C472 Sword Emperor

In a restaurant in the Shura Blood City, the scene was extremely lively. Many people surrounded Nie Feng and toasted and paid their respects to him.

In the corner, two cold gazes shot over. A youth with a malicious face said, "Your sword is not bad, are you willing to sell it?"

"My apologies, but my sword is not for sale."

Nie Feng indifferently swept a glance at the youth