Jing Ming walked out of the Fumanzhuang building, his walking posture jumped and jumped happier than a grasshopper jumping high, the smile on his face was as happy as eating bee feces, his mouth was about to grin to the back of his head, the blind and confident Xi Banxia mocked the young man for a long time, and opened his mouth to be 400,000 swords that couldn't even kill pigs, and closed his mouth was how awesome his 200,000 sword was, and now the awesome sword was cut in two by a sword that couldn't even kill pigs, isn't it just a slap in the face?

Recalling that when he went downstairs, the guy hugged his cheeks and couldn't figure it out, which made the boy feel funny.

How bad would a sword from the Imperial Fire Furnace be?

The earth master does not need to quench the sword with a drop of water, and the sword can be formed in such an extreme environment, so the sword will be poor?

Baume & Mercier with a sword.

A good sword only needs to be matched by a celebrity.

It's not that the earth master's sword is not good, but his craftsmanship is so superb that the swords he forges are very proud, and he begins to find fault with those who use them, and the sword can be dusted in the shadows and does not want to become a joke in the hands of the inactive.

Under the Fumanso building.

On the street, five meters away from Jing Ming, Master Tu stood with his very fat daughter.

Jing Ming stopped, bowed and said, "I've seen Mr." ”

Master Tu bowed with a bow, hugged his fists and said, "I've seen the son." ”

The two of them stood up straight, looking at each other, with a look on their faces, like a smile but not like a smile, and a little chill between them.

The pedestrians on the street are very interesting and consciously stand far away.

On the roof of Fumanzhuang, Xi Banxia sat on the soft seat with his cheeks in his hands, blood kept flowing out of the gaps in his palms, the pain of his cheeks being cut by a broken sword was worthless compared to the shame in his heart, and the shame was unforgettable.

Rong'er's face is engraved with these four blood-red palm prints, which is a strong proof of her concern for her master, when she wanted to check the injury of Xi Banxia, she was slapped a few times by the angry Xi Banxia left and right to relieve her hatred, she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these slaps in her heart, but she still had such an idea, if the master could kill her happily, it would be okay.

The maid's eyes were sharp, and she noticed the staring of the old and the young on the street, and she noticed the subtle changes between the two, and whispered: "Master, I'm afraid that someone will come forward to kill the arrogant boy without us doing it." ”

Jubeimen has high, mountain, flow, water, about these four people Chi Yucheng has such a sentence, gloomy high, mysterious mountain, common flow, worthless water, 'high' for the high cliff, this person seems to be sanctimonious and very kind, but the people who offended him are back to the inexplicable disappearance, the name of the 'mountain' is very mysterious, since the name flowed out, I have not seen a real person, and I have not heard of him performing any tasks, 'flow' is the most common of these four people, is the number one lackey to inform the Western Half Summer,' Why is the water' brand name not valuable, and it died inexplicably after a few days of debut, how can it be valuable?

Jing Ming took a deep breath, leaned his sword pestle on the ground, and asked, "Are you here to thank me?"

A sincere smile appeared on the dark face of the soil master, and he pressed the debt of most of his life, thinking that he was going to carry it into the soil like this to increase the burden of life for the child, and he never wanted to pay it off in one fell swoop because of the person in front of him, and there was still a lot of surplus, and he was grateful, and immediately bowed down and said, "Thank you, childe!"

Jing Ming accepted it.

Master Tu stood up straight, the soles of his feet still nailed to the middle of the street, and he had no intention of leaving.

Jing Ming pressed both palms on the hilt of the sword on the ground, and said, "You're here to kill me?"

As if thanking Jing Ming for helping him get out of the predicament, the smile on Master Tu's face was as sincere, and he nodded very seriously, "Yes!"

Jing Ming's expression was unwavering, and he said, "You are the mountain." ’”

Master Tu did not admit or deny it, but raised his head to look at the top floor of the high-rise building in Fumanzhuang, and his gaze fell on the Western Banxia who was lying in front of the window by the sword servant Rong'er.

In the mountains and flowing waters' Mountain's why is one of the secrets in the north gate, no one knows except the door master Xi Saifeng, even the only son of the door master of the West Banxia, the West Banxia was carried away by the pain in the cheeks and the humiliation in his heart, and he failed to see the meaning of the master's eyes, and Rong Er, who was always thinking about sharing worries and solving problems for the master, was like a mirror in his heart, and the smart head had a slight turn to gain insight into the mystery, the wife of the master of the soil died violently and was to be buried in Tianguang Peak, and the Xisai Feng of the North Gate helped a lot, and it was probably through this debt of favor that this arrogant sword-casting master would become one of the guests in the door, and reminded softly: "Childe, the master of the soil is most likely the 'mountain' in the door, and we have a favor with him. ”

"Master Tu is obsessed with casting swords, has produced several divine weapons, martial arts cultivation is not bad, more than ten years ago was already the peak of the happy realm, after his wife passed away, he was depressed, it is estimated that he did not practice much, the cultivation is greatly discounted, and there is a sword mountain to suppress the cultivation, the two factors are combined, the cultivation will not be too high, but the slave is sure that this person will not be too bad, there must be a cultivation at the peak of Ruyi, with his martial arts experience to kill that little bastard is not difficult. ”

Rong'er carefully analyzed the strength of the soil master.

The girl who will only please the master has a unique vision, the master of the soil has abandoned the martial arts for many years, and has fallen from the peak of happiness when he was young to the beginning of the happy realm, and he was suppressed by the sword mountain a while ago, as Rong'er said, at this moment, it is just the cultivation of the peak of Ruyi, Jing Ming has just broken through the middle stage of Ruyi, and combined with the experience of the past happy peak combined with the real cultivation of the current peak of Ruyi to kill a teenager who has just entered the middle stage of Ruyi, it will not be too difficult to think about it with his heels.

Xi Banxia's mind was filled with a lot of anger and didn't work well, and his heels were still not there, for fear that Master Tu would not care to do something for his eldest son, so he ordered: "Shan listens to the order, I am Xi Banxia, the son of the master of the Jubeimen, and now I order you to kill the kid in front of you, you know the rules of our Jubeimen, either complete the task and bring the enemy's head to ask for merit, or use your own head to wash away the humiliation." ”

How did the worthless water die, because he failed to kill the person who Jubeimen asked him to kill, so he was killed.

Master Tu still raised his head and looked at Xi Banxia, who was lying on the window with some hysteria.

Xi Banxia is an angry person, he can't understand the little Jiujiu in Master Tu's eyes, Rong'er is exquisite, Master Tu became a guest of Jubeimen because of favors, if you want to kill people, you have to use this favor in exchange, and the delay in making a move is to ask this future successor of Jubeimen to affirm this.

Xibanxia hated it very much, and now Jubeimen is full of talents, and he is really not inferior to the one surnamed 'Tu', and said: "Okay, as long as you take over this task, you will not owe each other to me Jubeimen from now on." ”

Master Tu smiled.

Jing Ming also smiled.

Master Tu bowed down and said, "Mountain, take the order." ”

Master Tu owes Fumanzhuang money, owes Jubeimen favors, sells the sword and pays back the money, and taking the order is equivalent to repaying the favor, so he smiled easily, looked up at Jing Ming with a smile on his face, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"