"Take my head and ask someone to marry me hahaha"

Daoist Tibetan Meng laughed back in anger, and the next moment, a flying sword flew out of his mouth, shooting towards Zhang Zicheng like lightning. A strange red light flashed in Zhang Zicheng's eyes. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Daoist Cangmeng's natal flying sword. He remained motionless, staring at Daoist Cangmeng coldly, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, so strong"