Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5079: Meet the master craftsman

The young man Yanxian got up quickly, took out a long sword from somewhere, and cut it at Jian Wushuang.

This time, Jian Wushuang's movements were quicker.

Almost the moment the young man left, he shot.

Using his palm as a sword, Jian Wushuang drew towards his head and seized his long sword at an unimaginable speed.

The young man who flew upside down barely stopped his figure, his eyes full of humiliated resentment.

Jian Wushuang, who took the long sword, didn't rush to do it, but glanced at the long sword in his hand, "made it by himself?"

"I want you to take care of it!" The young man's complexion suddenly turned red, as if he had been poked in a painful spot, trying to reach out his hand to regain the sword.

But Jian Wushuang took a step ahead of him, and his arm shook hard, and the long sword in his palm was shattered, leaving only one hilt.

The long sword shattered, and the sword body shattered into pieces, falling like snowflakes.

"You are deceiving too much!" The young man was furious, and suddenly drew out a long sword, stabbing Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang can bend to avoid it, and at the same time said, "The sword is too brittle and has no aura. The only thing worthy of praise is that the impurities have been completely tempered and cast very carefully."

The young man became stiff, but then he continued to fight.

And Jian Wushuang seemed to be extremely interested in seizing the sword, and within a few breaths, he seized another sword.

"This sword is better, much better than the previous two blanks, but it's still blank."

"Do you dare to deceive people too much!"

……

"This sword is also good, but it is still a blank, come again!"

In this way, what was originally a fight turned into a farce fight.

The young man is like a sword library, constantly drawing out his long sword and stabbing Jian Wushuang.

And Jian Wushuang, like a master, standing in the clouds directly grabbed the long sword and commented, and then shattered one by one.

So that in the end, the young man simply handed the sword in his hand, waiting for comments.

Nan Xuan couldn't help but was dumbfounded when he watched this scene, "Can you do this?"

In the end, the young man was unwilling to speak, "Who are you and why do you know swords so much?"

Jian Wushuang did not answer him, but said, "Okay, all questions are answered, now it's up to you to answer my questions."

"No," the young man simply refused, "I won't tell you that my master lives here."

"Huh?"

"..."

The air solidified, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He apparently realized that he was the fastest for a while, and he told Master.

Jian Wushuang smirked, it seems that this guy's head is not working well.

The next moment, a somewhat sullen voice sounded, "Enough, you stupid boy, you have cast your head as a fool!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes condensed for an instant, and he looked at the clouds ahead.

The clouds were far and near, and mottled sparks fluttered in it, like a huge furnace, and the clouds and smoke began to turn red.

After hearing this reprimand, the young man hurriedly knelt on one knee, his face flushed to the equator, "Master forgive me, the disciple is dull, and failed to complete your entrustment."

The clouds are boiling, like a dumping furnace, making the entire sky start to boil.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang's breathing is a little bit short, the closer he gets to the truth, the more it makes him nervous.

As the sky blushed, a slightly squat figure slowly walked from far to near from the end of the sky.

Aware of the fluctuations in the air in the air, Nan Xuan's expression changed. He hurriedly hurried to Jian Wushuang's side and said in a low voice, "Attention, the person who came is a Dayan who is not below me." /

He nodded. How could Xu Tuo, who is so famous and extremely mysterious in the entire Dasi domain, not Dayan Immortal?

Furthermore, Jian Wushuang guessed that the craftsman Xu Tuo might have existed since that ancient time.

Stepping on the flaming red flowing clouds, walking slowly is an old man with a slightly black face and a relatively short stature.

He stared at a pair of bull's eyes, carrying his hands on his back, and he would be proud.

When the young man saw this, he trembled and buried his head lower.

Jian Wushuang backed away half a step, nodding slightly.

The stocky old man with a black and red face stepped into the air, stood in front of him, and then looked directly at Jian Wushuang, looking up and down.

For a long while, he said coldly, "Is it you who guided me without shame?"

Jian Wushuang said in a condensed voice, "I can't talk about guidance, but I don't want to waste such a good seed."

"Good seedlings?" The short and fat old man suddenly sneered. "My disciple is notoriously dull. Among my many disciples, it is the countdown. How can a good seedling say?"

The young man kneeling on one knee heard Master's conclusion of the coffin, his face suddenly turned pale, the fairy body began to tremble, and it seemed that he might collapse at any time.

The blow of this language is far more terrifying than the previous sword capture.

Despair breeds.

At this time, Jian Wushuang spoke again, "To cast a sword is to cast a heart. The suffering in it is far beyond what an ordinary monk can bear."

"There are countless swordsmiths in the universe, but who is worthy of being a craftsman, who is worthy of casting the treasure? In fact, it has already been destined in the beginning."

The short and fat old man immediately sneered when he heard this, "Absurd, who dares to say that it is destined?"

Jian Wushuang smiled and looked at him, "Dare to ask Senior but is the craftsman Xu Tuo?"

"Yes." The short and fat old man said simply, "but what does it have to do with your destiny?"

After confirming, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "Then dare to ask, how many disciples are there under the seat of the master?"

"Senior, you are killing my patience." The stocky old man frowned, obviously in dissatisfaction.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "Don't dare, but the kid dare to assert that no matter how many disciples there are under the seat of the master craftsman, there will be and only two of them that can reach your level in the end!"

The figure of the pudgy old man who was frowning was obviously startled, and there was an invisible shock in his eyes.

But soon, he recovered and continued to sneer, "Huh, it's pure nonsense, you don't even know how many disciples under the old man seat, so you dare to make such an assertion?"

"No matter how many, there will only be two," Jian Wushuang smiled mysteriously, "Senior dare to gamble, which two do I know?"

"Bet? The old man, why don't you dare to bet, I'm afraid that you will speak wild words!" The chunky old man disdainfully said, "Then take a gamble."

"Happy senior, if I can guess which two they are, please promise me one condition."

"Naturally, as long as you guess it, let alone one condition, there are ten, and I am up to you!"

Jian Wushuang nodded, directly raised his palm, pointed at the young man who was still kneeling in the cloud, and said firmly, "This is the first one!"

The strong wind blew up, making the young man whose mood fell to the bottom of his body shaken up!