Chapter 5075
Jian Wushuang felt his heart surging, and an unspeakable excitement that had not been seen for a long time emerged again.
Even if the slightest hope was illusory again, it still appeared, and it appeared in a form destined by the way of heaven.
Sanchun mountain, an ethereal and extremely difficult place to find, was met in the form of a mistake.
For a time, jianwushuang didn't know what to do.
The young disciples lying in huamang, although quite nervous, are more curious and longing.
The unparalleled sword that broke the sky brought him too much imagination.
Strong, boundless strong, so that his memory is profound, and it is difficult to forget.
After finishing his mind, Jian Wushuang said, "then this is the place where Xu Tuo, the divine craftsman, is reclining?"
"Ah, Xu Tuo?" The young disciple was stunned, "who is he?"
Before he could speak again, the strong man who had been standing on the bank stepped forward and said, "visitor, what can I do for you?"
Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then said, "I came here to ask the craftsman some questions that have troubled him for many days."
The strong man frowned slightly, "but my master never sees guests easily. I'm afraid you may not be able to see them if you go."
"I still want to see you, or I'll have trouble sleeping and eating." Jian Wushuang said, throwing Nan Xuan aside and bowing his hand solemnly.
At this time, a thin man secretly pulled the corners of the strong man's clothes and whispered, "elder martial brother, you can't take him. You don't know how long master hasn't seen a guest. I'm afraid if you really want to take him there, master will vent his anger on us..."
"You don't see the younger martial brother in his hands. If we don't let go now, there will be disaster!" Said the strong man.
The skinny man wanted to say more, but after sighing, he stopped talking.
Then, he arched his hands and said, "if the visitor insists, we will naturally meet the visitor, but before that, can you put my junior brother back?"
Jian Wushuang was stunned. Then he secretly said that he was confused and hurriedly sent the young disciple back to the shore.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, the stout man directly raised his hand and gave him two candied chestnuts in the head.
The young disciple immediately said wrongfully, "elder martial brother, why did you hit me..."
"I'll teach you a lesson later. I can't remember anything!" The strong man said angrily.
Then he turned and arched his hands. "In that case, visitors please follow us."
Jian Wushuang nodded, picked up Nan Xuan, who was still asleep, and followed closely.
So far, nearly 50 strong men with red chests and baskets were walking on the water bank and moving towards the mountains.
The most immature disciple walked at the end of the team, holding the sword blank with one hand and touching his head with the other hand, muttering in a low voice, "it turns out that the taboo of my master is Xu Tuo..."
Like ink painting scroll, ink mountain has been stretching to the distance against the long water, and cyan is the only main color.
Jian Wushuang carried Nan Xuan, who was still asleep, and walked in front of the team, juxtaposing with the strong man.
There was nothing to say along the way, but Jian Wushuang grasped the details one by one during this period of time.
These accompanying men have extremely strong arms, and most of them have traces of spark burning on their forearms, and there are bright iron filings on their trouser legs. It can be seen that they are caused by years of cast iron.
At the same time, these men also respected Xu Tuo, the divine craftsman, as their master. Both the front and the side proved that this was the three inch mountain.
"I don't know the name of the visitor?" The strong man finally spoke.
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "Jian word, Wushuang."
"Jian, Mr. Jian," he suddenly looked embarrassed. "My master has a strange temper and has never been born in public. I'm afraid it's not easy to go to see him."
"Are there any obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.
The strong man nodded, "master has a strange temper and never shows up in public, so he set three passes for leisure. Only after the three passes can he see him."
"OK, I'll pass." He said, with calm eyes, he didn't think it was difficult.
Jian Wushuang's simplicity and calmness surprised the strong man. When he reacted, Jian Wushuang had been on the road alone.
All the men stayed where they were, staring at his back.
The skinny man hugged his arms and looked funny, "you say, can he really break through three levels?"
A man said, "he can poke a hole in the sky. What else can stop him?"
At this time, a calm man said, "even if you poke a hole in the sky, you may not be able to break our master's three levels."
"Don't forget, no monk has seen our master's real face."
"But he doesn't look like an ordinary monk."
"No matter how powerful it is, can he still be Yan Xian? Don't forget that even Yan Xian will be bound at Sanchun mountain."
The strong man waved his hand, "well, don't quarrel. Now the top priority is to see Master and let him make a decision."
"Then let's go quickly. I always feel that something bad has happened."
With the sound of the footsteps fading away, a group of the men disappeared in place and did not enter mountains.
……
This is a mountain, to be exact, a Jianshan!
Every hundred steps, there will be a sword, or a sword blank that is not even a sword, diagonally inserted into the ground, standing for thousands of years.
A kind of unspeakable slaughter, bleak intention swept across.
Stepping into this magnificent and heavy Jianshan, jianwushuang became cautious.
If there is a mountain pass, then this Jianshan must be the first pass. In order to see the craftsman Xu Tuo, he was extremely careful.
At the foot of the mountain, no less than 100000 sword blanks were inserted obliquely.
It's just that 100000 sword blanks are all iron, which won't have any resonance with the sword bearer, and even half a cent of wisdom didn't come out.
Walking here, the sword array is magnificent, which makes the sword unparalleled.
He was guessing who cast these unsophisticated sword blanks and why they gave up halfway.
At this time, Nan Xuan woke up from his sleep, stretched a long stretch, and looked listless, "little friend, where is this place?"
Jian Wushuang was helpless, and then told him the development of this mistake.
Listen, Nan Xuan said in surprise, "no, it's really such a coincidence?"
"Whether it's right or not, always try to do it."
After finishing this last sentence, Jian Wushuang went straight ahead.
"Xiaoyou, wait for me."
The vast Jianshan mountain is shrouded in misty clouds and smoke.
The two bodies walked firmly forward, unaware of the sword wind sweeping towards them.
Soon, the walking sword peerless found the clue in Jianshan.
The sword blanks that spread all over the foot of the mountain began to become sparse as they rose.
Even if the slightest hope was illusory again, it still appeared, and it appeared in a form destined by the way of heaven.
Sanchun mountain, an ethereal and extremely difficult place to find, was met in the form of a mistake.
For a time, jianwushuang didn't know what to do.
The young disciples lying in huamang, although quite nervous, are more curious and longing.
The unparalleled sword that broke the sky brought him too much imagination.
Strong, boundless strong, so that his memory is profound, and it is difficult to forget.
After finishing his mind, Jian Wushuang said, "then this is the place where Xu Tuo, the divine craftsman, is reclining?"
"Ah, Xu Tuo?" The young disciple was stunned, "who is he?"
Before he could speak again, the strong man who had been standing on the bank stepped forward and said, "visitor, what can I do for you?"
Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then said, "I came here to ask the craftsman some questions that have troubled him for many days."
The strong man frowned slightly, "but my master never sees guests easily. I'm afraid you may not be able to see them if you go."
"I still want to see you, or I'll have trouble sleeping and eating." Jian Wushuang said, throwing Nan Xuan aside and bowing his hand solemnly.
At this time, a thin man secretly pulled the corners of the strong man's clothes and whispered, "elder martial brother, you can't take him. You don't know how long master hasn't seen a guest. I'm afraid if you really want to take him there, master will vent his anger on us..."
"You don't see the younger martial brother in his hands. If we don't let go now, there will be disaster!" Said the strong man.
The skinny man wanted to say more, but after sighing, he stopped talking.
Then, he arched his hands and said, "if the visitor insists, we will naturally meet the visitor, but before that, can you put my junior brother back?"
Jian Wushuang was stunned. Then he secretly said that he was confused and hurriedly sent the young disciple back to the shore.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, the stout man directly raised his hand and gave him two candied chestnuts in the head.
The young disciple immediately said wrongfully, "elder martial brother, why did you hit me..."
"I'll teach you a lesson later. I can't remember anything!" The strong man said angrily.
Then he turned and arched his hands. "In that case, visitors please follow us."
Jian Wushuang nodded, picked up Nan Xuan, who was still asleep, and followed closely.
So far, nearly 50 strong men with red chests and baskets were walking on the water bank and moving towards the mountains.
The most immature disciple walked at the end of the team, holding the sword blank with one hand and touching his head with the other hand, muttering in a low voice, "it turns out that the taboo of my master is Xu Tuo..."
Like ink painting scroll, ink mountain has been stretching to the distance against the long water, and cyan is the only main color.
Jian Wushuang carried Nan Xuan, who was still asleep, and walked in front of the team, juxtaposing with the strong man.
There was nothing to say along the way, but Jian Wushuang grasped the details one by one during this period of time.
These accompanying men have extremely strong arms, and most of them have traces of spark burning on their forearms, and there are bright iron filings on their trouser legs. It can be seen that they are caused by years of cast iron.
At the same time, these men also respected Xu Tuo, the divine craftsman, as their master. Both the front and the side proved that this was the three inch mountain.
"I don't know the name of the visitor?" The strong man finally spoke.
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "Jian word, Wushuang."
"Jian, Mr. Jian," he suddenly looked embarrassed. "My master has a strange temper and has never been born in public. I'm afraid it's not easy to go to see him."
"Are there any obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.
The strong man nodded, "master has a strange temper and never shows up in public, so he set three passes for leisure. Only after the three passes can he see him."
"OK, I'll pass." He said, with calm eyes, he didn't think it was difficult.
Jian Wushuang's simplicity and calmness surprised the strong man. When he reacted, Jian Wushuang had been on the road alone.
All the men stayed where they were, staring at his back.
The skinny man hugged his arms and looked funny, "you say, can he really break through three levels?"
A man said, "he can poke a hole in the sky. What else can stop him?"
At this time, a calm man said, "even if you poke a hole in the sky, you may not be able to break our master's three levels."
"Don't forget, no monk has seen our master's real face."
"But he doesn't look like an ordinary monk."
"No matter how powerful it is, can he still be Yan Xian? Don't forget that even Yan Xian will be bound at Sanchun mountain."
The strong man waved his hand, "well, don't quarrel. Now the top priority is to see Master and let him make a decision."
"Then let's go quickly. I always feel that something bad has happened."
With the sound of the footsteps fading away, a group of the men disappeared in place and did not enter mountains.
……
This is a mountain, to be exact, a Jianshan!
Every hundred steps, there will be a sword, or a sword blank that is not even a sword, diagonally inserted into the ground, standing for thousands of years.
A kind of unspeakable slaughter, bleak intention swept across.
Stepping into this magnificent and heavy Jianshan, jianwushuang became cautious.
If there is a mountain pass, then this Jianshan must be the first pass. In order to see the craftsman Xu Tuo, he was extremely careful.
At the foot of the mountain, no less than 100000 sword blanks were inserted obliquely.
It's just that 100000 sword blanks are all iron, which won't have any resonance with the sword bearer, and even half a cent of wisdom didn't come out.
Walking here, the sword array is magnificent, which makes the sword unparalleled.
He was guessing who cast these unsophisticated sword blanks and why they gave up halfway.
At this time, Nan Xuan woke up from his sleep, stretched a long stretch, and looked listless, "little friend, where is this place?"
Jian Wushuang was helpless, and then told him the development of this mistake.
Listen, Nan Xuan said in surprise, "no, it's really such a coincidence?"
"Whether it's right or not, always try to do it."
After finishing this last sentence, Jian Wushuang went straight ahead.
"Xiaoyou, wait for me."
The vast Jianshan mountain is shrouded in misty clouds and smoke.
The two bodies walked firmly forward, unaware of the sword wind sweeping towards them.
Soon, the walking sword peerless found the clue in Jianshan.
The sword blanks that spread all over the foot of the mountain began to become sparse as they rose.
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