The middle-aged man knew that the young man wanted to get his sword back and held the peach blossom branch in his hand, and smiled:

"If Senior Li and Mr. Wang can't fight this fight, they just act like this. If you want to get this sword back, I guess it's a big deal.

If you think about it carefully, thousands of flying swords lost their power to control them, they all fell from the sky, messy and all over the ground.

Can you recognize that sword belongs to you?

You can recognize that in the Wudi City, countless heroic swordsmen are going to snatch them crazy.

I think there are many people who take advantage of the troubled waters and take action.

Just your little body, can you get it back?

Still want to return the things to the original owner?

It’s useless for you to burn high incense!

Besides, this result is pretty good.

If the Broken Arm Sword God really fought with Old Man Wang, and thousands of flying swords would definitely be destroyed.

Your sword is of average qualification. Old Man Wang waved it and then smashed it back into powder.

However, in my opinion, Senior Li borrowed the sword this time, so he could borrow it well.

You kid bought a sword and no longer had the intention to do chores for me.

You talk about your conscience, these days, cooking and cooking have half of the past thoughts?"

To be precise, this young man was born as a sword boy, or he was half a disciple.

But at this moment, he angrily said:

"Just the master talks a lot, I just open my head and it's endless, and my ears are calloused!"

A middle-aged man with coarse cloth and linen clothes was as rumored, and his temper was extremely good, and he seemed to have lost his temper. Such a state was beyond the reach of the world.

Most experts in the world will not have a bad mood.

Cultivation means cultivating nature, cultivating spirit, cultivating mind...

Deng Tai'a held the peach blossom branches in his hand and smiled:

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

The boy was originally a sword boy, but he had never carved a sword to the master and sighed:

"Master, let me tell you something?"

Leading the donkey into the city, standing on the main road, looking at the inner city, the middle-aged man smiled and said:

"Senior Li and Old Man Wang and the Gods fight. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

The sword boy retreated and said:

"Master, why don't you... take advantage of the chaos to pick up seventeen or eighteen swords for me?

Anyway, Master, you are picking up, not stealing, nor robbing, what does it matter!"

Tai Ah Deng smiled knowingly and said, "Look, I just said, where can I put my face?

If I carried more than a dozen swords on both sides and ran on the street, would I be considered as having face?"

Jian Tong was ashamed and said with a sad face:

"Follow the master, I spent more than 600 miles, working as a cow and horse, and living my hard life.

Finally, I saved up seventeen taels of broken silver and used it to buy swords.

If I had known today, I wouldn’t have come to this shitty Wudi City if I had beaten me to death!”

The middle-aged man saw the boy crying vaguely and said with a headache:

"Okay, okay, when there is no one, I will help you pick up a good sword."

The boy's face suddenly changed and he smiled brightly: "Master, are you tired? I'll carry the bookcase for you."

The middle-aged man smiled:

“Virtue!

You are not tired of holding the bookcase, but you are not as tired as you are.

Like Lao Huang, this is also a person who feels sorry for donkeys.

The sword boy grinned and looked up at the city. In the sky, the vast sword curtain was gloomy, covering the clouds and the sun was covered with a dazed expression, and asked softly:

"Master, you say, if this fight really starts, who will win more?"

Deng Taia smiled and said carelessly:

"The battle between life and death, the two won and lost between five or five.

If it is just a competition of martial arts, Old Man Wang will have a better chance of winning in this fight."

Jian Tong curled his lips and rolled his eyes:

"This Li Chungang is too useless. He will only mess with such scary scenes. Wouldn't it be an embroidered pillow?"

The middle-aged man holding peach blossoms rarely showed a solemn expression and said in a deep voice:

"Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li!"

When the young man saw his master angry, he finally didn't dare to speak out loud, so he said good-for-nothing.

Then, he looked unwilling and said unfairly:

"That old man Wang is just a pile of dogs, and he is the king of the king.

If you do your best, you will definitely beat him so hard that your parents don’t recognize him.”

The middle-aged man shook the peach blossom branches in his hand twice, laughed silently, and shook his head and said:

"I will never expect to beat up old man Wang in this life.

If you were born to me to learn swordsmanship, it might be possible.”

When they were with their master, Jian Tong never cared about their identities. At this moment, he seemed to be angry and hummed hard.

But he deliberately missed the second half of the words of the master.

Although he belittled Wang Pifu so much, the young man also knew how much he was.

Just him? Beat Wang Xianzhi?

Haha, it’s okay in the dream!

The middle-aged man didn't care and lost his mind a little:

"You children don't understand what it means to "Heaven does not give birth to Li Chungang, and the sword will last forever and last forever."

Over the past five hundred years, there have been countless genius swordsmen, but in the end, only this old senior, whose swordsmanship is chasing Lu Zu!

As for me, if I kill someone, I might be lucky enough to be stronger than Senior Li, but I am just a little better.

However, if we talk about swordsmanship, I am much worse.”

The sword boy was also tactful and only picked up some nice words and said with a smile:

"Isn't practicing sword just to kill people when fighting?"

The man held a peach blossom branch and smiled:

"With this insight, you think clearly!"

The young sword boy rode on the donkey. The young man put on a high-spirited attitude to watch the battle, but he was not seeing the old monster appear for a long time, so he asked:

"Master, the mysterious madman you mentioned earlier, reopened the Heavenly Gate and killed the immortals in the heavens. Will you come to this Wudi City today?"

Upon hearing this, Tai Ah Deng was stunned for a moment, and the peach blossom branches in his hand shook lightly, saying:

"The person has arrived, but it is silent. I can't find the slightest breath of him. It's such a good method!"

The sword boy rode the donkey backwards, scratching the back of his head, and said with a puzzled look:

"Master, you said before that if he comes to Wudi City, he will definitely challenge you, isn't he joking?"

The middle-aged man said helplessly: "How can you joke about such an important thing?"

The sword boy suddenly fell silent, and for a long time, he asked, "Master, can you beat him?"

Deng Tai'a narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You can win if you fight or not. You have to know if you fight."

After saying that, the middle-aged man kept spinning the peach blossom branches in his hand, but suddenly stopped his movements, exclaimed in surprise, and laughed:

“Here you come!

You guys, you have a good reputation today.

This fight really started.

It’s definitely not that the thunder is loud and the raindrops are small.”

In the inner city, in the attic, a sound came from the sound, sounding like a bell, resounding through the sky.

"Please leave the city and fight with Wang in the sea!"

In the city of Wudi, countless people looked up at each other.

In the sky, a burly white shadow flew over a comet, rushing towards the East China Sea from the top of the attic.

Thousands of flying swords, pointed at the tip of the sword, instantly changing, pointing directly to the East China Sea.

In the city, the one-armed old man jumped into the head and took a sword.

Go to the East China Sea by sword.

The strongest battle in the world!
Chapter completed!