Xia Qing naturally carried out Xia ruofei's order to the letter and quickly prepared a sharpened pine wood sword.
Xia ruofei took out the newly - made pine wood sword and held it in his hand.
Ling Qingxue looked and saw that Xia ruofei had actually taken out a wooden sword. As Xia ruofei was in a hurry, he had specifically instructed Xia Qing not to pay too much attention to its appearance. Hence, the workmanship of this pine wood sword was indeed a little rough, but it was barely shaped into the shape of a sword.
Ling Qingxue couldn't help but be dumbfounded. She was stunned for a moment before she asked,""RUO Fei, you're not thinking of using this sword to pick the fruit, are you?"
"That's right!" Xia ruofei said with certainty.
"Is there a mistake? Even such a sharp flying sword can't handle it, and you're counting on a wooden sword?" Ling Qingxue asked, her eyes wide.