Walking out of the crowd, Xiao Jian came to the unfinished stone man's gravel.

Prince Xiaoxia and the nun in white came over and said to Xiaojian.

At the same time, An Miaoyi, Jiang Yifei and others came over and expressed their desire to buy this sword at a price of 1.

"Yang Cheng is born, that...that is Yang Cheng platinum!"

Looking at the light curtain that was propped up, Xiaojian started to cut the stone carefully, his expression was very focused and his movements were very urgent.

The onlookers couldn't help but jumped when they saw Yang Cheng's simple and violent way of breaking the stone.

"It is worthy of being the little emperor's exclusive sacred object. It is really priceless." Yao Yuekong said with emotion.

"Dang!"

As my first knife fell, the stone cracked, and an object about an inch long, half a foot thick, with a dark golden body like a cocoon fell out.

"Sure enough, it's no wonder that those masters of Origin Technique have given up after seeing it." An old man sighed.

Suddenly, the dark golden metal cocoon shook heavily.

It clanked and roared, bursting out with a murderous aura that soared into the sky, which was extremely terrifying. The white sword light soared into the sky, striking the sealed space into shape.

Putting away the dark red stones, Xiaojian was about to leave. After the demon moon fell in the sky, he invited again, saying that today was a celebration, and Prince Xiaoxia was also in line.
Chapter completed!