Jian Wushuang only felt a surge of emotion, an indescribable excitement that he had not felt for a long time.
Even if that glimmer of hope was illusory, it still appeared, and it appeared in a form that was destined by the Heavenly Dao.
The Three-Inch Mountain, this illusory and extremely difficult to find place, was accidentally encountered.
For a moment, Jian Wushuang did not know how to react.
And the young disciple lying in the brilliance, although he was quite nervous, he was more curious and longing.
Jian Wushuang, who had broken through the sky, had given him too many imaginations.
Powerful, boundless power, left a deep impression on him, and it was difficult for him to forget.
After sorting out his mind, Jian Wushuang said, "Then, is this the place where the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo secludes himself?"
"Ah, Xu Tuo?" The young disciple was startled, "He, who is he?"
Before he could speak again, the burly man who had been standing on the shore stepped forward and said, "Guest, why are you looking for my master?"
Jian Wushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "I'm here to ask the Divine Craftsman some questions that have been troubling me for many days."
The burly man frowned slightly, "But my master will not meet guests easily, I'm afraid you may not be able to see him even if you go."
"I still want to see him, otherwise, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace." Jian Wushuang said, and at the same time, threw Nan Xuan aside, and solemnly cupped his hands.
At this time, a lean man secretly pulled the corner of the burly man's clothes, and whispered, "Senior Brother, we can't take him there, you know how long it has been since our master last met guests, I'm afraid if we really take him there, our master will vent his anger on us …"
"Didn't you see that our Junior Brother is in his hands, if we don't relent now, there will be a disaster!" The burly man said.
The lean man still wanted to say more, but after a sigh, he said no more.
Then, he cupped his hands and said, "If the guest insists, we will naturally meet you, but before that, can you let my Junior Brother go?"
Jian Wushuang was startled, and only then did he secretly call himself silly, and hurriedly sent the young disciple back to the shore.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, the burly man directly raised his hand and gave him two candies on the head.
The young disciple felt wronged and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, why did you hit me …"
"I'll teach you a lesson in the future. You won't remember anything!" The burly man said angrily.
Then, he turned around and cupped his hands. "Since that's the case, please follow us."
Jian Wushuang nodded, picked up the still unconscious Nan Xuan, and followed closely behind.
At this point, nearly fifty bare-chested burly men carrying baskets were walking on the shore towards the mountains.
The youngest and most tender disciple walked at the back of the group. He held the sword in one hand and stroked his head with the other. He muttered softly, "So my master's name is Xu Tuo …"
It was like an ink-and-blue painting scroll, with the ink mountains against the long river stretching into the distance. Green was the only main color.
Jian Wushuang carried the still unconscious Nan Xuan and walked at the front of the group, side by side with the burly man.
They didn't speak along the way, but Jian Wushuang grasped all the details in this period of time.
The arms of these accompanying men were extremely strong, and most of them had burn marks on their forearms. There were also sparkling iron shavings on their trousers. It was obvious at a glance that these were the result of years of casting iron.
At the same time, these men respectfully called Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo their master. Whether it was the front or the side, it was enough to prove that this was the Three Inch Mountain.
"May I know the name of our guest?" The burly man finally spoke.
Jian Wushuang nodded slightly. "The character 'Jian', Wushuang."
"S-Sir Jian," he suddenly looked troubled. "My master's temperament is eccentric, and he has never appeared in public. I'm afraid that it won't be easy to seek an audience with him."
"Are there any more obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.
The burly man nodded. "Master's temperament is eccentric, and he has never appeared in public. Therefore, in order to seek leisure, he set up three trials. Only after passing the three trials can we have a chance to see him."
"Alright, I'll pass," he said. His gaze was calm, and he didn't feel that he was making things difficult for him at all.
Jian Wushuang's straightforwardness and calmness surprised the burly man. By the time he reacted, Jian Wushuang had already set off on his own.
The group of men stayed where they were, closely staring at his back.
The lean man crossed his arms, a playful expression on his face. "Say, do you think he can really pass the three trials?"
A man spoke. "He can even pierce a hole in the sky, what else can stop him?"
At this time, a calm-looking man said, "Even if he pierces a hole in the sky, he might not be able to pass the three trials set up by our master."
"Don't forget, no cultivator has seen our master's true appearance."
"But he doesn't look like an ordinary cultivator."
"No matter how powerful he is, could he be a Derived Immortal? Don't forget, even a Derived Immortal would be restricted at Three Inch Mountain. "
The burly man waved his hand. "Alright, stop arguing. The most important thing now is to see Master and let him make a decision."
"Then let's go quickly. I keep feeling that something bad is about to happen."
As the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, the group of men disappeared on the spot. They didn't enter the mountain.
…
This was a mountain. To be precise, it was a mountain of swords!
Every hundred steps, there would be a sword, or a sword embryo that couldn't even be considered a sword, stuck into the ground at an angle. It had stood there for countless years.
An indescribable sense of desolation and desolation swept through the place.
Stepping into this vast and heavy mountain of swords, Jian Wushuang became cautious.
If there really was a mountain trial, then this mountain of swords would definitely be the first trial. In order to see Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo, he was extremely careful.
As far as the eye could see, just the foot of the mountain alone had no less than 100,000 sword embryos stuck into the ground.
However, these 100,000 sword embryos were all ordinary iron and wouldn't resonate with the sword wielder. They didn't even have the slightest bit of intelligence.
Walking here, the grand sword formation made Jian Wushuang ponder deeply.
He was guessing who made these sword embryos without intelligence and why they gave up halfway.
At this moment, Nan Xuan woke up from his sleep. He stretched his back and looked dispirited. "Little friend, where is this place?"
Jian Wushuang was helpless. Then, he told him about this accidental development.
After listening, Nan Xuan said in surprise, "It can't be. Is there really such a coincidence?"
"No matter whether it's right or not, I have to try."
After saying this last sentence, Jian Wushuang walked straight ahead.
"Little friend, wait for me."
The mountain of swords was vast and was shrouded in misty clouds.
The two figures walked forward with firm steps, completely ignoring the sword wind that was sweeping towards them.
Soon, Jian Wushuang, who was walking forward, found some clues about this mountain of swords.
The sword embryos that covered the entire foot of the mountain gradually became sparse as they rose.
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