"If you want to kill me or cut me up, do as you please!"
Looking at the thin sword on his neck, the assassin Feng Xin didn't have the slightest expression on his face. Cold words came out of his mouth.
He didn't even know when Ye Xuan snatched the thin sword from his hand.
"Are you really not afraid of death?"
Ye Xuan coldly spoke as he looked at the indifferent assassin, Feng Xin.
"Afraid!"
Assassin Feng Xin replied calmly.
"Then why aren't you willing to beg for mercy?"
Ye Xuan asked in a low voice.
"Although I'm afraid of death, I'm even more afraid of losing!"
"I wanted to kill you first, so it's only right that you want to kill me! If you lose, you lose! "
Assassin Feng Xin didn't even raise his head as he replied indifferently.
Ye Xuan couldn't help but smile when he heard the assassin's reply. Not only was this guy interesting, he was also quite courageous.
"This time, I won't kill you!"
Ye Xuan withdrew his sword, turned around, and left.
"Aren't you going to ask who sent me to kill you?"
Assassin Feng Xin said as he watched Ye Xuan leave.
"With your personality, even if I use a knife to force you, you won't say it! It's useless to ask. "
Ye Xuan took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it in his mouth, and took a deep puff.
Assassin Feng Xin was slightly stunned. He looked at Ye Xuan, who was walking further and further away, and gritted his teeth again. "If you're not following me, then why did you come to this desolate mountain alone?"
"My knife has been destroyed. I heard that the successor of the former weapon master, Mo Lin, lived in seclusion in this desolate mountain, so I came to look for him, hoping to ask him to forge a suitable weapon for me. "
Ye Xuan slowly exhaled the thick smoke from his mouth as he replied with a smile.
Assassin Feng Xin was slightly stunned and fell into a long silence.
A moment later, he raised his head to look at Ye Xuan's disappearing figure. He seemed to have made some sort of decision as he gritted his teeth and said, "I know where she is. I can take you to her!"
"You know him?"
Ye Xuan stopped in his tracks and turned around.
"En!"
Assassin Feng Xin nodded lightly, but didn't explain anything.
"Then take me to see her!"
Ye Xuan walked back and said in a low voice.
"It's already late. I'm seriously injured and it's not convenient for me to walk. If you want to find her, wait for me to suppress my injuries …"
After he finished speaking, the assassin, Feng Xin, completely ignored Ye Xuan and sat in the icy spring to heal his injuries.
"There's no need to go through so much trouble to treat your injuries. Let me help you …"
Seeing this, Ye Xuan teased.
Without waiting for Feng Xin's reply or reaction, he quickly took out a silver needle from his watch belt and pierced it into Feng Xin's body, activating the thirteen heaven defying needles.
Swoosh!
"Don't move. Carefully feel and guide the Qi I transferred into your body to your wound …"
Just as the assassin Feng Xin was about to speak, Ye Xuan's unquestionable voice sounded out.
Immediately, the assassin, Feng Xin, felt a warm stream of air pouring into his body, causing the pain caused by his injuries to be alleviated. It could be said to be extremely comfortable …
"Alright!"
When Ye Xuan withdrew the silver needles, the assassin, Feng Xin, felt that the injuries in his body had almost completely healed. Even the saber qi that had entered his body had disappeared, leaving only the flesh wounds on the surface of his body …
"This guy …"
Feng Xin's heart was filled with surprise and shock as he watched Ye Xuan withdraw the silver needles. He never thought that Ye Xuan would have such a miraculous method.
"Let's go!"
The assassin, Feng Xin, quickly calmed himself down, tidied up his clothes, and walked out of the ice spring as he spoke indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he carried his sniper rifle and walked into the distance. Ye Xuan followed closely behind.
The two of them sped all the way to the top of the mountain. After walking for a few more kilometers, they finally stopped at a waterfall that flowed straight down.
Not far from the waterfall, there was a flowing river, and a small wooden house was built on the riverside.
A woman with long hair, wearing a white classical robe, sat in front of the small wooden house.
The woman sat in front of the small wooden house, leisurely playing the zither in front of her.
The woman was extremely beautiful, as if she was a fairy that had descended from the heavens to the mortal world. The melodious sound of the zither was emitted from her slender, white, and jade-like hands, causing one to feel relaxed and happy, as if they had ascended to the celestial world and were roaming between heaven and earth. It was filled with a unique celestial aura, giving people the feeling as if they were in a painting.
Looking at the woman playing the zither and listening to the melodious sound of the zither, Ye Xuan felt as if his entire body had been emptied. There weren't any distracting thoughts in his heart, and he was like a dandelion drifting with the wind …
This woman's zither skills had long since reached the pinnacle of perfection, making the listeners feel as if they had ascended to immortality.
"She is …"
After the song ended, Ye Xuan turned around and his gaze descended onto the assassin beside him, Feng Xin, as he spoke in a low voice.
"Disciple greets Mistress!"
However, the assassin, Feng Xin, didn't pay any attention to Ye Xuan. Instead, he walked over to the woman and performed the ancient ceremony of acknowledging her as his master. He knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists, and respectfully spoke.
"Mistress?"
Hearing the assassin's words, Ye Xuan's face was filled with astonishment and he was stunned on the spot.
That woman looked to be in her twenties, yet she was actually the wife of the assassin, Feng Xin?
Isn't this too …
This was too exaggerated, wasn't it?
However, Ye Xuan quickly felt relieved.
In this world, there would always be some way to ensure that a woman's appearance would not fade, so it wasn't surprising!
However, if this woman was the assassin's mistress, then who was his master?
Ye Xuan's heart was filled with doubt.
While Ye Xuan was puzzled, the assassin, Feng Xin, introduced him, "Ye Xuan, this is my mistress, and also the weapon master, Yun Lan, that you're looking for."
"You've been out for a few months, and you're still injured when you come back. What's going on?"
Yun Lan's cold gaze swept across the assassin, Feng Xin. When she saw the injuries on the assassin's body, her gaze suddenly went cold. She turned around and her gaze fell onto Ye Xuan as she coldly spoke.
"Could it be that kid hurt you?"
Without waiting for the assassin's reply, the woman suddenly flung her sleeve.
"Swish …"
A white silk surged out from her sleeve without any warning. It was like a white snake tearing at Ye Xuan. Its speed was extremely fast, giving Ye Xuan an extremely strong sense of danger.
"Shua!"
Ye Xuan's expression turned cold. Without even thinking, he moved to the side. At the same time, five silver needles flew out from his hand.
However, Yun Lan didn't even move. The instant the silver needles flew over, she only waved her sleeve. The white silk blocked Ye Xuan's silver needles and blasted them away, causing the silver needles to explode towards Ye Xuan.
This scene caused Ye Xuan's pupils to constrict. He never thought that the white silk wouldn't even be able to pierce through his silver needles.
"Ding ding ding …"
Ye Xuan's body moved to the side, causing the silver needles to fly past him and hit the tree trunk at the side with a crisp sound.
"Mistress!" He only came to ask you to help him forge a weapon that he can use … "
Seeing that Yun Lan was about to attack again, the assassin, Feng Xin, hurriedly stood in front of her and stopped her.
"Not interested..."
The woman stopped her movements and coldly glanced at Ye Xuan. She turned around and walked towards the small wooden house as cold words came out of her mouth.
No matter how much the assassin shouted, it was useless …
"You are the successor of the weapon master, Mo Lin, Yun Lan?"
Ye Xuan said in a low voice as he watched the woman leave.
However, the woman didn't pay any attention to him and didn't even turn her head.
"Hmph …" Rumor has it that the weapon master, Mo Lin, once created a dragon thorn that could stir up a myriad of storms. No one could defeat the dragon thorn, and he was worthy of being called a weapon master. This sovereign has admired him for a long time, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time and did not meet him! "
"If you are his successor, then it is truly disappointing. In my opinion, you are not worthy of being his successor. This trip will be a waste of my time! "
After he finished speaking, Ye Xuan didn't stop at all as he turned around and left.
"What did you say?"
Yun Lan stopped in her tracks. Her eyes flashed as she coldly spoke.
"I said that you are not worthy to be the successor of the weapon master, Mo Lin!"
"If you really are the successor of the weapon master, Mo Lin, why did you turn around and leave when you heard that I was here to forge a Divine Armament? I don't think you know the forging techniques of the weapon master, Mo Lin! "
Ye Xuan spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner as he looked at Yun Lan.
"Because you don't have the qualifications to ask me to forge a weapon for you!"
Yun Lan replied indifferently.
"Whether I have the qualifications or not, we'll talk about it after you see my design."
A sneer appeared on Ye Xuan's face. He took out a blueprint that he'd prepared a long time ago and threw it at Yun Lan.
"Swish …"
However, Yun Lan didn't even look at the blueprint in his hand. Instead, he tore it into pieces and turned around to walk into the hut.
A bitter smile appeared on the face of the assassin, Feng Xin, as he looked at the fragments of the blueprint that were floating in the air.
He was very clear about Yun Lan and Ye Xuan's personalities …
When the two of them came together, they would definitely be incompatible with each other!
Ye Xuan's expression was unsightly when he saw Yun Lan tear apart his design without even looking at it. He didn't even turn his head as he turned around and left.
He was blind and found the wrong person!
Ye Xuan disappeared from the assassin's line of sight in a few flashes.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh … *
A bitter smile appeared on the assassin's face as he watched Ye Xuan leave.
Assassin Feng Xin pondered for a moment before he picked up the pieces of the blueprint and pieced them together.
Since Yun Lan wasn't willing to make a move, then he could only forge it for Ye Xuan himself. After all, that guy didn't take advantage of the situation to make things difficult for him, and even healed the injuries on his body …
To forge a weapon for him was to repay this favor!
The debt between them would be settled later!
"This... How is this possible?
"However, when the assassin Feng Xin pieced together Ye Xuan's blueprints, the scene that appeared in his line of sight caused him to be stunned …
What kind of blade was that guy trying to forge?
It was simply unheard of, unseen …
Even if there were some things and designs that he couldn't understand at all, he could imagine how extraordinary and awesome that thing was …
"Mistress!"
In the next moment, the assassin Feng Xin rushed towards the wooden hut with the blueprints that he had pieced together.
"What are you doing here without my permission?"
Inside the wooden hut, books and blueprints were scattered all over the floor. Yun Lan held a book in her hand as she looked at the assassin Feng Xin who had rushed in and coldly spoke …
"Mistress, look at this …"
The assassin Feng Xin did not explain. Instead, he placed the weapon design blueprint in front of Yun Lan.
"How is this possible?"
"This is impossible. How can this place be designed like this?"
"How did the saber design become like this?"
"This is a design for a saber? "But, it's not completely different from a saber …"
"What the hell is this design?" I... I actually can't understand it? "
When Yun Lan looked at the blueprint, her entire person was stunned. Sometimes she was wild with joy, but sometimes she was crazy, and incomparably astonished words came out of her mouth.
At this moment, Yun Lan seemed to have become a completely different person.
"No …" No, this blueprint is not complete! Feng Xin, where on earth did you find this blueprint? This Divine Weapon definitely has the potential and hope to surpass the Dragon Thorn!
"Yun Lan grabbed the assassin Feng Xin's shoulder and asked impatiently.
"Yes... It was the design that Ye Xuan left behind just now. After you tore it apart, I pieced it together …"
The killer's reply caused Yun Lan to be stunned. She stood there in a daze, her mind blank.
"F * ck, what am I doing …"
In the next moment, Yun Lan abruptly slapped her forehead and cursed. She quickly chased after Ye Xuan in a relaxed manner …
If her master, Master Mo Lin, knew that she had almost missed the opportunity to forge such a divine weapon, even the coffin lid wouldn't be able to hold it down. She would definitely jump out of the ground …
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