Looking at her cheek with expectation, she nodded in a little unbearable way.

The two girls were overjoyed, and Su Youlu asked in confusion: "Young Master, why are you holding an iron pestle?"

"Yes, Master, you might not really plan to use this iron pestle to kill pigs."

Lin Tian was amused and crying when he heard this. Kill the pig, stop making trouble.

"What an iron pestle, this is a sword."

"Sword?"

"Young Master, this is obviously an iron pestle!"

Lin Tian looked at them with a look of disbelief and punched the iron pestle. All the rusty powder fell off, revealing its original appearance.

This is a quaint sword with black appearance on it, but Lin Tian felt the taste of history from it.

He frowned, and looked at the sword body and realized that the sword was extraordinary, because with his eyesight, he could not see the level of the sword, which really surprised him. There was also a formation on it. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind, that is, this sword should be an ancient sword sealed.

The word "Zi Yao" is carved on the hilt of the sword.

Purple Sword

He murmured quietly, but he didn't expect a sound from the sword body, which surprised him and his eyes were hot.

"It seems that I've really made a fortune this time, this is definitely a sword."
Chapter completed!