Sun Boyuan glanced at An Ruolu with some envy.

An Ruolu was stunned at first, and then his eyes became more joyful.

But after feeling happy, he shook his head.

"Sir, I came to forge swords to repay others' kindness. You don't have to repay me.

Thanks to Sir's power, I forged such a baby sword, but I want to repay Sir.

What's more, Mr. is the master of the sword, and the famous sword has a spirit. I'm afraid that the sword spirit won't like it if I name him."

Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, and then thought of the West Tower in the Sky.

"It's better for this sword to have no name. I still have a disaster that I haven't passed through. I gave it a name. If I fight with this sword for the first time, I will die in that disaster, and this sword will inevitably be shackles.

In this case, let's first ask it to kill Xilou, only give it a number, not a name.

Wait until I kill all the west tower and then give it a name!"

"Only a title, not a name?" An Ruolu said sincerely: "Sir, I love swords."

As he said this, he turned around and asked the storyteller beside him in a low voice: "Brother Boyuan, how does this sword... rank in your eyes?"

Sun Boyuan's eyes were filled with mystery and he said: "Guess!"

An Ruolu said excitedly: "Ninth?"
Chapter completed!