"Is this...a sword?"

“Where did it come from?”

"I don't know, I just felt like I had kicked something..."

"Well....."

The two looked at each other, and then they all looked down on the hilt of the sword on the ground that was already protruding from the ground.

Pull it out and try it?

pull!

Is this necessary to think about it?

Hold the hilt of the sword with one hand and pull it hard.

Next second.

A handful of fire looks like a high fire...ah!

A big sword similar to the Han sword style was pulled out from the ground by Lan Li.

Lanli: "..."

Zixuan: "..."

The two of them stared at each other for a while and found that nothing strange happened.

"This sword... is so ugly."

Looking at the dense layer of rust on the sword's body, Renli said speechlessly.

Zixuan, who was standing beside her, also nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it's still dirty!"

In the eyes of the two, the sword at this time was simply ugly!

A sword buried in the soil for thousands of years.

No matter how good the materials used to make are, they cannot prevent them from being corroded by time and becoming rusty.

In other words.

Thousands of years have passed, and it has been confirmed that the material of this sword has not been corroded by time!

"If you go out for a walk, you can pick up a sword or something..."

With a muttering sound on his lips, Renli's eyes couldn't help but lit up.

‘Is it because the system’s conscience attacks and finally renews my protagonist’s halo?’

Thinking too much about the series...

I picked up a sword for no reason.

The two of them happened to be fine, so they went to the factory where Dajiangmen was located.

It is really too easy for the Lan family to throw a broken sword and beautify her face.

No hesitation.

Flush two high-pressure water guns one.

A quarter of an hour later.

The two people who were waiting in the lounge saw the full picture of the sword.

"What...what should I say?"

"What's wrong with me? Do you recognize this sword?"

Looking at Lan Li's eagerness to speak, Zi Xuan looked at him with wide eyes.

"Uh...I'm not sure."

Subconsciously touched the sword, and Lanli began to ponder.

‘In theory, this sword should be staying in the Demon Locking Tower in Shushan, right?

Or, when Jiang Guo used the same template to forge swords?

Not that there is no such possibility...'

Lan Li had already recognized the appearance of the sword.

Demon Sword!

The one Long Kui lives inside!

The reason why I can recognize it is not because he is so familiar with Jian San.

It’s because he had a copy of his high school classmate at home.

He also borrowed it to play for more than a month...

"I used to dream..."

After stroking the sword's body, a nostalgic smile appeared on Lan Li's face.

The three great popularity of swords in the previous life was just around the time when Lan Li was studying.

At that time, among the boys in the same class, who didn’t want to be born as Longyang?

Ahem.

The main reason is that there is a sister like Long Kui.

Otherwise, the Qiong would become...

Unexpectedly, after traveling through time, he still has hope of realizing it?

Subconsciously, Lan Li picked up the long sword and put a sword flower in his hand.

One sword and three lotus flowers.

Eight stars and eight leaves!,

Round arc!

Many people around me were lit up.

Especially Zixuan.

"Hey? Husband, do you still know how to use a sword?"

This is the first time that the little girl has seen Lan Li using a sword, and she thinks it is quite new.

"Well...."

After her question, Lan Li seemed to be in a different life:

"It's...will it?"

While speaking, Lan Li glanced at the system bar, the Liangyi sword technique that was as high as fifty levels.

I feel my teeth hurt.

Be reasonable!

It was the first time that Liangyi sword technique has worked.

Before this, I was always eating bad on the system page.

If I hadn't encountered this magic sword today.

Lan Li thinks he will never use it in his life...

"Forget it, no matter what...

Mr. Yao, you guys are busy, Zixuan and I will go back first.”

Lan Li, who felt inexplicably, greeted the master in charge of the receptionist, and then pulled Zixuan home.

A little excited.

But it doesn't feel much.

Is Long Kui living in this sword?

Or.

Really a copy?

Between gains and losses, the afternoon passed.

Until evening, Zixuan called him to go to bed.

Only someone lying on the rocking chair can come back to his soul.

"What if he doesn't matter, it's the best. If it's fake, just grab the real back."

Smiling in my heart.
To be continued...