The young Derived Immortal youth quickly got up and pulled out a long sword from somewhere, slashing at Jian Wushuang.
This time, Jian Wushuang's movements were even faster.
Almost at the instant when the young man moved, he attacked.
Using his palm as a knife, Jian Wushuang slashed at his head and seized his long sword at an unimaginable speed.
The young man who flew backward barely stopped himself, his eyes full of humiliation and resentment.
Jian Wushuang, who seized the long sword, was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he looked at the long sword in his hand. "You forged it yourself?"
"None of your business!" The young man's face suddenly turned red, as if his sore spot had been poked, and he reached out to seize the long sword.
However, Jian Wushuang was one step ahead of him. With a forceful shake of his arm, the long sword in his hand immediately shattered, leaving only the sword hilt.
The long sword shattered into pieces, falling down like snowflakes.
"You're too much!" The young man was furious. He suddenly pulled out a long sword and stabbed at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang bent his body to dodge and said at the same time, "The sword is too brittle and has no spirituality. The only praiseworthy point is that the impurities have been completely hammered out. Very meticulous forging."
The young man's body stiffened, but then he continued to fight.
Meanwhile, Jian Wushuang seemed to be extremely interested in seizing the sword, and within a few breaths of time, he seized another sword.
"This sword is not bad, much better than the previous two sword embryos, but it's still an embryos."
"You still dare to bully me!"
…
"This sword is also not bad, but it's still an embryos. Again!"
Just like that, the original battle actually turned into a farce of a fight.
The young man was like a sword storage, constantly pulling out long swords to stab at Jian Wushuang.
Meanwhile, Jian Wushuang was like an old master, standing in the clouds and directly seizing the long swords, commenting, and then shattering them one by one.
In the end, the young man simply handed the sword to him and waited for his evaluation.
Nan Xuan who saw this scene could not help but be dumbfounded. "You can do this?"
In the end, the young man said unwillingly, "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much about swords?"
Jian Wushuang did not answer him. Instead, he said, "Alright, I've answered all your questions. Now it's your turn to answer mine."
"No," the young man refused without hesitation. "I won't tell you that my master lives here."
"Hmm?"
"…"
The air froze and the corners of his mouth twitched. Clearly, he realized that he had blurted out his master's name.
Jian Wushuang stifled a laugh. It seemed that this guy's brain wasn't working too well.
In the next moment, a slightly angry voice rang out. "Enough, you stupid disciple. You've made your head stupid from forging swords!"
Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes and looked at the clouds in front of him.
The clouds were sometimes far and sometimes close, and there were mottled sparks flying within them. It was like a huge furnace, and the clouds were beginning to turn red.
After the young man heard the reprimand, he hurriedly knelt on one knee and said with a red face, "Master, please forgive me. I was stupid and could not complete your task."
The clouds seemed to be boiling, like a furnace that had been poured, causing the entire sky to boil.
Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang's breathing became hurried. The closer he was to the truth, the more nervous he became.
As the red sky boiled, a slightly short and fat figure approached from afar, slowly walking over from the end of the sky.
Nan Xuan's expression changed when he sensed the aura fluctuation in the air. He hurriedly rushed to Jian Wushuang's side and said in a low voice, "Be careful. It's a Grand Expansion Immortal whose strength is not below mine."
He nodded. How could Xu Tuo, who was so famous and mysterious in the entire Dsi Region, not be a Grand Expansion Immortal?
Moreover, Jian Wushuang guessed that the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo might have existed since the Ancient Gazing Era.
The person who walked slowly on the fiery red clouds was a slightly dark red face and a slightly short and fat old man.
He stared with a pair of bull-like eyes, and his hands were behind his back.
When the young man saw this, he trembled and lowered his head even more.
Jian Wushuang took half a step back and nodded slightly.
The short and fat old man with a dark red face walked on air and stood in front of him. Then, he looked straight at Jian Wushuang and sized him up.
After a while, he said coldly, "You're the one who shamelessly guided my disciple?"
Jian Wushuang said seriously, "I can't say I guided him. I just didn't want to waste such a good seedling."
"Good seedling?" The short and fat old man suddenly sneered, "This disciple of mine is famous for being stupid. He's at the bottom of all my disciples. How can you say he's a good seedling?"
When the young man heard his master's conclusion, his face instantly turned pale. His immortal body started to tremble, as if he could collapse at any time.
The impact of these words was far more terrifying than having his sword taken away.
Despair grew.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang spoke again, "To forge a sword is to forge a heart. The pain involved is far beyond what ordinary cultivators can endure."
"In the Heaven Region, there are countless swordsmiths. But who deserves to be called a craftsman? Who deserves to forge supreme treasures? In fact, from the very beginning, it was already destined. "
When the short and fat old man heard this, he immediately snorted, "Ridiculous. Who dares to say it's destined?"
Jian Wushuang smiled and looked at him, "May I ask if senior is the Divine Craftsman Xu Tuo?"
"Yes." The short and fat old man said straightforwardly, "But what does this have to do with what you said about being destined?"
After confirming this, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then continued, "May I ask again, how many disciples are there under the Divine Craftsman?"
"Junior, you're wearing my patience." The short and fat old man frowned, obviously dissatisfied.
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, "I dare not, but I dare say 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 short and fat old man, who was originally frowning, was obviously stunned, and a trace of unconcealable shock flashed in his eyes.
But soon, he recovered and continued to snort, "Hmph, pure nonsense. You don't even know how many disciples I have, and you dare to make such an assertion?"
"No matter how many there are, there will only be two." Jian Wushuang smiled mysteriously, "Senior, do you dare to bet that I know who the two are?"
"Bet? Why wouldn't I dare to bet? I'm just afraid that you'll talk nonsense! "The short and fat old man said disdainfully," Then let's bet. "
"Senior, if I can guess who the two are, please promise me one thing."
"Of course, as long as you can guess, not to mention one thing, even if it's ten, I'll agree to it!"
Jian Wushuang nodded, raised his hand directly, and pointed at the young man who was still kneeling in the clouds, and said firmly, "This is the first one!"
A gust of wind suddenly rose, and the young man whose state of mind had fallen to the bottom of the valley was lifted!
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