Chapter 5080

He couldn't believe that this young Yan Xian, who broke nearly a hundred long swords after only a few hours of meeting, now said that he would be able to compare with master in the future, which was too unimaginable.

Seeing that jianwushuang was so determined, even the pudgy old man was shocked, but soon disdained to say, "in fact, it is absurd, a bunch of nonsense!"

Jian Wushuang smiled, "only you know whether I'm nonsense."

"Tell me why." The stout old man stared at him and said quite seriously.

He nodded and continued, "the reason is very simple. His sword casting technique is not good. It can even be said that he is still in the entry stage. From this, we can see that it is clumsy."

"However, he made up for his weakness with diligence. Just in the previous war, he showed nearly 100 swords, and one was better than one. If I guessed right, he cast more than 10000 swords."

Hearing this, the young man kneeling in the clouds suddenly raised his head and looked at the sword with disbelief, as if he was secretly surprised to be found.

After hearing this, the pudgy old man shook his head and said, "diligence can make up for weakness. This is a great fallacy. Since ancient times, how many monks can reach the end?"

Jian Wushuang smiled, "diligence can really make up for clumsiness, but this is only as an initial condition. More importantly, whether his master will spare no effort to teach."

"Hum!" He shook his sleeve, "nonsense, then tell me who is another disciple?"

Nan Xuan looked quite nervous and misty. He clearly came to this world with Jian Wushuang. Why did he not find anything, but Jian Wushuang was talking?

Jian Wushuang said, "the disciple with the youngest age and the most flexible eyes is the second."

As soon as he said this, the pudgy old man could no longer hide his surprise in his eyes, and his terrifying deriving force directly covered the whole sky.

"Who on earth are you and how do you know so much?"

Nanxuan was like a great enemy, and also released a surging and terrible derivative force.

While Jian Wushuang was still indifferent, completely unaffected by the pudgy old man, "I came here just to ask the master craftsman a question, and there were no other messy ideas."

"As for why I know so much, I told you one by one after you calmed down."

In an instant, the tit for tat derivative force dissipated directly, and the pudgy old man returned to his previous indifference, but there was no contempt in his eyes, "please say."

Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "I have been looking for the master craftsman for some time. Finally, I entered this world by mistake. More coincidentally, I met a group of disciples of the master craftsman at that time, including nearly 50."

"Due to the reason of the heavenly phenomenon, those disciples all fled in panic, and even the sword blanks on the bank were discarded at will. However, one of them fell into the water because he firmly hugged the sword blanks."

"I saved him and had a brief conversation. From his eyes, I saw unspeakable obsession and far more talent than my peers."

"These two disciples are my choice."

After saying the last sentence, Jian Wushuang nodded and looked at the pudgy old man.

After a long silence, the world was silent.

The squat old man's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he kept looking at him. For a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "are you the one who sat down with the son?"

"No, I'm not any force, only tourists floating and sinking between heaven and earth." Jian Wushuang said very simply and decisively without hesitation.

It seemed that he was judging whether what he said was true or not. Finally, he smiled secretly, "what an interesting descendant."

"Well, that's enough. Come with me."

With that, the pudgy old man turned and walked to the depths of the clouds, and his voice rang out.

"Don't kneel there, stupid apprentice, cast another thousand swords for me, and insert them into Jianshan after casting."

Hearing this, the young man solemnly said, "obey master."

Jian Wushuang shook his head with a smile and followed the pudgy old man with Nan Xuan.

Then, the young man followed him step by step, and then bowed his hands solemnly, "I'm stupid and can't say anything, but I still want to thank you solemnly."

Jian Wushuang smiled, waved his hand and said, "thank me. Don't bother your master more in the future. Learn more."

"I will." His eyes were burning with determination.

After the last level, the craftsman Xu Tuo took the initiative to show up, which saved jianwushuang a lot of trouble and gave him a preliminary understanding of Xu Tuo.

The Sanchun mountain heaven is far bigger than some ordinary heaven, with strong derivation, which is extremely suitable for cultivation.

But Jian Wushuang guessed that there were no more than a hundred monks living in the whole three inch mountain heaven, or even less.

However, although there are few monks, there are so many pavilions in the sky that you can easily feel the subtlety of shuttling through them.

The squat old man carried his hands and walked slowly.

And Jian Wushuang followed, did not speak, and was happy.

For nearly half an hour, I shuttled through the clouds and finally came to an extremely magnificent and vast Taoist field.

The dojo is square, with a edge of 100000 Li. It is built of dark rocks, and there is a strange smell surrounding the whole dojo.

If the Taoist field alone is not too shocking, what surprises jianwushuang is the huge tripod placed on the Taoist field.

There are ten giant tripods, each of which is huge to the extreme, like sacred mountains on the Taoist field.

Like boiling soup, the black red magma rolled and roared in the huge cauldron, with boundless sparks overflowing, which was extremely shocking.

At the same time, the derivatization in the sky formed ten violent eddies, all of which poured into the huge tripod, which was extremely shocking.

It is conceivable that once the magma in the cauldron falls, it will be an unimaginable disaster.

Here is the Taoist temple where the craftsman Xu Tuo made the treasure!

The pudgy old man stopped and looked at the sword and said, "you are the only outsider here except my disciples."

"It's a great honor." The sword has no double nod.

The pudgy old man was extremely satisfied and couldn't help nodding, "humble younger generation, with a bit of my style in those days."

Next, under his guidance, Jian Wushuang and Nan Xuan proudly entered this vast Zhibao Taoist field.

Layers of dark blue derivative force fluctuations are like a huge boundary, protecting this Taoist field.

One step into it, instantly an unspeakable heavy pressure came on my face.

Caught off guard, even Nan xuandu, who was a Dayan immortal, couldn't help humming.

The pressure here is far more than any heaven, even hundreds of times in the void. I'm afraid Yan Xian will be hit irreparably in an instant if he rashly steps here.