C267 The Sky Is Going to Fall

Zhou Yi held the treasured sword in his hand and muttered: "Blood-red, still looks like a blade and sword, with a dragon-shaped engraving on it, maybe I should give you a name, how about the Dragonblood Sabre?"

The sword made a crisp sound as if it was pleased with its name. Zhou Yi was even more joyous, this kind of treasure could only be found by chance, and not sought after