C1215 Holding Thezi

Yue Junyao waved the thousand-year-old peach wood sword twice, and the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard. The sound was a little dull, but it was enough to cause the entire market to boil.

"What is this?" The stall owner who was close to them suddenly stood up.

"Oh my god, the Thunder Wood Sword!"

"There is a faint sound of wind and thunder