It is inserted into the shape of a "double stick" popsicle.

Yan Bing smiled brightly and gave his master a thumbs up. He then held the yellow sword in his left hand and the blue sword in his right hand. He suddenly lifted it up and completely removed the stone mill from the grinding shaft in the center.

He lifted it over his head in one go.

Lu Liang was dumbfounded, with mucus dripping down his nostrils...

The old man was dancing happily, forgetting everything, clapping his hands and cheering: "My disciple is born with supernatural power! Good! Good! Good!! Hahahaha God bless me Feixiamen! I have this divine son!!!"

Yan Bing was actually close to the limit in lifting this millstone, but being praised by his master made him feel embarrassed, and he thought to himself, "Then I will work harder and show off my skills."

So I held up the millstone as a cattail leaf fan and started fanning...

lay flat…, lift…, lay flat…, lift….

The roaring hurricane rolled out by the millstone made Lu Liang, who was sitting on the ground, physically and mentally confused.

Only the old man is still clapping his hands and applauding!!

A master and a disciple, both of them were enjoying themselves when they heard two clicks!

The two swords in his hands were unable to bear the weight, and the sword blades suddenly broke, and the millstone rolled to the ground, creating a big crater.

At this moment, Yan Bing only had two empty sword hilts in his hand...

The old man, who was in high spirits just now, had his eyes widened and mucus dripping down his nostrils...

After five or six seconds, the old man knelt on the ground with a groan and shouted heartbreakingly: "My broken rock!!! My like water!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!”

Yan Bing still held up the two empty sword hilts... silently shedding two lines of tears...
Chapter completed!