"Ugh?" Jiang Xiaoyue curiously glanced at these self-proclaimed ancient godly swords.
Tink! She flicked her little finger on the ridge of a sword and tilted her head curiously, "Could it be that this sword knows how to pass it?"
"Of course, I do." The sword named Qing Ming swayed on the bamboo stick, and threads of black murderous spirit rose and condensed into two arms. It brought its arms to its 'chest' and 'glanced' at Jiang Xiaoyue with cold arrogance before saying in a deep voice, "Little Girl, don't you know that you must show your respect when you ask a senior a question…?"
"Ugh…" Suddenly, the little girl was replaced by Mr. Fang.
Embarrassed, it immediately said, "Um… since you are a master who overpowered me with your sword techniques, I will go against my rules and give you some clues."
Mr. Fang was at a loss for words.
"It was long, long ago." This ancient longsword spread its hands, looking reminiscent.