Chen Hetu shook his head and said: "No, I, Chen Hetu, will do what I say, when will I draw this sword and when will I leave!"

After saying this, Chen Hetu continued to try to draw the sword.

One day, two days, three days...

Chen Hetu still didn't draw the sword.

If it had been anyone else, he would probably have given up, but Chen Hetu was unmoved and still tried to draw the sword.

He had done this action thousands, tens of thousands of times. His arms were as heavy as lead, but he still kept drawing his sword.

Sometimes, he would also pour spiritual energy into the sword, but the sword would not respond at all, like a piece of iron covered with embroidery.

Soon, another month passed.

On this day, Chen Hetu began to draw his sword as usual. Unexpectedly, the rust on the hilt of the sword pricked Chen Hetu's finger.

A drop of blood flowed on the hilt of the sword.

Chen Hetu didn't take it seriously and continued to draw his sword. He tried again and again and failed again and again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the sword seemed to move.

"Xiao Huan, did you see that the sword moved?" he said with great excitement.

After a month, the blade of the sword finally moved.

How could he not be excited about this?

"Did it move?" Xiao Huan's confused voice came over.

"It's moving." Chen Hetu said with certainty: "I'm definitely not fooling around. This sword is indeed moving!"

"It shouldn't be right? You must have an illusion!" Xiao Huan said doubtfully.

However, just as he finished saying this, the sword began to vibrate...

Chen Hetu looked at the scene in front of him with surprise and joy.

I saw that all the rust on the sword had fallen off, just like the bark of a tree had been removed, first swelling and then cracking.

Soon, the true face of this sword was revealed.

This sword is black and gold, with a white blade and a dragon entwined on the sword, all the way to the hilt.

"He's so handsome!" Chen Hetu exclaimed.

Moreover, the sword was still emitting a dazzling light at this time, and the vibration frequency was getting faster and faster.

At this moment, Xiao Huan's voice came out.

"Go and draw your sword quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Hetu drew the sword without hesitation.

"hiss......"

A dragon roar suddenly sounded.

Chen Hetu felt his heart tremble, and there was even more affection in his eyes when he looked at the sword.

Isn't this what you dream of?

The sword was easily pulled out by Chen Hetu.

Chen Hetu held a sword in his right hand, and the blade of the sword vibrated, making a dragon roar of "hiss...hiss...", which made people uneasy.

He swung it, and the sword emitted a fierce sword light.

It can be said that this sword perfectly echoes all of Chen Hetu's ideas.

This sword is exactly the same as Chen Hetu imagined.

"Xiao Huan, does this sword have a name?" Chen Hetu asked.

"Probably not." Xiao Huan said uncertainly.

Chen Hetu nodded and said:

"Well...since you don't have a name, let's call you Dragon Song Sword from now on!"
Chapter completed!