The fifth thousand and seventy-nine chapters meet the master craftsman
The young Yanxian stood up quickly, pulled out a long sword from somewhere, and slashed at Jian Wushuang.
This time, Jian Wushuang's movements were even faster.
Almost as soon as the young man set off, he took action.
Using his palm as a sword, Jian Wushuang thrust towards his head and snatched his sword away at an unimaginable speed.
The young man who flew backwards barely stopped himself, his eyes filled with resentment at being humiliated.
Jian Wushuang, who took the long sword, did not rush to do it, but glanced at the long sword in his hand, "Forged it yourself?"
"I want you to take care of it!" The young man's face suddenly turned red, as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot, and he wanted to reach out and take back the sword.
But Jian Wushuang was one step ahead of him, his arm shook hard, and the long sword in his palm was shattered into pieces, leaving only the hilt.
The long sword shattered, and the sword body shattered into pieces, falling like snowflakes.
"You go too far!" The young man was furious, and suddenly drew out a long sword and stabbed Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang stooped down to avoid it, and said at the same time, "The sword body is too brittle and has no aura. The only thing worthy of praise is that the impurities have been completely tempered out and it was cast with great care."
The young man froze, but then continued to fight.
Jian Wushuang seemed to be extremely interested in seizing swords, and within a few seconds he had captured another sword.
"This sword is even better. It's much better than the two previous swords, but it's still a sword."
"How dare you go so far!"
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"This sword is not bad, but it's still a rough sword. Come again!"
In this way, what was originally a fight turned into a farce.
The young man was like a sword arsenal, constantly pulling out long swords to stab Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang, on the other hand, was like an old master, standing in the clouds and grabbing the sword, commenting on it, and then shattering them one by one.
In the end, the young man simply handed the sword into his hand and waited for comments.
Looking at this scene, Nan Xuan couldn't help but be speechless, "Can it still be like this?"
Finally, the young man refused to speak, "Who are you and why do you know so much about swords?"
Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but said, "Okay, all the questions have been answered, now it's your turn to answer my questions."
"No," the young man refused simply, "I won't tell you that my master lives here."
"Um?"
"..."
The air froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, obviously realizing that he had to tell the master at the fastest moment.
Jian Wushuang suppressed a smile. It seemed that this guy's brain was not working well.
The next moment, a somewhat sullen voice sounded, "That's enough, you idiot, you've made your head stupid for making swords!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes instantly focused and he looked at the clouds ahead.
The clouds were distant and near, with mottled sparks flying in them, like a huge furnace, and the clouds and smoke began to turn red.
After hearing this reprimand, the young man hurriedly knelt down on one knee, his face flushed, "Master, forgive me, I am stupid and failed to fulfill your instructions."
The clouds seemed to be boiling, like an overturned furnace, causing the entire sky to boil.
Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang's breathing became rapid. The closer he got to the truth, the more nervous he became.
As the sky turned red and boiling, a slightly squat figure walked slowly from far to near, from the end of the sky.
Sensing the fluctuation of the aura in the air, Nan Xuan's expression changed. He hurriedly rushed to Jian Wushuang's side and whispered, "Be careful, the person coming is a Dayan Immortal whose strength is not inferior to mine."
He nodded. How could Xu Tuo, who was so famous and extremely mysterious in the entire Da Si region, not be a Dayan Immortal?
Moreover, Jian Wushuang guessed that the master craftsman Xu Tuo might have existed since the Wanggu era.
Walking slowly through the fiery red flowing clouds was an old man with a somewhat dark-red face and a relatively short and fat figure.
He stared with a pair of bull's eyes, and put his hands behind his back to show his authority when he was not angry.
When the young man saw this, he was trembling with fear and lowered his head.
Jian Wushuang took half a step back and nodded slightly.
A short, fat old man with a dark red face came out of the air, stood in front of him, then looked directly at Jian Wushuang, looking up and down.
After a while, he said in a cold voice, "You are the one who shamelessly instructs my disciple?"
Jian Wushuang said solemnly, "Guidance is out of the question, I just don't want to waste such a good seedling."
"A good young man?" The short, fat old man suddenly sneered, "My disciple is notoriously stupid. Among all my disciples, he is the last one. How can I call him a good young man?"
The young man who was kneeling on one knee turned pale when he heard the master's conclusion of closing the coffin, and his body began to tremble, as if he might collapse at any time.
The blow from this language was far more terrifying than the sword taken away from him before.
Despair breeds.
At this time, Jian Wushuang spoke again, "Forging a sword means forging a heart. The pain involved is far beyond what ordinary monks can endure."
"There are countless swordsmiths in the Heavenly Realm, but who is worthy of being called a craftsman and who is worthy of forging the most precious treasure? In fact, it was already destined from the very beginning."
When the short, fat old man heard this, he immediately sneered, "It's ridiculous, who dares to say that it's fate?"
Jian Wushuang smiled, looked at him and said, "Senior, is this the master craftsman Xu Tuo?"
"Yes." The pudgy old man said simply, "But what does this have to do with the destiny you mentioned?"
After being confirmed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "Then I dare to ask, how many disciples are there under the Master Craftsman?"
"Junior, you are wearing down my patience." The short, fat old man frowned, obviously dissatisfied.
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "I dare not, but I dare to assert that no matter how many disciples there are under the Master Craftsman, there will only be two who can reach your level in the end!"
The squat old man who was originally frowning was obviously startled, and there was a flash of shock in his eyes that could not be concealed.
But soon, he recovered and continued to sneer, "Humph, it's just nonsense. You don't even know how many disciples I have, how dare you make such an assertion?"
"No matter how many there are, there will only be two," Jian Wushuang smiled mysteriously, "Senior, do you dare to bet that I know which two they are?"
"Bet? Why don't I dare to bet? I'm afraid that you will make arrogant words!" The short, fat old man said disdainfully, "Then let's take a gamble."
"Senior, please be happy. If I can guess which two they are, please agree to one condition."
"Of course, as long as you guess it, let alone one condition, even if it is ten, I will comply with you!"
Jian Wushuang nodded, raised his palm directly, pointed at the young man who was still kneeling in the cloud, and said firmly, "This is the first one!"
A sudden gust of wind lifted up the figure of the young man who had hit rock bottom!