"So sharp!"
Yang Zhenshan exclaimed in surprise.
With a subtle thought, the small sword withdrew from the hole in the rock, and then under his control, it shot quickly through the mountains.
This small sword, like a stream of light, darted back and forth with such speed that Yang Zhenshan was taken aback.
"This speed can be even faster!"
"No way, my spiritual sense can't keep up!"
"Damn it, I can't even harness its full power!"
Yang Zhenshan was both startled and delighted.
The small sword could still be faster, but his spiritual sense had already reached its limit.
Even so, the speed of the small sword had already reached an extreme.
"Is this a magical treasure?"
"It seems unlikely; according to those bamboo slips, magical treasures should have greater power and consume more mana."
"This small sword is only fast, its attack power is actually not strong, and the mana consumption is not as much as expected!"
"This should be a top-grade magic artifact!"
