I only recognized this sword when I saw it," Shangguanxian said truthfully.

Xu Zimo lowered his head. The sword hanging on the waist of this elegant man was indeed different.

The body of the sword is fiery red, and the sides of the scabbard are dotted with white clouds.

I don’t know what material the sword is made of. The sword itself has a spirit, and it gives people the impression that the sword spirit is powerful.

The sword spirit life contained in it is easy to sense.

"To be honest with you two, I have a hard job this time.

I want to go to Shiyan City to become the city lord," Huo Yunzi said.

"I also hope that you two can give me some thin noodles and don't embarrass me when I go to Shiyan City."

"What a chore.

The lord of Shiyan City is dead, and no one will compete with you.

I became the lord of the city for no reason, isn’t it nice,” Shangguanxian said with a smile.
Chapter completed!