"Well, well…"
Lu Xiong looked at the broken black iron sword in his hand and was speechless for a long time.
"Wow!"
Suddenly, Lu Xiong burst into tears.
It had to be known that the black iron sword was the weapon he was most familiar with. There was no other weapon in the entire Divine Sword Sect.
"My black iron greatsword is broken! My black iron greatsword is broken!"
Lu Xiong even started rolling around in the arena.
The disciples in the square felt extremely awkward. Lu Xiong was twenty feet tall and was rolling around in the arena and wailing, which looked so awkward!
Ever since Ye Li transmigrated to this world, there were many things that he didn't expect, but the last thing he expected was that Lu Xiong would cry and roll on the ground like this.
This was getting interesting.
"Why are you crying?" Ye Li looked indifferently at Lu Xiong, who was rolling on the ground.