appearance. The whole man stood on the martial arts stage, with a natural and unrestrained look, and a playful smile around his mouth, as if with a somewhat uninhibited color. Zhao Muzhi''s strength can''t be ranked among the young generation of Xingluo hall. His toes quickly fall back and step back. The judge''s pen in his hand is like a dart. He keeps shooting, sometimes long and sometimes short, condensed into a spiritual attack wave, and greeted Qin Wushuang God. Qin Wushuang smiled and felt very happy. Zhao Muzhi didn''t seem to suffer a loss, but he let Qin Wushuang slow down and take a sword back and forth. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation