"Wow... the young man is so kind. My nephew lost unjustly. If we had such a son, I would laugh in my dreams, hey."

The tiger girl smiled and touched Li Mutian's head.

The one-armed craftsman looked indifferently, and for the first time he swept it seriously on Li Mutian, and said, "Do you have the soul of the sword?"

Li Mutian was a little embarrassed by the tiger mother touching him. He was surprised when he heard this. The one-armed craftsman actually saw at a glance that he had the soul of the sword.

"Yes, how did you see it?"

The one-armed craftsman sighed and said, "After making a sword for a long time, I can always see more about swords than others."

"Hey, I said so mysterious, isn't it because you have the cast hammer soul, so you can feel the sword soul of someone else."

"Can you... shut your mouth!"

The one-armed craftsman was so angry that he shivered all over and glared at the tiger girl.

"Yes, husband." The tiger girl immediately turned into a docile kitten.

Li Mutian smiled.

This couple is quite interesting. The wife is tall and strong, seemingly tough, careless and frank, but she listens very much to her husband.

The one-armed craftsman looked at Li Mutian with a slightly unnatural expression, pondered for a while, and said to the tiger girl: "Pick up my sword."

"Ah, your sword's arm is broken, and your sword is sealed underground, and it has not moved for twenty years..."

"You ask you to take it, you take it."

"oh."

The tiger girl chose an iron chain with an extremely thick rust, but once she pulled it, she didn't respond.

"Maybe it's rust and stuck."

The tiger girl said, adding force to pull it hard.

"Bang!"

The chains broke.

The one-armed craftsman rolled his eyes.

At this time, the ground shook slightly, and there was a sound of rough gear rubbing. After a while, a sword box covered with spider webs and dust that could not be seen as it was, appeared in the eyes.

The tiger girl thought she was going to be scolded again, but when she saw the sword box appear, she was delighted and took the sword box. She wiped it with her big hand like a palm fan on the surface, revealing the old animal skin wrapped around it and the surface with a vague strange pattern. Then she took the sword box to the one-armed craftsman.

The one-armed craftsman trembled slightly with his hands. He took the sword box, and a flash of splendor in his eyes, and his expressions of pain, hatred, and sadness flashed by.

Li Mutian felt silent in his heart.

The one-armed craftsman should also be a sword cultivator.

His arm, who was good at using swords, broke so that he buried his sword for twenty years.

The one-armed craftsman opened the sword box, and a rusty sword appeared, emitting an extremely ancient aura.

The one-armed craftsman picked up the rust sword, gently stroked the sword body, and murmured: "I'm sorry for you, buried underground for twenty years. Today, I may find a new master for you who is qualified to take you away."

The tone was as sad as if I saw an old friend recalling the sad past.

After the one-armed craftsman finished speaking, he signaled Li Mutian to take the sword and said, "This sword is three feet long and comes from the hands of famous sword-making masters in ancient times. It is made of pure black iron. If the sword is produced, it will drink blood. It is known for its speed, and it is called "Ben Ting."

"Ben Ting!" Li Mutian respectfully held it in his hands and looked at it carefully.

He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of excitement. The sword soul in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have some strange movements, and he thought to himself that this sword was extraordinary.

The one-armed craftsman said: "If you can successfully 'Soul Cleansing Sword' within ten hours, it means that your sword's life soul is OK and can control it. If you can't, you return the sword to me, I..."

Not finished speaking.

"Zheng!"

Li Mutian's life soul of the giant sword of the sky and the rust sword in his hand resonated and thundered with a snap of his fingers.

At the same time, the rust on the sword was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and all of them were shaken down. A pool of bright blue sword body as blue as a mirror appeared.

The sharp and cold light burst out instantly, and the whole hall was filled with horror!
Chapter completed!