A dark face

"Sect leader, is this the dagger you just forged? He doesn't look like anything special. " The big black face was also someone who liked to join in the fun. He looked at the ordinary-looking short sword in Ling Chuxi's hand and said.

Indeed, although the heart shattering sword in Ling Chuxi's hand looked very exquisite, in terms of quality, it did not seem to be any different from the ordinary short swords sold in the blacksmith's shops.

Everyone had seen Ling Chuxi's Luo Chen sword, Gongxi Kuang Dao's eight desolations war saber, as well as the weapons of Ling Yichen, LAN Xinyu, and the others. They were all personally refined by Ling Chuxi. In the eyes of ordinary people, they could already be called divine weapons. The swords they were using now were all treasures that Ling Chuxi had picked up from the vast waves sect. Naturally, their standards were much higher.

When they saw the short sword in Ling Chuxi's hand, they all revealed puzzled expressions.