Zhang Yihan also felt a little embarrassed, and smiled apologetically at Zhong Jinliang, and said: "I'm sorry, I think it's wrong..."
"No...nothing, I do look like a beggar gang, maybe three bags of elders." Zhong Jinliang glanced at his tattered clothes and laughed at himself.
In this way, Zhang Yihan and Ge Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
At the moment, Zhang Yihan arched his hand towards Zhong Jinliang and said with a serious face: "In the next place is Zhang Yihan, a disciple of the Qingyang Master of the Wudang Mountain. I have seen this friend. I don't know what this friend is called?"
"I... what..." Zhong Jinliang was a little confused, not knowing how to introduce himself to Zhang Yihan.
Zhang Yihan is a disciple of Wudang Mountain, a large sect, and he has a lot of knowledge. Zhong Jinliang was born in a wild road, and he was a renunciation halfway through, and he has no culture. Hearing Zhang Yihan's discerning **** with him, Zhong Jinliang didn't know how to interface.
Chapter end
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