"Hmm, so this is the Seven-star sword spirit," Wang Ye sized it up carefully.
The body of the sword was quite ancient. There were seven shining grooves on it, as well as strange patterns engraved.
"Why does it feel empty?" Wang Ye thought for a moment, then stretched his hand to touch it.
The moment he touched the hilt, the Seven-star sword spirit flew away with a whoosh and hid behind the sword rabbit.
"..." Wang Ye.
"..." The sword rabbit.
"It won't allow me to touch it?" Wang Ye was stunned.
"Mi!" The sword rabbit grabbed the Seven-star sword spirit from behind.
Wang Ye stretched his hand to touch it again, and the hilt twisted, easily dodging his hand.
He used both hands, but in the end, he still couldn't touch the sword.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The Seven-star sword spirit kept moving, like a butterfly passing through flowers, easily dodging Wang Ye's hand and letting out waves of sword chimes at him.