Chapter 5083

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

This time, the unparalleled movement of the sword was faster.

Almost at the moment when the young man left, he shot.

Using the palm as a knife, 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 body, and his eyes were full of indignation at being humiliated.

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

"I want you to take care of it!" The young man's face suddenly turned red, as if he had been stabbed to the pain, and wanted to reach out and take back the long sword.

But the sword was unparalleled, but he took a step first, and his arm shook hard. At that time, the long sword in his hand was fragmented, leaving only one hilt.

The long sword was broken, and the sword 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 is unparalleled and can bend to avoid. At the same time, he said, "the sword body is too fragile and has no aura. The only commendable point is that the impurities have been completely tempered and cast with great care."

The young man was stiff, but then he continued to struggle.

And jianwushuang seems to be very interested in seizing the sword. He won another sword in a few seconds.

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

"You dare to deceive people too much!"

……

"This sword is also good, but it's still green. Come again!"

In this way, the original fight turned into a farce like fight.

The young man is like a sword storehouse. He constantly pulls out his long sword and stabs it at the unparalleled sword.

The sword is unparalleled. It's like an old master. Standing in the clouds, he directly grabbed the long sword to comment on it, and then broke it one by one.

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

Looking at this scene, Nan Xuan could not help but get his eyes tongue tied, "can you do this?"

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

Jianwushuang 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 said simply, "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 he was the fastest for a moment and told his master.

The sword is matchless. It seems that this guy's head doesn't work well.

The next moment, a sullen voice sounded, "that's enough, you stupid disciple. You've cast your head silly when casting a sword!"

The sword's peerless eyes coagulated in an instant and looked at the clouds ahead.

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

After hearing the reprimand, the young man quickly knelt down on one knee with red face and red ears, "master, forgive me. I'm stupid and failed to fulfill your request."

The clouds seemed to be boiling, like a pouring furnace, and the whole sky began 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 pudgy 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 under me."

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

Moreover, jianwushuang 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 black and 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 was trembling and buried his head lower.

The sword is matchless, retreats half a step and nods slightly.

The pudgy old man with black and red face stepped in the air and stood in front of him. Then he looked directly at the unparalleled sword and looked up and down.

After a while, he said coldly, "is it you who guide my disciple without shame?"

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

"Good seedling?" The pudgy old man suddenly sneered, "my disciple is famous for his stupidity. Among my many disciples, there is a countdown. How can I say a good seedling?"

The young man kneeling on one knee heard the master's conclusion. His face turned white and his immortal body began to tremble. It seemed that he might collapse at any time.

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

Despair breeds.

At this time, the sword peerless spoke again, "casting a sword is casting a heart. The pain is far from what ordinary monks can bear."

"There are countless swordsmen in heaven, but who is worthy of being a craftsman and who is worthy of casting the most precious 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's destiny?"

The sword matchless smiled and looked at him and said, "dare you ask the elder, but the divine craftsman Xu Tuo?"

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

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

"Younger generation, you are killing my patience." The pudgy old man frowned and was obviously dissatisfied.

The sword matchless 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 reach your level in the end!"

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

But soon, he recovered and continued to sneer, "hum, it's pure nonsense. You don't even know how many of my disciples, so you dare to make such an assertion?"

"No matter how many, there will only be two," Jian matchless 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 a condition."

"Naturally, as long as you guess, don't say one condition, that's ten, and I'll follow you!"

The sword nodded, raised his palm directly, pointed to the young man 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!