Swish!
Hu Jiacheng held the weapon, made a sword flower, shook off the water stains on the blade, then raised it high and squinted at it in the sunlight.
The magic weapon emitted bursts of cold light, which was extremely dazzling.
"Great, great, great!" Hu Jiacheng was so excited that he was shaking all over. "It's like fine steel, with five colors, and the blade shines as one. This is the symbol of a magic weapon! God bless me, and finally let me forge a fifth-grade magic weapon in my lifetime! After decades, our Hu family iron shop has finally forged a fifth-grade magic weapon! Dad, your dream has been realized by your son!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, like a madman, unable to control himself.
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