Lord Mo’s Excitement

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"I wonder which magic weapon Jian Yi wants to refine again?" Lord Mo asked with a smile.

"This is it." Jian Wushuang flipped his hand, and the blood mountain sword immediately appeared in his hand.

Lord Mo stared at the blood mountain sword in Jian Wushuang's hand and carefully browsed it for a moment. Finally, however, he frowned slightly. He was the number one master of blacksmithing in the Nine Realms of the Golden Crow, but at this moment, he did not see anything special about the blood mountain sword.

It seemed that the blood mountain sword was no different from an ordinary magic weapon.

"Young friend, can you let me have a closer look at this sword?" Lord Mo asked.

"Of course." Jian Wushuang directly threw the blood mountain sword in front of Lord Mo...

Lord Mo stretched out his hand, and just as his old palm received the blood mountain sword, buzz. Instantly, a terrifying sword essence directly surged toward him.