Yun chujiu quickened her pace and was ready to give it a try perfunctorily. It would be better if she could not choose one!
Finally, the guy walked to the last row of shelves, and all the swords on them flew to the shelves next to them without exception.
Hei Xinjiu suppressed the joy in her heart and pretended to be sad. She turned her head and said, “Grandfather, it seems that I am not fated with these swords. I’d better go out and buy one!”
Before Yun Yantian could speak, Yun Chujiu felt an additional item in her hand.
As the item was too heavy, she was careless and fell to the ground. Her nose hit the item in her hand.
It hurt so much that Hei Xinjiu cried out in surprise and her nose bled.
She took a closer look and saw a rusty black broken sword in her hand.
How Old was this sword? Let’s put it this way, if it wasn’t for the fact that he could barely see the outline of the sword, he would have thought that it was a burning stick! Because it was covered in black rust.
