The disciples of the Sword Sect under the sword platform were all stunned when they saw the Shiny Silver Coiling Dragon Broadsword in Wang Changming's hand.
"Is this the Shiny Silver Coiling Dragon Broadsword?"
"Since Wang Changming has said so, how can it be fake? The broadsword is too cool."
Ye Li looked at the Shiny Silver Coiling Dragon Broadsword in Wang Changming's hand indifferently. There was no fluctuation on his handsome face as he slowly said,
"Wang Changming, why did you take out this piece of junk?"
Hearing this, Wang Changming's pupils couldn't help but constrict. He dared to swear that this was the most infuriating and laughable thing he had said since he was born.
"Ye Li, I want your blood to be dyed on the Shiny Silver Coiling Dragon Broadsword!" Wang Changming said coldly to Ye Li.
Ye Li smiled. He pondered for a few seconds and then said, "With the junk in your hand?"