Chapter 5079

Young Yan Xian quickly got up, pulled out another long sword from somewhere, and cut to the sword.

This time, the action of jianwushuang is faster.

Almost at the moment the young man set out, he shot.

Making a knife with his palm, the sword peerless drew to his head and grabbed his long sword at an unimaginable speed.

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

The sword that grabbed the long sword was unparalleled. Instead of rushing to start, he glanced at the long sword in his hand and said, "made it by himself?"

"It's up to you!" The young man's face suddenly turned red, as if he had been stabbed to the pain, and he wanted to reach out and take back the sword.

But the sword unparalleled but first he step, arm force a shock, immediately in the palm of the long sword will be fragmented, leaving only a sword handle.

The long sword was broken, and its body was broken into pieces, falling like snowflakes.

"You deceive people too much!" The young man was so angry that he suddenly pulled out a long sword and stabbed it into the sword.

The sword was unparalleled and bent to avoid, and said, "the sword is too fragile and has no aura. The only commendable thing is that the impurities have been completely tempered and cast with great care."

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

And Jian Wushuang seemed to be very interested in grabbing the sword, and won another sword within a few seconds.

"This sword is better. It is much better than the previous two swords, but it is still a sword."

"You dare to deceive others too much!"

……

"This sword is not bad, but it's still green. Come again!"

In this way, the original fight turned into a farcical fight.

The young man is like a sword library, constantly drawing out a long sword and stabbing it at the unparalleled sword.

The sword is unparalleled, just like an old master, standing in the clouds, directly grabbed the long sword to comment, and then shattered one by one.

So that in the end, the young man simply handed the sword in his hand and waited for comment.

Looking at this scene, Nan Xuan couldn't help but tongue tied his eyes, "can it be like this?"

Finally, the young man was unwilling to say, "who on earth are you and why do you know swords so well?"

Jian Wushuang didn't answer him, but said, "well, all the questions are answered. Now it's your turn to answer my questions."

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

"Huh?"

“……”

The air was frozen, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It was obvious that he had realized that the fastest time was for him, and he told his master.

Jian Wushuang laughed. It seems that this guy's head is not very good.

The next moment, a somewhat sulky voice sounded, "enough, you stupid apprentice, casting swords makes your head stupid!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes coagulated in an instant and looked at the clouds in front of him.

The clouds were far and near, with mottled sparks flying in them, like a huge furnace, and the clouds began to become red.

After hearing this reprimand, the young man quickly knelt on one knee, blushing and hearing equator, "master, forgive me. I'm stupid and didn't complete your instructions."

The clouds seemed to be boiling, like a pouring furnace, making the whole sky begin to boil.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang's breath was a little short. The closer he was to the truth, the more nervous he was.

As the sky became red and boiling, a slightly squat figure came slowly from the end of the sky from far to near.

Aware of the fluctuation of the air, Nan Xuan's face changed. He hurried to jianwushuang and whispered, "attention, the comer is a Dayan immortal whose strength is not below me."

He nodded. How could Xu Tuo, who was so famous and mysterious in the whole department, not be Dayan Xian?

Moreover, Jian Wushuang guessed that the craftsman Xu Tuo probably existed since the ancient times.

Walking slowly on the red clouds of fire, an old man with a dark red face and a stout figure came.

He stared at a pair of bull eyes, carried his hands, and threatened himself without anger.

The young man saw this, trembling, his head buried lower.

Jian Wushuang retreated half a step and nodded slightly.

The pudgy old man with black and red face stepped in the air, stood in front of him, and then looked directly at jianwushuang, looking up and down.

After a while, he said coldly, "is that your shameless guidance to my apprentice?"

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

"Good seedling?" The pudgy old man suddenly sneered, "my apprentice is famous for his stupidity. Among my many apprentices, it is the existence of the countdown. How can I say a good seedling?"

Hearing master's conclusion, the young man kneeling on one knee suddenly turned pale, and the immortal body began to tremble, as if he might collapse at any time.

The blow of this language is far more terrible than the sword seized previously.

Despair breeds.

At this time, Jian Wushuang said again, "casting a sword is casting a heart. The pain is far beyond the endurance of ordinary monks."

"In the realm of heaven, there are countless sword makers, but who is qualified to be a craftsman and who is qualified to cast the treasure? In fact, it was already doomed at the beginning."

The pudgy old man sniffed at the speech, "absurd, who dares to say that it is doomed?"

Jian Wushuang smiled and looked at him. "Dare to ask, master, is it Xu Tuo, a craftsman?"

"Yes." The pudgy old man simply said, "but what does this have to do with what you said about destiny?"

After being confirmed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued, "then how many disciples are there under the divine craftsman?"

"Younger generation, you are killing my patience." The pudgy old man frowned, obviously in dissatisfaction.

Jian Wushuang smiled, "no, but the boy dares to assert that no matter how many disciples there are under the divine craftsman, there will only be two who can finally reach your level!"

The pudgy old man, who had frowned, was obviously stunned, and an invisible shock flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he resumed this, and continued to sniff, "hum, it's pure nonsense. How many of my disciples do you dare to make such an assertion without knowing?"

"No matter how many, there will only be two," Jian Wushuang smiled mysteriously. "Elder, dare you bet? I know which two?"

"Gambling? Why don't I dare to gamble? I'm afraid you'll talk wildly!" The pudgy old man disdained, "let's bet."

"Master, if I guess which two are, please promise me one condition."

"Naturally, as long as you guess, don't mention one condition, that is, ten, I will follow you!"

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

The sudden rise of the long wind gave a boost to the young man whose mood fell to the bottom!