"What?" Upon hearing this, Fang Lin was even more astonished.
The thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng seemed particularly pleased with itself, as if it intentionally wanted to flaunt in front of Fang Lin. With a spin of its body, it actually transformed into a blood-colored longsword.
The sharp aura, the bloody glow, it was completely identical to a real blood-colored longsword without any distinction.
With a hum, the real blood-colored longsword flew out of the Nine Palace Bag, the tip of the sword aimed at the blood-colored longsword transformed by the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng, as if it was extremely puzzled.
"Come, come, this grandpa's not afraid of you now." The blood-colored longsword that the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng transformed into spoke up. It seemed to be provoking the real blood-colored longsword. Its arrogant tone made Fang Lin's mouth twitch.
