Yin Xiang didn't feel that he still had hope to catch up with Yang Teng. He practiced hard every day and focused all his energy on cultivation, but he didn't want to be suppressed by Yang Teng.

It is rare to hear that Yang Teng is practicing in seclusion, but his strength growth rate is so despairing.

"Buzz!" Yang Teng's long sword in his hand buzzed, pulling Yin Xiang's attention back to the long sword.

But I saw a long sword in Yang Teng’s hand illuminating, and the blade buzzing and whistling. The long sword trembled in Yang Teng’s hand, and the sword light was like the substance.

"Good knife! Could it be that this is an imperial weapon!" Someone applauded loudly.

All the quasi-emperor powerful men present could see that the long sword was of absolutely no low quality, and it should be a long sword of imperial weapon level.

But the problem is that there are only a handful of emperors who have used long swords in history. I have never heard of any emperor using long swords, which are the same shape as the long sword in Yang Teng's hand.

"Master, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Did you find anything?" Wu Tian was surprised to find that Yang Teng had a strange look on his face, his eyes were dull, and he stared at the long sword in his hand, and he was stunned.

Wu Tian greeted him, but Yang Teng did not respond.

Wu Tian was shocked. This long sword was strange!

He quickly pushed Yang Teng gently, "Master! Master, are you okay?"

"Puff!" Suddenly, Yang Teng squirted out a mouthful of blood.

Blood squirted on the long sword.

The sudden change made no one expect, and screams burst into surprises one after another.
Chapter completed!