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

Even if that thread of hope is more illusory, it still appears, and it appears in a form that is destined by heaven.

San Cun Mountain, this illusory and extremely difficult place to find, was encountered in the form of a mistake.

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

And the immature disciple sitting in the Huamang, although be quite nervous, but more curious, and longing.

Jian Wushuang who appeared after breaking through the sky gave him too much imagination.

Powerful, boundlessly powerful, makes his memory deep and hard to forget.

After tidying up his mind, Jian Wushuang said, "Then, is this place for the master Xu Tuo's retreat?"

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

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

Jian Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief secretly when he heard this, and then said, "I am here to ask the divine craftsman about some problems that have been troubled for many days."

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

"I still want to see it, otherwise, it's hard to sleep and eat." Jian Wushuang said, and at the same time he threw Nan Xuan aside, solemnly arched his hands.

At this moment, a thin man secretly pulled the corner of the strong man's clothes and whispered, "Big brother, you can't take him. 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 anger us..."

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

The lean man wanted to say more, but after a sigh, he stopped saying more.

Immediately afterwards, he handed his hand and said, "If the visitor insists, I will naturally attract the visitor, but before then, can I put my junior brother back?"

Jian Wushuang was startled, and then he secretly said in confusion, and quickly sent the immature disciple back to the bank.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed, the strong man directly raised his hand and gave him two sugar chestnuts on his head.

The immature disciple suddenly felt wronged and said, "Big brother, what are you doing with me..."

"I will teach you later, I can't remember anything!" the strong man said angrily.

Then he turned and arched his hands, "If this is 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 bores and carrying baskets walked on the waterfront and marched into the mountains.

The youngest and immature disciple walked at the end of the team, holding the sword blank in one hand and stroking his head with the other, muttering, "It turns out that my master's name is Xu Tuo..."

Like an ink painting scroll, Moshan is lined with long water and stretches into the distance. Cyan is the only main color.

Jian Wushuang carried Nan Xuan who was still drowsy, and walked at the forefront of the team, alongside the strong man.

There was nothing to say all the way, but Jian Wushuang had 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 spark burn marks on the forearms, and there are shiny iron filings on the trouser legs, which are caused by cast iron over the years.

At the same time, these men also honored the master Xu Tuo, the master craftsman. Both the front and the side proved that this is San Cun Mountain.

"I don't know what the guest name is?" The strong man finally said.

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

"Sword, Master Sword," he suddenly looked embarrassed, "My master has a weird temperament and has never been seen in the world. I am afraid it is not easy to ask for a visit here."

"Are there any obstacles?" Jian Wushuang asked.

The sturdy man nodded, "Master has a weird temper, and he never showed it to the public, so he set up three barriers for the sake of leisure, and after the three barriers, it is possible to see him."

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

Jian Wushuang's simplicity and calmness surprised the burly man. When he reacted, Jian Wushuang was already on the road alone.

All the men stayed in place, staring at his back.

The lean man embraced his arms, his expression played with taste, "You said, can he really break three levels?"

A man opened his mouth and said, "He can poke a hole in the sky, what else can stop him?"

At this time, a calm-facing man said, "Even if you poke a hole in the sky, you may not be able to break the three barriers of our master."

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

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

"No matter how powerful it is, can he still be an immortal? Don't forget, even if he is an immortal, he will be restrained when he reaches Sancun Mountain."

The strong man waved his hand, "Okay, don't make any noise, now the top priority is to see the master and let him make a decision."

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

With the sound of footsteps getting 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 diagonally on the ground, standing up forever.

An unspeakable killing was swept by the desperate meaning.

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

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

Looking very hard, just at the foot of the mountain, no less than one hundred thousand sword blanks were inserted diagonally.

It's just that the 100,000-handle sword blank is all iron, and it will not resonate with the sword holder, and even the semi-divided wisdom is not born.

Walking here, the sword formation is magnificent, making Jian Wushuang think deeply.

He was wondering who made these sword blanks without wisdom and why they were abandoned halfway.

At this moment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Nanxuan woke up from his drowsiness, stretched out a long, lazy waist, his expression wilted, "Little friend, where is this place?"

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

Listening to it, Nan Xuan said in surprise, "No way, is there such a coincidence?"

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

After Jian Wushuang said these last words, he went straight forward.

"Little friend, wait for me."

The vastness of Jianshan is shrouded by misty clouds.

The two figures moved forward firmly, not caring about the sword wind swept over them.

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

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