Hearing Qian Yan’s words, Yun Chujiu secretly complained in her heart. There were many immortal swords in her storage ring, but the materials were different from these people’s treasured swords. If she took them out, who knew if it would cause trouble.
Fortunately, the storage ring here looked similar to hers. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even dare to show her storage ring.
Qian Yan saw that she just lowered her head and did not say anything. He frowned. “Don’t tell me you don’t even have a treasured sword? Even if you can’t afford a meteorite sword like ours, you can still buy a black iron sword!
“No wonder you haven’t figured out the sword spirit. So you don’t even have a sword!”
Qian Yan felt that his twenty crystals were all for nothing. He was a pauper!
How would yun chujiu know anything about the meteoric iron sword and the Black Iron Sword? Since Qian Yan thought so, she just happened to be down the drain and looked embarrassed.
