Faced with the kind invitation from the young master Yi Jian who suddenly appeared, Bai Long directly declined and said, "Brother Taishi, I am so polite, but Dao Xiaokai and I have something to do. After this little swordsman of Li Zi draws the sword, we will go down the mountain immediately. It is really hard to stay here in Jian Jian Mountain for a long time." Li Zi's little swordsman on the side blinked his eyes and looked at Bai Long. Now he completely confirmed that Bai Long is definitely an amazing swordsman's guess. When he went up the mountain, he just felt that Bai Long had a snow-white long hair and had a faint ethereal breath of the sword fairy, so he walked with him happily. Now he didn't expect that even the young master of Yi Jian Sect was his good brother, and he lived from a distance to burial.

Li Zi's swordsman from Huai Lishan, less than ten miles away from Jianshan, is definitely an idol-like leader of the Yijian Sect. Li Zi's swordsman always hears people say that Taishi Jian's son is a single name, and he is outstanding when he is young. His swordsman is well-known for his father's true swordsmanship. If he is in his life, he will become the Taishan Beidou who carries the tripod of the martial arts swordsmanship in his life. What kind of young hero, my hero's reputation and heroic title are directly attached to this young swordsman who is just in his early twenties. Although Li Zi's swordsman can't see the level of the swordsmanship of the two, the masters are just as good as masters and masters. Li Zi's swordsman is secretly happy in his heart, and he is looking for the right person.

Tai Shiyi glanced at Li Zi's swordsman who was short next to him and laughed, "It turns out that Young Master Bai came to Jianshan to accompany this little brother to find a sword. It would be better for me to recommend a few swords for this little brother. Judging from the appearance of this little brother, I should have just entered the world. I can recommend a few swords that are more suitable for newcomers. What do you think, little brother?" Tai Shiyi deserves to be a everyone's style, and he is very polite in his speech and speaking. As the deputy leader of the Yijian Sect, he has no airs and is very close to others.

But Li Zi's little swordsman pointed to the Wufeng dull sword next to him, which was inserted into the deeper rocks, and said stubbornly, "I don't want other swords, I just want this one."

Bai Long nodded slightly, and Dao Xiaokai sneered and said, "I heard that this silly boy wants that one. You don't have to bother to recommend it anymore." Tai Shiyi did not take Dao Xiaokai's ridicule seriously, and laughed it off with a very graceful smile. In Bai Long's opinion, Dao Xiaokai was called Tai Shiyi. The reason why Tai Shiyi was called Tai Shiyi was not because Tai Shiyi had such wide shoulders and wide back. On the contrary, Tai Shiyi's figure was slender and upright. Because of his figure and figure, he looked taller. In fact, half a head shorter than Bai Long, but he was full of heroism. At first glance, he knew that he had a good figure from years of hard work in martial arts. Another reason was that Dao Xiaokai might not develop well now, and he was really a dwarf.

The sister Juer beside Tai Shiyi was not very fond of Dao Xiaokai, who was full of tongue-running. From the moment she met, Dao Xiaokai had called Tai Shiyi twice. Naturally, Sister Juer was not happy and then went over to pinch Dao Xiaokai's ear and twisted it hard and said, "You kid dare to talk nonsense, I will twist your kid's ear off and give it to the master for the food and drink." But Dao Xiaokai smiled and said, "The harder Sister Juer pinched it, the more she liked me." Although her ears were already right, Dao Xiaokai still looked happy. Bailong sighed softly when he saw this scene, and Sister Juer quickly let go and said, "You are a scoundrel."

Dao Xiaokai put on a happy smile, as if the sister Juer with a ponytail in front of him talked to Dao Xiaokai, Dao Xiaokai looked happy, and his face was filled with happiness. The little swordsman Li Zi who had seen this scene for the first time sighed and said, "There is no bones." The sister Juer said that Dao Xiaokai is okay, but others said Dao Xiaokai would not listen. Li Zi said that Dao Xiaokai was fine, and he mocked him with a blank look, "What do you know, little brat?"

In fact, Dao Xiaokai was not born a few years earlier than Li Zi’s swordsman, maybe just a few months away. Then he turned his head to look at Sister Juer with a smirk, and Sister Juer quickly hid aside.

After the two of them had a fight, Tai Shiyi stared at the sword that was inserted into the rock and was selected by Li Zi's little swordsman. A complex look suddenly flashed in Tai Shiyi's eyes and said in a low mood, "This sword was cast by the sword-caster named the first attacker. The sword-caster caster caster made this sword and died of illness because of excessive loss of energy and blood. When casting the sword, he died of illness. People in the sect said that this sword-caster named the first attacker is a master of sword-casting. He has made countless swords in his life. This sword is his last work. It should be a peerless good sword. It is even likely that he fulfilled his father's wish. My Yijian Sect finally created a good sword that can be comparable to the top ten famous swords in the world. However, when my father took it over, he found that the sword was of character or

The qualifications are very mediocre, and it is not as good as the ordinary sword I bought in the blacksmith shop at the foot of the mountain. Moreover, this sword is a blunt sword without a sharp edge, and there is no such sword. Even if it is used to kill the enemy, it is dull even if it is used to cut vegetables. My father was furious and immediately said that the first attack was the worst sword-casting master in the world. After three years of sharpening a sword, he was futile and spent money on his mind, but he cast a piece of scrap copper and iron. Originally, the father planned to throw this sword-casting master down the mountain, but in order to let all the swordsmen in the world know that the first attack is a broken sword-casting master with a weak skill, he personally inserted the blunt sword without a sharp edge on the Burial Sword Mountain, so that every swordsman who reached the top saw this blunt sword without a sharp edge, and called this sword a head attack directly."

Li Zi's little swordsman held his breath and listened to this story, Bai Long understood why this blunt sword without a blunt sword was inserted into the top of the peak. It turned out that Taishi Jian, the head of Yi Jian, was inserted here with his own hands, in order to let the younger swordsmen climbing the mountain humiliate the swordsman who created this blunt sword. He didn't feel sad. Bai Long once thought of a swordsman on Junzi Snow Mountain. Bai Long had rarely seen him on the snow mountain. He probably only saw him one or two sides. He was a taciturn man, but he would chatter when making swords.

Speaking to the sword that had not yet been cast, Bai Long was quite curious. He told Bai Long that the sword made by the sword master was all his hard work without exception. No sword master would be willing to troubleshoot to cast a sword that was useless and without sharpness. If there was really such a sword, it would be a stupid person with short-sighted eyes that had not seen the sharpness of the sword. As the saying goes, sincerely asking for the sword, the sword is big and the heart is returned to the heart of the man. The sword is like a horse of a thousand miles, and is also waiting for the Bole who appreciates the sword to appear. The scholar dies for the confidant, and the sword blooms sharply for the sword who sincerely admires the sword.

For some reason, Bai Long felt that the Li Zi swordsman from Huai Lishan was Bo Le, the name Wufeng dull sword named the head attacker. This sword made by the sword-casting master seemed dull and without sharpness, but in fact it must have a sharp edge that it would not be seen by the world. I dare not say that Taishi Jian, the head of the Yijian Sect, had eyes but no pearls. I can only say that this Wufeng dull sword named the head attacker is waiting for the price and waiting for the Yingzhu.

Li Zi's little swordsman was fascinated by listening to the story. After a long time of rest, he shook his head and said, "I don't want any other swords, I want this sword." Bai Long grinned and smiled happily. It seemed that this first-attack sword had met the master who appreciated it.

Tai Shiyi sighed lightly and said, "But my father's first attack sword was inserted into the rocks by his father's own hands. Moreover, the sword has no edge, so it is not easy to insert it. It is even more difficult to pull it out. Once, my brothers and brothers competed for whom we had the strength to pull it out, but they didn't pull it out. Even if you want this sword, you have to be able to pull it out with your own strength." Tai Shiyi said it reasonably. Even if he really liked this sword, he could not pull it out, so what would he do to take it away?

But Li Zi's little swordsman burst out with a stubbornness that ordinary people do not have. After several times of drawing the sword, he was rubbed in a mess. He could still show the most innocent smile. He did not take the previous failure experience seriously. He still said lightly, "Anyway, I will settle this first attack sword. If I can't pull it out today, I will always live on this Wujian Mountain. I will practice my arm strength in the future. One day I will pull out this first attack sword."

The white dragon smiled happily.

Tai Shiyi admired him, "Brother Li Zi is quite passionate, and it is really admirable. If you really plan to sincerely ask for this sword, I, Tai Shiyi, can provide you with ten years of food and accommodation on the mountain. However, ten years later, if the little brother has not pulled out the sword, I really want to advise the little brother to go down the mountain early and not to waste your youth in vain for this blunt sword without any sword."

Li Zi's little swordsman grinned and said, "I want to try it again."

Tai Shi Yi said, "Please give me some advice."

Li Zi's little swordsman spitted on his hands again, then wiped his pants legs, rolled up his sleeves, and held his hands on the hilt of the sword. However, this time, the first attack sword that had not moved at all actually trembled in an instant while Li Zi's little swordsman held the hilt of the swordsman in both hands. Everyone was stunned. A thought flashed through Bailong's heart.

"Is it because the first attack sword and Li Zi's little swordsman have figured it out? Maybe it's hopeful to draw out this first attack sword."

Although the first attack sword only trembled slightly, it surprised Taishiyi and Juer sister. Since the sword-casting master died of his first attack, he was inserted here by his father Taishijian. It has been more than twenty years since the sword-casting master was exhausted because of the sword-casting master. The mountain wind was raging and the sun was exposed to the sun. This first attack sword was inserted into the rocks every year, and it is no more than half of the sword body. When he was young, Taishiyi and his disciples in the sect played together on the Burial Sword Mountain, just like someone with more strength. He tried to pull out the first attack sword, but Wufeng's first attack sword was not easy to penetrate, and it was even more difficult to pull out. Not to mention the children like Taishiyi at that time, even the strong men with amazing strength in some sects could not shake the first attack sword that was firmly inserted between the rocks.

Li Zi's little swordsman twitched, and then his two not-so-thick slender arms held the hilt and pulled it up, biting his lower lip tightly, his face turned red, but the first attack sword just trembled and no longer responded. Li Zi used up his strength and was about to let go. When he was about to let go, the first attack sword inserted into the rock trembled again.

The tremor this time was even greater than last time, and it even shocked several people next to the first attack sword. Dao Xiaokai said with a look of fear, "Is it possible that the land will collapse after pulling out this sword?"

Bailong glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense." Sister Juer, who has always disliked Dao Xiaokai, naturally refused to miss this opportunity and mocked him, "You are so brave and dare to come to Zangjian Mountain. Are you not afraid that I will throw it from the mountain for you?"

Dao Xiaokai smiled and said, "Sister Juer must be reluctant to let it go."

Sister Juer lost a lot and said unhappy, "You rascal, scoundrel."

Tai Shiyi said seriously, "Stop talking. From childhood to adulthood, I felt the first time I felt that the first attack sword seemed to be a little out of the mountain. Maybe there would be a miracle. Maybe it would happen. At that time, I remember my father said that Jian Zhiyingzhu. Although this first attack sword is scrapped copper and iron, the sword is a sword. Sooner or later, the day when it is unsheathed, the so-called unsheathed day is when you meet the master who suits you."

Li Zi's little swordsman was still holding the hilt of the first attack sword with both hands, sucking breath, intending to exert force again, and the two slender arms suddenly exerted force. Suddenly, everyone could hear some cracking sounds between the rocks, and then the whole attack sword was pulled out by Li Zi's little swordsman, stirring up a piece of sand and gravel. However, it was really not like what Dao Xiaokai said that after pulling out the sword, it was no different from pulling out a radish from the land. There was no such horror that the sky would collapse and the earth would crack after pulling out the sword.

But Li Zi's little swordsman hugged the first attack sword and threw it away far away.

Tai Shiyi leaned down and inserted his fingers into the sword marks of the sword that was inserted into the sword. He inserted his fingers into the sword but couldn't touch the bottom. Tai Shiyi sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that the Wufeng dull sword that his father had personally inserted into the rocks was pulled out by an inconspicuous little swordsman who had just emerged from the cottage. It was not surprising. For a moment, Tai Shiyi looked a little dazed. He glanced at Li Zi's swordsman who had just gotten up from the ground and happily kissed Li Zi's swordsman in his arms. He felt confused in his mind. Although his father always regarded the sword as a human being, and had three souls and six spirits as a sword soul, he never saw it. Could it be that the first attack sword had a sword soul today, and he actually chose this Li Zi's swordsman?

Bai Long laughed and Dao Xiaokai was already stunned. Maybe he didn't expect that Li Zi could really pull out the sword, but the first attack sword inside Li Zihuai was just a blunt sword without a sharp edge.

(End of this chapter)
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