Ling Luoyu: "..."

She has heard of the title of the world's number one sword-making master.

Not to mention his ability, he will only talk about his age.

He became famous two thousand years ago!

If this place is his sword-casting place, then this place can definitely be called the word "relic".

Two thousand years!!

But what she cares most about now is that sword!

That sword called Mie Tian!!

His eyes trembled, and Ling Luoyu seemed to have forgotten his situation to be slaughtered, and he sneered without knowing his death.

"Ting Tong, I am a little bit of studying, but you are also very little bit of fooling me... That sword-casting master... is named Cen Jia. It seems that it has been thousands of years since now!? What he uses must be rotten into pieces?! Look at this place, it is only a few hundred years at most, and it hasn't even been for thousands of years. How could it be his exclusive place..."

"What do you know?!" Ting Tong was immediately looked at an idiot: "Everything here is made and designed by Cen Jia himself. All things, not to mention thousands of years, can still be used even if it is tens of thousands of years!"

He suddenly sighed and looked in the direction of the sword.

"If it weren't for that incident, Mie Tian would have been born long ago!!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Ting Tong's eyes instantly converged, as if he was a little afraid.

"You are all a dying person. What are you doing so much?"

"It's because I'm going to die that I'm asking clearly! Otherwise, when I get underground, the King of Hell asks me, how did you die? Answer... I don't know! You said, how shameless is this?"

Ling Luoyu frowned bitterly, as if he didn't seem to be dying, but was about to have a day trip to the underworld.

"Also, that culprit... what is the use of that broken sword that Destroys the sky? It seems that it has been burned for many years!?"

"Mi Tian is the only sword left by Cen Jia here. It has been forged for two thousand years... A thousand years ago, because of the destruction of the Fire Soul, its tempering skills failed! This time, it was because of your destruction that this place became so messy!"

Ting Tong seemed to have been touched by the pain and stomped his feet hard.

"This failure will last another thousand years..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply and asked carefully: "Then...that, if you are anxious to want it, why not find the two people in purple robe...I see they are good at this sword..."

"Nonsense, they are the two brothers of Dingdong and Dingxi, and are Cen Jia's personal disciples... They are twins, with a close relationship and a very tacit understanding, so they inherited Yin and Yang Fire separately!! In this world, except for the two brothers, only Cen Jia can temper the Demon Heaven..."

Tingtong raised his head and looked at the sky, and suddenly felt very typhoid.

"It's really not as good as the heaven's calculation! I, Tingtong, have been trembling for so many years, for fear of a little mistake, but I didn't expect that this would be the result... Is it really because my Tingtong's evil spirit is not enough to shock it, which makes the heaven angry. Is it because of fate?"

Ling Luoyu thought to himself that this was all messy, it sounded like he was listening to a book of heaven.

Cen Jia was a famous sword-making master two thousand years ago. If Dingdong and Dingxi were his personal disciples, how old would they be?

You can't live as a thousand-year-old monster?!


Chapter completed!