Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region.

Dongshan, which is worshiped by thousands of swordsmen, is like a huge edgeless sword, with the scabbard as the base and inserted upside down, but it still towers into the clouds.

In Dongshan, the swordsmanship is everywhere.

The singing sound was ups and downs, as if someone was singing an opera with high spirits.

Until the golden light scroll above the nine heavens converged, the domineering and overwhelming Taoist sound finally disappeared, and the singing and opera sound inside Dongshan also stopped.

"EMI exchanges for me the Eight Masters...

“Tsk, tsk, I’ve been depressed for so long, and I finally regained some of the bohemian feeling I had decades ago…

"I really miss it."

Wen Ting was wearing a costume and walking barefoot in the dark mountains, his tone full of nostalgia.

Not long after, a low cry in the sword washing pool in the distance attracted attention. Wen Ting listened carefully for a while, raised the corner of his mouth, and walked quickly.

"Crack."

Stepping into the sword washing pool, water splashed everywhere.

The source of the crying sound was found, and it turned out to be a broken sword.

It stands to reason that the Sword Burial Tomb contains all swords without owners. Their owners have either died or lost contact. It is rare for a broken sword to retain such strong vitality after being abandoned.

But the broken sword in front of me was crying, and there were still water droplets on the sword.

I don’t know if the water from the sword washing pool splashed up, or if the iron sword really shed tears, which is rare in thousands of years.

Wen Ting squatted down with a smile, looked at the trembling broken sword in front of him, stretched out his hand, and flicked it lightly.

"Buzz buzz!"

Broken Sword struggled violently, unable to bear the humiliation.

Wen Ting looked sarcastic and said with a smile:

"Qingju, Qingju, why are you so stubborn?

"I told you to find a new master earlier but you refused to listen. Now it's better. They have come back, but you have been abandoned. You may stay with me in this dark Dongshan for the rest of your life...

"Hahaha, funny, funny!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Broken Sword cried even harder.

It really wants to pull itself out, fly up and give the human in front of it a sharp sword.

However, if the sword in the sword washing pool has no owner, it will never come out and will never see the light of day.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Wen Ting clicked his tongue with a devilish smile on his face.

Seeing that Broken Sword was crying harder, he took out a jade bottle and collected the water droplets on Broken Sword's body drop by drop.

"Cry more, cry more...

"Sword Tears, these are rare in thousands of years! I don't have many collections, so you'd better cry harder for me."

clang clang clang

The broken sword couldn't bear the humiliation, and burst out with strong sword intent. Even some rusty ancient swords in the sword washing pool couldn't bear it, and they fell apart one after another.

"Can this hurt me?"

Wen Ting remained indifferent and allowed the sharp edge of the sword to rage, like a breeze blowing on his face, only stirring the tips of his hair and clothes.

He stretched out his hand, flexed his fingers, and banged the broken sword hard.

Suddenly, Qingju cried out tears of pain again.

Wen Ting laughed loudly and continued to taunt while putting it away in a jade bottle.

"I'm crying, I'm crying!

"I wonder how long you and I have been spending here... denying the Lord? In your entire life, the only word left is 'crying'!

"Still waiting for the eight masters to know each other?

"Why don't you go to heaven!"

…

Zhongyu, an ordinary blacksmith shop.

Under the iron plaque of "Cao's Blacksmith Shop", a naked upper body man with unicorn arms hovered anxiously, but did not dare to say anything.

But obviously, he had been waiting for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting into the blacksmith shop.

"Not yet?

"There are still more than thirty pigs waiting in my pig farm. You asked me to come and get the knife within the specified time limit, but you have been waiting for so long. Can I kill the pigs?!"

After a sound.

The half-open wooden door creaked open, and a wave of heat rushed towards his face. The big man couldn't help but take a few steps back, feeling his face burning.

Soon, the sound of heavy footsteps "dong dong dong" sounded, and a little giant-like figure walked out.

The big man is already tall enough.

He is eight feet long, and because he kills pigs all the time, his upper body is as strong as an ox.

But after the wooden door in front of him shook, the big man felt his head go dark, and a little giant who could barely squeeze out from inside appeared with his waist bent.

This little giant held a pocket-sized knife in his hand, which he held with just two fingers.

When he walked out of the door, his waist was straight, and he was more than three heads taller than the pig-butcher. His body was as thick as a pillar in horizontal area, twice as tall as the pig-butcher!

"Brother, big brother..."

The big pig-killing man shrank his neck, rubbed his hands, and his voice became weaker: "Is the knife ready? I'll pick up the knife. Thank you for your hard work~"

"Here." The little giant said angrily. He was not impatient. He just handed out the butcher knife in his hand and squeezed back into the cramped blacksmith shop without looking back.

"wack."

The big man who killed the pig grunted, waved the knife, and expressed his appreciation for the good quality. At the same time, he dropped the money and ran away in a hurry.

This "Cao's Blacksmith Shop" is so famous among the nearby neighbors!

The ironware forged by their father and son is really top-notch, the quality is unparalleled, and the price is very cheap.

The only weird thing is...

The father and son were not good at words, and they both looked like giants. They didn't look like mere mortals.

I heard that some time ago, someone saw Cao Erzhu, the little giant just now, coming back from Qingyuan Mountain with an ox in one hand and a tiger in the other.

I also heard that someone saw the battle scene...

It's the kind that's extremely cruel, with one punch and the skull is blown open. It sounds very bloody and exciting.

This kind of person would definitely not use a knife to kill a pig, but just tear it into pieces with his hands.

Inside the blacksmith shop.

Cao Erzhu walked back to the bellows with a bang, picked up the special hammer, and while bombarding, he couldn't help but reminisce about the vision of heaven that had just delayed him from returning the sword.

"One hundred generations exchanged my eight acquaintances, and I summoned the divine light with my command...

"You're so damn educated, unlike me, who only babbling like a child.

"Well...this person is the eighth uncle dad mentioned, right?"

There are two eyes between the flesh on the face of the little giant, and what is written in the eyes is a longing.

At the age of twenty-six, he is in his prime of life.

Who wouldn't be filled with excitement and longing for the holy scene just now?

Cao Erzhu thought about his life.

Her mother died in childbirth, and her sister was fed up with her father's bad temper and ran away from home. She has been forging iron in this dilapidated blacksmith shop for more than 20 years.

Sometimes, he really had enough of this mortal life.

He is obviously very strong, but he can't use any of his abilities. He is like a useless person.

He also wanted to get out of the blacksmith shop, step into that mysterious realm, and fight with those immortal spirit refining masters, but his father always only allowed himself to fight with wild beasts, and did not allow him to step into the spirit refining world at all.

"EMI exchanges for my Eight Masters..."

Cao Erzhu was bombarding the iron embryo while reciting this word. Suddenly his blood surged up, and his seven orifices spurted out hot air. He felt an inexplicable force appear, giving him a desire to resist.

"Dad!"

He turned around and kept moving his hands, but he shouted and looked towards the backyard where the roof was closed and hidden from the sun.

In the dark backyard, blue lightning occasionally flashed, outlining the outline of a more burly giant.
To be continued...