"What the hell?"
Yue Changdao, who had wanted to teach Sun Mo a lesson and let him understand how precious the streams of sword qi were, was instantly stunned speechless at the sight of this scene. He wanted to snatch it, but there was no time for him to do that.
It was because this sword qi was really too close to Sun Mo.
"Damn it, are you the godson of the ancient Battle God? Isn't your luck too good?"
Yue Changdao was almost driven to death from fury.
Sun Ming assessed Sun Mo. Some people were born with good luck, and it seemed that this was the case for Sun Mo.
"Stay calm, stay calm. It doesn't matter if I don't get one or two sword qis.'
The old fisherman was also consoling himself.
(It's mostly me unwilling to accept having them picked up by this kid!)
Yue Changdao felt helpless, but this was how sword qi was. No one knew when or where it would form.
