His Best Work

Lian Xing looked at the surface of the divine sword, feeling a surge of saliva in his mouth, his face filled with an even wider smile.

"This is a masterpiece!"

How could he not be excited?

His palms even sweated a little. To avoid dirtying the hilt, he rubbed his hands against his clothes!

This small detail was noted by Jian Wushuang, who thought to himself, "Attentive person!"

But in the next moment, as he handed the sword hilt to Lian Xing and let go, Lian Xing dropped to the ground from mid-air at the fastest speed.

The ice-blue divine sword floated above the flames.

No matter how hard Lian Xing tried, he couldn't pick up the divine sword.

Jian Wushuang was startled too and quickly descended, coming to Lian Xing's side, and asked with concern, "Senior, are you okay?"