On the official road, Feng Hua and Zhi Hua looked Wei Fan up and down, thinking he was quite the young knight.
"He's starting to have a bit of that Jianghu aura!"
Zhi Hua's beautiful eyes sparkled: "But it feels like something is still missing!"
Feng Hua nodded in agreement: "It's missing a weapon; with a silver spear, it would be perfect!"
A silver spear?
With a flick of his wrist, a silver spear appeared in Wei Fan's hand. He had slain many Martial King and Demon King, but he truly didn't have a silver spear of the King Weapon Level, although there were some among the Martial Venerate Divine Soldiers.
He had already forgotten from whom he obtained this silver spear, its design was extremely exquisite.
Zhi Hua and Feng Hua's eyes grew brighter, a young man on a white horse, clad in purple with a silver spear.
"Every Jianghu knight has a nickname, what do you plan to choose?" Zhi Hua asked.
Choose a nickname?
Wei Fan was taken aback, Silver Spear Guest?
