Ling Luoyu:

She has heard of the name of the world's first sword casting master.

Let's not talk about his ability, but just his age.

He became famous in 2000 years ago!

If this place is the place where he made his sword, then this place can definitely be called "ruins".

Two thousand years!!

But what she cares about most now is the sword!

The sword named mietian!!

Her eyes trembled, and Ling Luoyu seemed to have forgotten the situation of being slaughtered and gave a sneer of death.

"Tingtong, I'm a little less educated, but you don't fool me too much The swordsman It's called Cen Jia. It seems that it has been thousands of years since now!? All the things he used must be rotten to pieces?! If you look at this place, it will look like hundreds of years at most, even if it has not been for thousands of years. How could it be his exclusive land... "

"What do you know?" When Tingtong scorned him, he seemed to be looking at an idiot: "all the things here are made and designed by Cen Jia himself. All things, not to mention thousands of years, can still be used even if they are tens of thousands of years!"

He suddenly sighed and looked in the direction of the sword.

"Had it not been for the accident, the present mietian would have been born long ago!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned slightly, "what's the matter?"

Pavilion with the eyes of instant convergence, seems to be a bit afraid.

"You are a dying man. What do you want to do with all that?"

"It's just because I'm going to die, that's why I ask you clearly! Otherwise, when you get underground, Lord Yan asked me, how did you die? Answer I do not know! What a shame, you say

Ling Luoyu frowned bitterly, as if he was not going to die, but would like to travel to the local government for a day.

"What's more, the culprit What's the use of that broken sword to destroy the sky? Looks like it's been burning for years, isn't it? "

"Mietian is the only sword Cen Jia left here, which has been forged for 2000 years A thousand years ago, because of the destruction of the soul of fire, it failed to refine it! This time, it's your destruction that makes this place so messy

Tingtong seems to have been touched by the pain and stomped his feet.

"This failure will have to wait another thousand years..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply and asked carefully, "that Well, if you want it in a hurry, you'd better go to the two purple robes I think they are very good at this sword... "

"Nonsense, they are two brothers of dingdong and Dingxi, and they are Cen Jia's own disciples They are twins. They share the same mind and have a good understanding, so they inherit the fire of yin and Yang separately!! In this world, in addition to their brothers, only Cen Jia can refine mietian... "

Pavilion with the head to look at the sky, suddenly very typhoid.

"It's true that human calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation! Our pavilion has been trembling for so many years. I'm afraid that there will be a little mistake, but I didn't expect that it would still be like this Is it really that the evil spirit of our Pavilion is not enough to frighten it, so that the heaven is angry and the fate is the result? "

Ling Luoyu heart said that this is all a mess, it sounds like listening to the book of heaven.

CEN Jia was a famous sword maker 2000 years ago. If dingdong and Dingxi were his own disciples, how old would they be?

Still can't live into the rhythm of a thousand year old demon?!

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