"Junior Brother Zhang, don't rush, let's wait until Wu Yang and the others finish their cultivation," Chu Yuanfeng said with a smile.
Wu Yang and the others are still cultivating; it wouldn't be good if the commotion from sparring affected them.
Fatty Zhang nodded.
The three of them waited for about fifteen minutes, and Wu Yang and the others finished cultivating.
Seeing this, Fatty Zhang immediately took off his heavy sword from his back and excitedly shouted, "Senior Brother Shen, let's fight! Let's fight!"
Shen Wen'an smiled slightly, stepped forward, and appeared in mid-air.
A glint flashed in Fatty Zhang's eyes as he dragged the heavy sword with both hands and charged straight ahead.
"This madman..."
Wu Yang, who had previously lost to Shen Wen'an, shook his head uncontrollably.
"My style is a bit different from other Sword Cultivators, Senior Brother Shen, be careful,"
Fatty Zhang reminded him, charging straight ahead like a bull.
