Chapter 1007: The Ancestral Treasure

This guess made sense. No matter how she looked at it, Gongxi Kuangdao looked stupid. Ling Chuxi started guessing blindly in her heart.

On the other hand, Gongxi Kuangdao had already called out, "What do you mean by 'this thing'? This is my Gongxi clan's Eight Wasteland Blade." Gongxi Kuangdao raised the pig iron stick and waved it a few times. It was full of vigour, but unfortunately, a rod was still a rod.

"Are you sure this thing is a blade?" Ling Chuxi looked at Gongxi Kuangdao as if she was looking at an idiot. If it wasn't her eyes, then perhaps it was because Gongxi Kuangdao had been poisoned.

Gongxi Kuangdao's expression froze, and he became a little depressed. To be honest, only he himself thought this was a blade, and others probably wouldn't be able to see it.