Your Sword Is Transferred at the Beginning, and Your Whole Family Will Be Killed If You Are a Poor Man.

On the day Qi Xiao traveled through time, he became the leader of the No. 1 Sect in the world. During the succession ceremony, six hundred people watched him draw his ancestor's sword. What was pulled out was a piece of wood painted with silver paint, and the sheath was real. Qi Xiao put the wooden sword back into its sheath, his face unchanged at all. Three hours later, an overseas anchor was selling his magic weapon in the live broadcast room. Qi Xiao raised his head and glanced at the sky. "The name of the sword means that it can drink thunder." "The sword is gone, but Pindao can still call him."