"Haha! Good boy! Good job! Now you know why I'm called the broom, right? It's because I learned my sword skills from sweeping the ground and got my name! I've been sweeping the ground in Wudang Mountain for fifty years!" The broom was still sweeping the ground casually and talking to Xi Feng with a smile. It was a work of sharpening knives and not cutting wood.
"You're so patient, master! I've learned a lot!" Xi Long was also infected by his happy personality. He laughed.
"By the way, boy, did the Saber Master teach you the move you used just now?" The bladed broom was a little serious and asked a very valuable question.
"Yes, my master is Mr. Saber and Mr. Sword!" Xi early said with an expression of worship.
The sword broom suddenly stopped sweeping the floor, "Oh my god, it's amazing
