Liam is not short of swords - there is a leader of the Fuyao sect who has a huge fortune. He has nothing but money, and there is no problem in throwing away his swords after using them up. It's just that Liam has been on Qinglong Island, and his daily encounters are nothing but Zhang Dasen and his like. He intends to hone his sword skills and has not replaced his wooden sword so far.
A sword is not new, but this one is different, Liam can tell at a glance.
He didn't need to think about it carefully to know that this was definitely not given by Yan Zhengming. Firstly, this ordinary and even a bit old scabbard did not meet the taste of their senior brother. Secondly, with the kind of person Yan Zhengming was, he wanted to do it. Good things are never so sneaky. Whenever Yan Zhengming wants to give something good to someone, he will first show it off to his brothers in a big way, and then hold a hair-combing competition or something, and make everyone happy. Who can please the uncle? Only give it to whom.
If you look closely, you will see that the hilt and body of the sword are engraved with fine charms, which are surprisingly complex. One ring after another, Liam's eyesight, which has read all the books on Qinglong Island, cannot be fully understood for a moment. Some kind of spell.
He raised his finger, trying to touch the sword body, but stopped before he touched it. Just when his finger was less than half an inch away from the sword body, Liam suddenly felt something in his heart. Some kind of indescribable feeling.
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