"I, of course I know......" Sha Panyuan suppressed the tremor in his heart, trying to make himself calm and strong.

This person is just relying on his background and superb skills, but no matter what, even if it is the Heavenly Sword Emperor, he should not humiliate others casually.

"I am the prince of the Sand Sword Kingdom, and I am also the first swordsmith," he raised his head proudly and met the gaze of Heavenly Dao Yuluo, "But, no matter what our status is, at least, we are all equal, you shouldn't ......"

"Ha, you still know that you are a swordsmith."

Tiandao Yuluo cut off his words, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Second Highness." The Grand Eunuch Dureth looked at him almost in a pleading tone.

But Tiandao Yuluo didn't care about his behavior, but stepped forward and forced Sha Panyuan's eyes.

"Listen up, Soft-footed Shrimp."

He looked at Sha Panyuan with sharp eyes, making the other party's heart tremble, "You said before that at Sha Kailan's request, you created this sword. Regardless of who Sha Kailan is, I don't care about that. In the past few years, you must have experienced a lot of similar things, last year's sword sacrifice ceremony, I remember that it was Sha Mu who told you to fight the sword, and then the year before last it was Sha Chengchen, and then ...... forward."

Speaking of this, Tiandao Yuluo fell silent and turned his face to the side, revealing an unspeakable sadness in his eyes.

Even though it wasn't clear to everyone what he was going to do, his words just now made them realize that the reason why he was angry was because of his pity for another swordsmith.

Tiandao Yuluo turned his head to look at Sha Panyuan, and there was a little less anger in his eyes, "In your life, forging swords for others is really sad enough." ”

"......" Sha Panyuan was stunned for a moment.

The other party's words just now, word by word, were like a hammer hitting his heart.

"As a swordsmith, have you never had what you want?"

Swordsmith......

What I want......

Sha Panyuan's soul began to tremble.

"What kind of sword do I want to build, what kind of sword do I want to be, don't you even have this persistence and awareness?"

The tone of the second prince became more and more aggressive, like a sharp blade cutting into his heart.

Sha Panyuan's gaze dimmed for a while, his hands were clenched tightly, and he began to tremble slightly.

yes, he never really thought about it.

……

There was silence on the field, and the air was so heavy that it almost oozes water.

"Huh? Is that so? ”

It was then that a young voice shattered the terrible silence.

Everyone turned their heads.

In the rest area of Chong Jian Kingdom, a young man sat alone (because Wei Gong himself refused the entourage that Emperor Chong Jian had given him).

He looked at Heavenly Dao Yuluo with a sincere face, his eyes were clear and transparent.

The swordsmith who came here for the first time as a sword priest of the Chongjian Country-

Emiya.

Everyone's eyes were focused.

It made Emiya feel like he had been killed with his eyes, and he only felt that his breathing was stagnant.

Hey, is this the powerful sense of oppression in the sword selection field that stands at the top of the world?

Who let Yan Feng, the left hand of the gods, be replaced by me?

Emiya let out a helpless sigh in his heart, and then stood up from his seat.

He straightened the folds on his pants, then faced Tiandao Yuluo and smiled slightly.

Wei Gong pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Isn't the swordsmith supposed to serve others?" ”

There was an uproar on the field.

Although it seemed that Emiya's expression was innocent, his words were extremely sharp.

Since ancient times, the responsibility of a swordsmith is to forge a sword, and the sword itself is for others to use, so it seems that the swordsmith is indeed serving people.

This may be what they have seen, this year's two most prestigious world-class peak swordsmiths are facing each other in the same arena, and it is not yet time for their sacrificial swords to compete.

Tiandao Yuluo was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect Wei Gong to suddenly ask.

But that distracted expression only lasted for a moment, and then it turned into an eternal coldness.

Maybe with a hint of anger.

"Who said so?" He turned, his eyes like lightning, and stepped forward. "How can you create something amazing without your own creation?"

Everyone in the room started talking.

Yes, every time a swordsmith creates a shocking sword, he can lead the great progress and development of the times.

A long time ago, the sword immortals fought with the monsters that existed in this world, and lived a life of drinking blood, and then with the development of the sword, there were still people who studied the way of the sword, and slowly developed to the present.

"But aren't we born to fulfill the wishes of others?"

Emiya didn't seem to care about what he had just said.

"No, that was when you were a swordsmith as a trading profession, but today is different, this is a sword sacrifice ceremony, and what you are facing is a real inner and divine question."

Tiandao Yuluo raised his head and looked at the sky with a slight distraction.

Then he stared at Emiya with an icy, suffocating gaze.

"What exactly do you want?"

Emiya didn't speak, just looked at him calmly, as if stunned by what he said and fell into deep thought.

Heavenly Dao Yuluo continued, "Swords are not for others, but are divine objects that exist in the world because of the ideas and desires of the swordsmith, and they should lead us to pursue a higher Heavenly Dao. ”

"That's just your personal ideal, isn't it?"

Wei Gong's words were like a sharp sword, launching a fierce attack towards Heavenly Dao Yuluo.

"Forcibly attaching the meaning of the sword to this level forces every swordsmith to pursue some inner ideal."

“……”

Tiandao Yuluo's whole person trembled, as if he suspected that his ears had heard it wrong.

This is the first time that everyone has seen that Tiandao Yuluo was speechless because he was attacked by other people's words, and even looked a little angry.

It's really-

Happy!

In particular, several sword masters on the sword tasting table had shining eyes, and they couldn't wait to stand up and applaud Wei Gong.

Although this swordsmith called Emiya is also quite annoying.

Ye Ziqing laughed, but compared to Tiandao Yuluo, he was really a little too cute.

Emiya laughed and continued, "Can't I just make good money? I just like money, and my biggest desire to forge a sword is to make money, can't you? ”

Although compared to the two, the soul of the Heavenly Dao Cloud Light Sword Forger was obviously much more noble, and there was even a difference between the cloud and mud compared to the wish full of copper smell that Wei Gong had just said.

Everyone still couldn't help but applaud the palace.

"Are you serious?" Tiandao Yuluo suddenly became a little angry, his eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to carefully remove the whole body of Wei Gong until his true heart.

"Of course." Emiya also unceremoniously stepped forward to meet his gaze.

The tense appearance of the two people made everyone sweat.

The air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke, and the battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

……