Chapitre 87: If the elders die, I'll take care of the Sword Pavilion.

"Ah, good, good." Lu Gao rubbed his hands, straightened his clothes, bowed to Huang Six, and turned to run.

Huang Six shook his head and laughed. He pressed a hand to his chest and stood in front of the Sword Pavilion. He looked into the distance, his face blank.

When he did not have any spiritual rocks in his pocket, he would feel happy and satisfied after saving dozens or hundreds of spiritual rocks.

Now that he had four high-grade spiritual rocks in his pocket, he did not know what he could do.

"Perhaps I can find two medicinal pills to strengthen my physique. Last time at the foot of the mountain, I heard that there was a good pill that could nourish my waist…"

…

In the quiet room, the wooden box in front of Han Muye had been opened.

Inside the wooden box was a three-foot-long sword that emitted a metallic aura. It was cold and bone-chilling.

Reaching out, he slowly gripped the hilt.

"Hum—"