Before he could catch the dragon-scaled fruit, Yu Nianzhen felt a piercing pain in his wrist.
Blood spurted out, but he didn't care about it.
Instead, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the mature dragon-scaled fruit
However, he did not relax after grabbing the fruit.
When the fruit was in his hand, he jumped backwards and turned to his left.
"This fellow Taoist is quite cruel to himself." A young man said as he looked at Yu Nianzhen.
The man had a dagger in his right hand and a mocking smile on his lips.
"Talking is useless."
Yu Nianzhen deposited the dragon-scaled fruit into his storage ring and held his sword in his right hand.
At the same time, he circulated his qi to close the wound on his left wrist.
"Drifting wind sword." He swung his sword, and twelve wind blades rushed toward the man.
Normally, Yu Nianzhen would feel out his opponent before choosing the best way to attack.
