Ling Luoyu: "......"

She has heard the name of the world's first sword-forging master.

Let's not talk about his ability, just his age.

The era when he became famous was 2,000 years ago!

If this place is the place where he forged his sword, then this place can definitely be called the word "ruins".

2,000 years!!

But what she cares about most now is the sword!

The Sword Called Heaven Destroying!!

His eyes trembled, Ling Luoyu seemed to have forgotten his situation to be slaughtered, and he sneered without knowing death.

"Tingtong, Ben Shao is a special little reading, but you are also a special little fooling me...... What kind of swordsmith is that...... It's called Cen Jia, it seems like it's been thousands of years now, right!? Something he uses must all rot into slag?! If you look at this place, it will only look like a few hundred years at most, not even a thousand years, how can it be his exclusive place......"

"You know what?!" Tingtong looked disdainful for a moment, as if he was looking at an idiot: "Everything here is made and designed by Cen Jia himself, all things, let alone thousands of years, even if it is tens of thousands of years, they can still be used!" ”

He let out a sudden sigh and looked in the direction of the sword.

"If it weren't for that incident, the current Heaven Destroying would have been born a long time ago!!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes twinked slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

Tingtong's eyes instantly converged, as if he was a little jealous.

"You're all a dying person, what are you doing so much?"

"It's because I'm going to die, so I asked clearly! Otherwise, when I go underground, Lord Yama asks me, how did you die? Answer...... I don't know! You say, how faceless is this? ”

Ling Luoyu frowned bitterly, as if he didn't seem to be dying, but was about to take a day trip to the underworld.

"And ah, the culprit...... What kind of sky-destroying sword, what is the use? Looks like it's been burning for years, right!? ”

"Heaven Destroying is the only sword Cen Jia left here, and it has been forged for two thousand years...... A thousand years ago, because of the destruction of the fire soul, its refining skills failed! This time, it's because of your destruction that it's such a mess! ”

Tingtong seemed to have been touched in the sore spot and stomped his foot fiercely.

"This time the failure will have to wait another thousand years......"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply, and he asked carefully, "What ......about that?" Well, if you are in a hurry, why don't you go to those two purple-robed people...... I think they're pretty good at this sword......"

"Nonsense, they are two brothers in Dingdong and Dingxi, and they are Cen Jia's personal disciples...... They are twins, with the same mind and a tacit understanding, so they inherited the yin and yang fire respectively!! In this world, apart from the two of them, only Cen Jia can refine the Heaven Destroying ......"

Tingtong raised his head to look at the sky, and suddenly he was very typhoid fever.

"It's really that people are not as good as heaven! I have been trembling for so many years, for fear of a little mistake, but I didn't expect it to be like this...... Could it really be that my Tingtong is not angry enough to deter it, so it makes the heavens angry and fateful?! ”

Ling Luo Yuxin said that this was all messy, it sounded like he was listening to a book from heaven.

Cen Jia was a famous swordsmith two thousand years ago, if Dingdong and Dingxi were his personal disciples, then how old would they be?

You can't live to the rhythm of a thousand-year-old demon?!