Chapter 145: The Fake Table

od, they burned fiercely with a faint stench of blood constantly emanating from the Zhuxie Sword."Slash..."Ning Yu once again swung the Zhuxie Sword in his hand towards Chen Ping, instantly three swor..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..." was going to absorb the power of others to increase his own strength.But in a place like Kyoto, if Long Xiao openly absorbs the power of other martial arts masters, Mr. Shi would definitely notice it...