Chapter 5075? Sword and Mountain

Jian Wushuang only felt his heart surge, and a long-lost and unspeakable excitement emerged again.

Even if that thread of hope was no longer illusory, it still appeared, and it appeared in a form that was destined by heaven.

Sancun Mountain, this illusory and extremely hard to find place, was encountered in the form of a mistake.

For a time, Jian Wushuang didn't know what to do.

The immature disciples sitting in the Huamang, although they were quite nervous, were more curious and longing.

Jian Wushuang, who appeared in the sky, brought him too much imagination.

Powerful and boundless power made his memory so deep and unforgettable.

After tidying up his mind, Jian Wushuang said, "Then this is the place of retreat of the god craftsman Xu Tuo?"

"Ah, Xu Tuo?" The young disciple was startled, "Who is he?"

Before he could speak again, the burly man who had been standing on the shore stepped forward and said, "Guest, what are you looking for my master?"

Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then said, "I came here to ask the master craftsman some questions that have been troubled for many days."

The burly man frowned slightly, "But my master never sees guests easily. I'm afraid you may not be able to see him if you go."

"I still want to meet, otherwise, it will be difficult to sleep and eat." Jian Wushuang said, at the same time throwing Nan Xuan aside, solemnly handing over.

At this time, a lean man secretly pulled the corner of the strong man's shirt and whispered, "Senior brother, you can't take him there, it's not like you don't know how long it has been since Master has seen a guest, I'm afraid I really want to take him there. , Master will take out his anger at us..."

"You didn't see the younger brother in his hands, if we don't let go now, there will be disasters!" said the strong man.

The lean man wanted to say more, but after sighing, he stopped talking.

Immediately afterwards, he cupped his hands and said, "If the visitor insists, I will naturally receive the visitor, but before that, can you put my little junior brother back?"

Jian Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and 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 strong man raised his hand and gave him two sugar chestnuts on his head.

The immature disciple suddenly said aggrieved, "Senior brother, what are you beating me for..."

"I'll teach you later, I won't remember anything!" said the sturdy man angrily.

Then he turned around and cupped his hands, "If that's the case, please come with us."

Jian Wushuang nodded, picked up Nan Xuan, who was still in a drowsy state, and followed closely.

At this point, nearly fifty burly men with red chests, carrying baskets on their backs, walked on the waterfront and headed for the mountains.

The youngest disciple walked at the back of the line, holding the sword blank with one hand and stroking his head with the other, muttering softly, "So my master's name is Xu Tuo..."

Like a painting scroll of ink and wash, the mountain of ink stretches into the distance against the long water, and cyan is the only main color.

Jian Wushuang carried Nan Xuan, who was still in a coma, and walked at the front of the team, juxtaposed with the burly man.

There was nothing to say along the way, but Jian Wushuang grasped the details one by one during this period of time.

The arms of these accompanying men are extremely strong, and most of them have traces of burning sparks on the forearms, and there are bright iron filings on the trouser legs.

At the same time, these men also honored the master craftsman Xu Tuo as their master. Whether it is from the front or the side, it is enough to prove that this is Sancun Mountain.

"I don't know what the guest's name is?" The burly man finally spoke.

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly, "Sword word, Wushuang."

"Jian, Master Jian," he suddenly became embarrassed, "My master has an odd temperament and has never been shown to the public before. I'm afraid it will not be easy to ask for a meeting here."

"Are there any obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.

The burly man nodded, "Master has a quirky temper, and he has never shown himself in public, so he set up three barriers for the sake of leisure. Once the three barriers are passed, it is possible to see him."

"Okay, I'll go." He said, his eyes were calm, and he didn't think it was making things difficult.

Jian Wushuang's simplicity and calmness surprised the sturdy man. When he reacted, Jian Wushuang was already on his way alone.

All the men stayed where they were, staring closely at his back.

The lean man folded his arms with a playful expression, "Do you think he can really pass three levels?"

A man said, "He can stab 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 through the three barriers of our master."

"Don't forget, no monk has seen the real face of our master."

"But he doesn't look like an ordinary monk."

"No matter how powerful he is, can he still be Yanxian? Don't forget, even Yanxian will be bound when he reaches Sancun Mountain."

The burly man waved his hand, "Okay, stop arguing. The most urgent task now is to see Master and let him make a decision."

"Then let's go, I always feel that something bad is happening."

With the sound of footsteps getting farther away, all the men disappeared in place and did not enter the mountain.

...

This is a mountain, to be precise, a sword mountain!

Every hundred steps, there will be a sword, or a sword blank that is not even a sword, inserted obliquely on the ground, standing for eternity.

An unspeakable chill, bleak meaning swept across.

Stepping into this magnificent and heavy Jianshan, Jian Wushuang became cautious.

If there is a mountain pass, then this mountain of swords must be the first pass. In order to meet the master craftsman Xu Tuo, he was extremely careful.

As far as the eye can see, just at the foot of the mountain, there are no less than 100,000 sword blanks inserted obliquely.

It's just that the 100,000-handed sword blanks are all iron, and they won't resonate with the sword-wielder, not even a half-point of wisdom.

Walking here, the sword array is magnificent, making Jian Wushuang ponder.

He was guessing who made these insane sword blanks, and why they gave up halfway.

Right at this moment, Nan Xuan woke up from his coma, stretched out a long slack, and looked sullen, "Little friend, what is this place?"

Jian Wushuang was helpless, and then told him about the development of the accident.

After listening, Nan Xuan said in surprise, "No way, is there such a coincidence?"

"Whether it's right or not, always try to do it."

After Jian Wushuang said the last sentence, he walked straight ahead.

"Little friend, wait for me."

Sword Mountain is vast, shrouded in misty clouds.

The two figures walked forward firmly, ignoring the sword wind sweeping towards them.

Soon, Jian Wushuang, who was walking forward, discovered the clues in the Jianshan.

The sword blanks that spread all over the foot of the mountain began to sparse as they continued to rise.