Li Changqing grabbed the neck of the Golden Silk Linlang Beast, as if carrying a dog, and stepped on the long sword to return.
He lightly jumped down from the long sword and casually threw the Golden Silk Linlang Beast aside, saying, "Behave yourself, don't run around."
Strangely enough, the Golden Silk Linlang Beast, at this moment facing Li Changqing, unexpectedly showed a timid look in its eyes, lying on the ground completely like an obedient dog.
Li Changqing flicked his sleeve, and the long sword directly flew out, with a clang, it returned to Yin Changli's scabbard.
"Little guy, thanks." Li Changqing said with satisfaction, "It's really a good sword."
"Uh..." Yin Changli had not yet recovered from the daze. Just now, Li Changqing's smooth actions truly impressed him.
This is the Sword Immortal in his heart.
Walking on a sword, controlling the sword with a wave of a hand, defeating enemies from a thousand miles away.
If this isn't a Sword Immortal, what is?
