Can you really pick up good things in the garbage dump?

Yuan Maofeng smiled and said, "These are all found from the Blood Spirit Palace and Zhentian Pavilion. We cannot identify what they are, and we have not thrown them away. It seems that Mr. Qin is keen on the beads."

Yuan Maofeng was also full of curiosity at this moment.

What exactly can Qin Chen choose?

At this moment, Qin Chen looked at the first thing he pulled out from his feet.

One meter long and one palm wide, with rust rectangles on it, like a box or a piece of iron plate.

"What's this?"

Yuan Maofeng couldn't help but say.

"nice one!"

Qin Chen smiled, squatted down, and surrounded the holy power on his fingers, scraping off the rust on the surface of the iron sheet one by one.

Gradually, the appearance of the iron sheet changed.

It is no longer a positive rectangle, with a length of nearly one meter and a width of nearly one palm, but a handle appears.

It's like...a sword! "Is it a magic sword?"

"That's not."

Qin Chen smiled and said, "I guessed right, the third-grade holy sword, but it is very powerful."
Chapter completed!