Chapter 448
When the great-grandfather said this, Grandpa Zeng quit on the spot.

"Father, what do you mean you don't care if we have or not? It doesn't matter if Bo Xin doesn't have one, but I'm your own son! Fathers always give the good to their sons first! How can you be such a father?"

The grandfather named Han Baixin smiled coldly, "Father, are you talking about yourself?"

"Isn't I giving you enough? The entire sect has been passed on to you, and now you still want to steal the artifact from me! Unworthy descendants!"

"Then it's because you don't want to play anymore and you want to be the shopkeeper, so you threw it to us? Have you asked us for our opinion? If I don't care about the position of suzerain, I will pass it on to my son again?"

After a round of verbal confrontation, the ancestors deeply felt that there was a plastic father-son relationship between them.

Han Zhanqing on the side rolled his eyes secretly, he is the closest person to his daughter, okay?If the daughter wants to give it, she will give it to him first. I really don't know what they are fighting over there.

As the person involved, Han Qinxue shook her head in a funny way, "Grandpa, Grandpa Zeng, Grandpa, don't praise me, just you, how can there be no magic weapon? But if you like what I practice, I will give it to you." Each of you has one."

"Then what about me, what about me?" Han Chenyu hurriedly moved over, looked at Han Qinxue expectantly, almost sticking out her tongue.

Anyway, I have practiced all three, so I don't care about adding him, right?

Looking at Han Chenyu's appearance, Han Qinxue really wanted to touch her brother's head with her backhand, "Yes, yes, both."

After hearing the words, Han Zhanqing didn't do anything inconsistent with his identity, but he coughed suspiciously twice.

Han Qinxue understood in seconds, nodded, and made an OK gesture. Although Han Zhanqing didn't understand what it meant, he immediately felt relieved after receiving the response.

Outside Han Yuanzong, Demon Sword Sword Spirit found a place by himself, inserted the sword point of his body into the soil, and prepared to have a chance encounter with Zuo Ying.

As far as Han Qinxue said, he is now a mature magic sword, and he has to learn how to touch porcelain by himself.

So the next day, he was taken away by Sataka and brought to that enchanting woman.

"Saying, you are really getting bolder now. I heard that your mission failed again, and you haven't come back to report for a few days. Are you planning to turn against me?"

The enchanting woman spoke in her usual gentle tone, but the more she behaved like this, the more she let the other party feel nervous.

"My lord, calm down! My lord, please listen to my explanation. I haven't come back to report after so many days, it's all because I found this for my lord!"

As Sataka took out the magic sword, the enchanting woman sat up straight, "Magic sword?"

"That's right, but this one is different from the one I refined. It is a magic sword conceived by heaven and earth, and has a very strong magic energy. This subordinate has spent a lot of effort in order to obtain this magic sword, but for the sake of your lord, It's all worth it."

It is not without doubts about this magic sword Sataka that turned out to be born out of nowhere.

The most important thing is where the magic sword is, and there is a sign carved with a knife next to it, and the sign reads "There is no magic sword here" in big characters.

It was also because of this conspicuous signboard that he found the magic sword very easily.

It's not that he didn't suspect fraud, but he can be sure that there was no one else around at that time, and relying on his years of experience in refining weapons, this magic weapon is no different.

So no matter how weird it was, he still brought it back, at least at this moment he could use it to claim credit, and naturally he wouldn't tell the truth.

(End of this chapter)

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