The Legend Of Sword God

Naive

"Da Peng! You, what are you suddenly doing here?"

"Your face? What's with your face? Why do you look nervous and very scared?"

"Did you just see a monster, or a ghost?"

"Hahaha... look at all the fear on his face and body. He seems to be being chased by demons!"

“Hahaha… as a Disciple with the ninth level of Qi Training, Da Peng, you are so pathetic!?”

"Ha ha ha..."

At night, the sound of laughter and jokes could be heard among the group resting with a campfire in the middle. the object of their jokes, of course, is Jian Chen's bloodhound, whose name turns out to be Da Peng.

At this time, Da Peng looked messy with messy hair and clothes that were almost soaked with sweat, his sluggish eyes flashed with some worry and fear.

For almost a day, he was always ordered by Jian Chen to go to each group of Inner Disciples or Outer Disciples. When he found them, he also always saw how terrifying Jian Chen