###Chapter127,Good People
Looking at the sharp and extraordinary eyes in the golden field, Wu Jiang lowered his head angrily. His right hand holding the machete couldn't help but tighten. Just from the move in the golden field just now, it could be seen that his strength was far from that of the others. He was not at the same level as them at all. Wu Jiang was an iron-willed man, but he was not a reckless person. He was only courageous and brave. He was no different from the gangsters on the street with knives in his hand.
Tens of thousands of troops and horses were not terrible. A powerful master was enough to scare people. At present, there was no doubt that the masters of Jin Tian were the same kind of masters who could shock thousands of troops and horses. For a time, the battlefield
