Chapter 5079?

The young Yanxian got up quickly, pulled out another long sword from somewhere, and slashed towards Jian Wushuang.

This time, Jian Wushuang's movements were faster.

Almost as soon as the young man set off, he shot.

Using his palm as a knife, Jian Wushuang pulled towards his head and grabbed his long sword at an unimaginable speed.

The young man who flew out reluctantly stopped his body, and his eyes were full of humiliation and resentment.

Jian Wushuang, who took the long sword, did not rush to do it, but glanced at the long sword in his hand, "Made it yourself?"

"It's up to you!" The young man's face suddenly turned red, as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot, and he wanted to reach out and retrieve the long sword.

But Jian Wushuang was one step ahead of him, his arm shook with force, and the long sword in his palm was shattered, leaving only a hilt.

The long sword shattered, and the sword body shattered into pieces, falling like snowflakes.

"You deceive people too much!" The young man was furious, and suddenly pulled out a long sword and stabbed Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang bowed to avoid it, and said at the same time, "The body of the sword is too brittle and has no aura. The only thing worthy of praise is that the impurities have been completely tempered and cast with great care."

The young man froze for a moment, but then continued to fight.

Jian Wushuang seemed to be very interested in capturing the sword, and he captured another sword within a few seconds.

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

"How dare you deceive people too much!"

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"This sword is not bad, but it's still a blank sword, come again!"

In this way, what was originally a fight turned into a farce-like fight.

The young man is like a sword storehouse, constantly drawing out his long sword and stabbing at Jian Wushuang.

And Jian Wushuang, like an old master, stood in the clouds and directly grabbed the long sword and commented on it, and then shattered one by one.

So much so that in the end, the young man simply handed the sword in his hand,

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Looking at this scene, Nan Xuan couldn't help but stunned, "Is this still possible?"

In the end, the young man was reluctant to speak, "Who are you and why do you understand swords so well?"

Jian Wushuang didn't answer him, but said, "Okay, all 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."

"Um?"

"..."

The air froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, apparently realizing that he was the fastest, and told the master.

Jian Wushuang smirked, it seems that this guy's head is not very good.

The next moment, a somewhat sullen voice sounded, "Enough, you fool, you made your head foolish by casting a sword!"

Jian Wushuang's eyes froze for a moment, looking at the clouds ahead.

The clouds were suddenly far and near, and mottled sparks flew in them, like a huge furnace, and the clouds and smoke began to turn red.

After hearing this reprimand, the young man hurriedly knelt down on one knee, his face flushed, "Master forgives the sin, the disciple is stupid and failed to fulfill your entrustment."

The clouds seemed to boil, like a pouring furnace, causing the whole sky to boil.

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

As the sky turned red and boiled, a slightly chunky figure walked slowly from the end of the sky from far to near.

Sensing the fluctuation of breath in the air, Nan Xuan's complexion changed, he hurriedly rushed to Jian Wushuang's side, and said in a low voice, "Attention, the visitor is a Dayan immortal who is not stronger than me."

He nodded, how could Xu Tuo, who is so famous in the entire Da Siyu and extremely mysterious, not be Dayan Immortal?

Moreover, Jian Wushuang guessed that the god craftsman Xu Tuo may have existed since the ancient times.

Walking slowly on the fiery red clouds, it was an old man with a black and red face and a squatter figure.

He stared at a pair of bull's eyes, and he was proud of himself without anger with his hands on his back.

When the young man saw this, he was trembling and buried his head even lower.

Jian Wushuang took a half step back and nodded slightly.

The short and fat old man with a black and red face stepped out of the air, stood in front of him, and then looked directly at Jian Wushuang, looking up and down.

After a long while, he said coldly, "You are the one who outspokenly instructed my disciple?"

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

"Good seedling?" The short and fat old man suddenly sneered, "My apprentice is notoriously stupid, and among my many apprentices, he is the last one. How can you talk about a good seedling?"

The young man kneeling on one knee heard the conclusion of Master's coffin, and his face suddenly turned pale, his immortal body began to tremble, and it seemed that he might collapse at any time.

The blow of this language is far more terrifying than the previous sword capture.

Despair breeds.

At this time, Jian Wushuang said again, "Casting a sword means casting a heart. The pain involved is far beyond what ordinary monks can endure."

"There are countless swordsmiths in Tianyu, but who is worthy of being a craftsman and who is worthy of casting a treasure? In fact, it was already predestined from the very beginning."

Hearing this, the chubby old man sneered, "Ridiculous, who dares to say fate?"

Jian Wushuang smiled, looked at him and said, "Dare to ask if senior is the master craftsman Xu Tuo?"

"Yes." The chunky old man said simply, "but what does it have to do with the fate you said?"

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

"Junior, you are killing my patience." The chunky old man frowned, obviously dissatisfied.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "I don't dare, but the kid dares to assert that no matter how many disciples there are under the Master Craftsman, there are only two who can reach your level in the end!"

The stout old man who was originally frowning was obviously startled, and there was a hint of shock that could not be hidden in his eyes.

But soon, he recovered and continued to sneer, "Hmph, it's just full of nonsense, you don't even know how many disciples there are under this old master, so you dare to make such an assertion?"

"No matter how many, there will only be two," Jian Wushuang smiled mysteriously, "Do you dare to gamble, I know which two they are?"

"Gambling? Why don't you dare to gamble, I'm afraid that you will be arrogant!"

"Senior is happy, if I guess which two they are, please promise me a condition."

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

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

The long wind suddenly rose, and the young man whose mood fell to the bottom was lifted up!