Bofeng is just made of better material and has stronger power, but it is not as distinctive as it.
But the young man said, "This sword was improved by Ancestor Bofeng. Its greatest advantage is that it can cut through many formations, saving you time in breaking through them."
"That's great." Xie Yang looked at the sword in his hand and became more and more satisfied.
Although he really liked the process of calculating how to break the formation, sometimes time was tight and being able to break it with one sword was naturally the best.
The young man said, "If you like it, keep it well. I heard that no one has been able to pull out this sword since the death of Patriarch Bo Feng."
"Now that the Xie family is getting weaker with each generation, it might not be as picky as before, so I asked you to pull it out."
Xie Biao couldn't help but feel itchy: "Is it really that difficult to pull out? Can you let me try?"
Xie Biao didn't want to argue with Xie Yang. He was just purely curious and wanted to try pulling it out himself.
Seeing the purity in his eyes, Xie Yang put the sword back into the scabbard and handed it to Xie Yang.
Xie Biao didn't take it, but simply gripped the hilt and pulled it out. From one hand to two, then using his whole body to exert force, his facial features contorted...
The young man was so awed by his ugliness that he turned his head away, saying with a look of disgust, "It's normal that you can't pull it out. We won't laugh at you. It's really a joke if you make it like this."
Xie Biao then let go of his hand awkwardly, scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry for making a fool of myself, Xiaoyang."
Xie Yang tensed his expression and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's not funny."
Xie Biao: “…”
"Hahahahaha..." The young man laughed loudly, his hands on his hips, "Do you believe this?"
Xie Biao covered his face and squatted in the corner. He didn't believe it either.
The young man laughed for a while and looked up at the ceiling of the cave.
"It's almost dawn. You two should take a day off. I'll test you again in the evening."
"Oh right, I've figured out what I want to be called. Let's call myself Xie Zhou, the Zhou of daylight."
"I haven't seen the daylight for a long time. I miss it."
The young man's eyes fell on Xie Yang: "From now on, you can call me Xie Zhou."
"Okay." Xie Yang curved his eyebrows, "Senior Xie Zhou."
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