The Great Sword Master of Three Thousand Miles, cuts through the mountains and rivers of Jiuchuan with one sword!
The sword is a piece of cold iron that was made by a master of the martial arts realm three thousand years ago in Jiuchuan Mountain. It weighs three thousand kilograms.
He is the "Great Sword Master" who is only half a step away from becoming a Grand Master!
This sword is not only in the shape of an ordinary weapon, but also a "born elite soldier". No one in the world can pull it out except the original owner!
Even if a great master or venerable person pulls out the hilt of the sword in front of him, the blade will be destroyed!
At this moment, the prince not only pulled out the sword completely and the blade was undamaged, but he could also lift it up, which he admired quite a lot.
What’s the explanation for this?
Not only the "Great Sword Master" himself was surprised.
"Ghost Tutuo" and the four girls were also at a loss for a while.
After a while, the "Great Sword Master" finally reacted and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm afraid it's more than a hundred taels! I won't sell this sword for a thousand gold!"
"Then I'll give you ten thousand gold and sell me as a fire stick?"
Xin Zhuo casually held the sword flower on his arm, looking like a curious boy who didn't know how to do martial arts.
He naturally recognized that this was not an extraordinary sword. He was afraid that it was the little master's natal elite soldier. Although he had already entered the little master's realm and could collect the materials for the "natal elite soldier", he just had no clue for the time being. He also collected a hammer and found it when the time came. Grandma is getting better.
The "Great Sword Master" was silent for a moment, knowing that he had let the truth slip. How can the elite soldiers of his destiny be measured by money? With the status of this prince, not to mention thousands of gold, even if he fills the entire courtyard with gold, I'm afraid it will be too much. It was not difficult, so I had to change the subject: "No, you've been holding it for a long time, don't you feel tired?"
"It's quite tiring! It's boring!"
Xin Zhuo reinserted the sword into the sword hole, clapped his hands, turned and left.
Only then did the four Sai Qingzhu girls react, and followed him away with doubts on their faces.
"Hahaha……"
The "Ghost Tutuo" looked up to the sky and laughed. He flashed back to the tower door and sat down cross-legged. He still laughed and said, "The great sword master's sword cannot be pulled out by the world, but it was pulled out by a young boy to play with." Instead of calling the Sword Master the Great Sword Master, why not call him the Blacksmith?"
The "Great Sword Master" glanced at him and seemed unwilling to pay attention. He closed his eyes and fell into trance again.
At this moment, an extremely old and even feeble voice came from the top of the tower: "How is it?"
The two stood up and saluted, both with solemn expressions: "My martial arts level is not obvious, but my strength is infinite. It is a bit weird to be able to pull out my natal sword!"
The "Great Sword Saint" cupped his hand again and said, "I don't know why he can pull it out. Please give me some explanation, Your Majesty."
The old voice was silent for a long time, and then murmured: "Your natal sword is not invincible. The true energy of the Shinto can capture thousands of soldiers in the world!"
"But the prince has not used half of his true energy. I can't see that he has martial arts cultivation, so how can he get the true energy of the Shinto?"
"Great Sword Master" is still puzzled.
There was no sound at the top of the tower. It was as quiet as the dead silence just now, except that the ripples were a little more chaotic.
…
At this time, Xin Zhuo had already walked into a slightly worn alley, covered with damp spots and sparse moss.
This is extremely abnormal in the Jiang Mansion where every brick, tile, plant and tree is extremely particular.
He admitted that he was lost and somehow got around to this damn place. He looked at the deep alley in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and was about to turn around and go back.
The blue-eyed Yam behind him flickered, pursed his lips, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you can go out now."
"I heard deceit from your tone. The provoking method is too immature and needs practice."
Xin Zhuo said this, ignoring the astonished Yam Yao, and really took steps to continue walking deeper into the alley.
Whether it is curiosity itself or curiosity inspired by others, it is all curiosity.
The four women behind him looked at each other, their expressions already showing a bit of solemnity and struggle.
The deeper the alleyway goes, the more humid it becomes, and the air is exuding a chill, which is extremely abnormal in the early summer season.
After walking for half a stick of incense, we could already hear bursts of crying and the sound of chains dragging the floor.
After walking a few steps, the front suddenly opened up. After exiting the alleyway, I was faced with a large, strange-shaped courtyard. The sound of crying and dragging chains came from inside, and a cold and resentful atmosphere hit my face.
Xin Zhuo walked to the yard, looked up and saw the word "Wuzhu" written on it.
After walking through the door, he saw cage-like rooms on both sides sealed with thick cold iron. There were figures vaguely imprisoned inside, and the cries and sounds of chains came from these people.
At this time, seeing someone coming, the crying in the room disappeared, followed by a rapid and harsh sound of chains, and faces of old or young, male or female poked out.
"Who are you?"
A gloomy voice asked hoarsely.
Hongshu glanced around and said in a clear voice: "The present generation is the eldest grandson of the Jiang family and the crown prince of the West Qin County!"
"Your Majesty, I am wronged. I am a general of the Louling Kingdom. I have military skills and strategies. I can lead troops to fight. It will be of great use. Let me go!"
"Your Majesty, I, I am not a witch, I can serve you, please let me out!"
"Please, I have been imprisoned for ten years. I know I was wrong. Let me go. I will definitely change, I will definitely change!"
…
A dense whimpering and begging for mercy filled my eardrums.
Xin Zhuo stopped and listened carefully one by one.
Of course he could see that this was where Jiang's prisoners were kept, but he didn't know why there were so many people.
The sweet potato and yam girls behind him stared at his face, trying to find a trace of pity, intolerance and the kindness that a young man should have.
No!
Jiang Shizi's face was expressionless, and you couldn't even tell that he had any mood swings, even if he was suppressing them.
This frustrated the four girls!
Xin Zhuo has already taken steps to walk deeper. This "black building" is very large. It is just a simple cage house at first, and behind it are strangely shaped and heavily guarded courtyards. There are also attics and caves beyond.
After a while, he arrived at a courtyard planted with flowers and weeping willows, and he couldn't help but stop again.
In the depths of a room filled with depressing gray iron cages and dead silence, there suddenly appeared a place like a green plant among withered grass. It was difficult not to attract attention.
He raised his feet and walked in. Unexpectedly, the four girls behind him, Sai Qingzhu, suddenly stepped forward and blocked him. Their expressions changed a bit: "You can't enter here!"
Xin Zhuo chuckled: "What? You brought me in, why did you stop me?"
Turn sideways, about to go around.
"Jiang Yuqing, you are not allowed to enter here. If you enter, I'm afraid no one will serve you in the future!"
The four women stopped him again, with a hint of nervousness in their cold eyes.
Xin Zhuo stopped and thought for a moment, what kind of person could he not see that made the four maids who were full of murderous intentions towards him so nervous?
While he was thinking, there was a sudden sound from the door opposite, and then a face popped out of the window. The face was pale and haggard, half of the face was covered with bloody scratch marks, and his eyes were full of satisfaction and confusion.
She was a woman in her thirties. She might have been pretty originally, but she looked like a ghost at the moment.
"Little brother, who are you?" She seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and her voice sounded like it was squeezed out of a piece of iron. It was very ugly.
The expressions of the four Sai Qingzhu girls changed, and strong fluctuations of Five Elements Qi appeared on their bodies, and they pretended to rob the prince and leave.
But seeing that the Crown Prince's face was gloomy, and even had some murderous intent, he said coldly: "I have to talk to her today, so get out of here!"
The four girls Sai Qingzhu hesitated for a moment.
Xin Zhuo walked around the four women and looked at the woman at the window: "I am Jiang Yuqing!"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then her body trembled violently, her face was twisted, her eyes were blood red, and she stretched out her hand to grab her: "Brother, you are back. I am your eldest sister Jiang Huan! Listen to me, you must listen. I said that the battle of Kunxu Demon fourteen years ago was a trap. Five princes died in the battle, twenty-six of the Jiang family’s legitimate sons died in the battle, and the corpses of 150,000 Western Qin veterans were scattered all over Kunxu Mountain. My sister personally experience!
They don't tolerate the Jiang family. Grandma is afraid. You have to be careful and you must protect yourself..."
