"Shopkeeper, do you know where this broken knife comes from?"

Lu Wushuang came alone to a tavern where dragons and snakes were mixed from three religions and nine sects. She held the broken blade in her hand and asked coldly.

"Hey~ Isn't this the ghost-headed sword of the fifth-grade warrior Gui Jianchou? Why did it break?" The waiter stood beside the shopkeeper and answered quickly.

"Big news, big news, do you know what I just saw outside the city gate?"

At this time, there was a burst of shouting from outside the door, and a young man with a sinister look came into the wine shop and shouted loudly to the crowd.

When many people in the world heard his words, they couldn't help but stop their wine bowls and stared curiously at the young warrior at the door.

The young warrior who stepped into the wine shop saw Lu Wushuang standing at the counter and was immediately speechless, covering his mouth and staring at him blankly.

"What's up, you idiot, what's the big news?"

"You're such a bastard, why are you talking?"

"Everyone is asking you questions!"

When everyone saw him stunned at the door, they immediately cursed and urged him, and they kept hearing dirty words.

Suddenly the restaurant was filled with a violent and noisy atmosphere.

Lu Wushuang ignored the noise behind him, glanced at the waiter indifferently, and said, "Oh! You are the owner of this knife. You are dead! I killed you!"

"What? Are the ghosts so worried?" The shopkeeper's eyes were full of shock when he heard this, and he looked at Lu Wushuang with a slight frown.

The waiter in the shop was horrified and said: "This is a fifth-grade warrior. Are you going to kill me just as you say?"

"Is the fifth level very powerful? It's just a matter of one sword!" He replied calmly.

"Hiss! This swordsman is so arrogant! He can kill a fifth-grade warrior with just one sword..."

When everyone present heard this conversation, they immediately became quiet.

"I, the big news I'm telling you is that Gui Jianchou Wu Swordsman has been killed..." At this time, a young man named Tu Mo Zi squeezed into the crowd and said timidly.

As he spoke, he stared at the rusty knife behind Lu Wushuang's back in horror.

Someone asked: "You idiot, is what he said true?"

"No way! There's no way someone in Little Rock would really be worried about killing a ghost!"

"Yes, yes! I, I saw it with my own eyes!" The country mouse stammered in reply.

Wow!

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Do you know the origin of this broken knife?" Lu Wushuang picked up the broken blade and asked the waiter.

The shopkeeper replied tremblingly: "There is a blacksmith in Little Rock, and this knife was made by him, and most of the weapons in the city come from this blacksmith's shop!"

"And the hero you killed, Gui Jianchou, is the adopted son of this blacksmith!"

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Lu Wushuang's cold face.

Finally found you!

"Why do you still have the heart to smile? This blacksmith is a well-known seventh-level warrior in Little Rock City. If you kill his adopted son, I'm afraid he won't let it go!" The waiter came in and the other party had the heart to smile, and immediately

Kindly reminded.

The local rat murmured from the side: "Yes, yes! Everyone knows that the blacksmith has a bad temper and is addicted to alcohol. Everyone is afraid of him..."

"Yeah! Got it!" Lu Wushuang said lightly after hearing what they said.

Suddenly, he ordered three kilograms of beef and a jar of wine, and came to the window alone, eating the wine and meat as if he had nothing to do.

When everyone saw him coming, sitting and drinking and eating, they all hurriedly avoided him, fearing that sitting with him would cause disaster.

Sure enough, the time for half a cup of tea has not yet come.

Everyone heard an angry roar coming from outside the wine shop: "You evil man, come out of Sajia immediately! Just stop and capture him, and hand him your head obediently. Sajia will let you die happily!"

"Yes, it's the voice of the blacksmith!" Hearing the sound of thunder outside the house, the local mouse trembled and drank a bowl of wine to strengthen his courage.

Bang!

The door of the wine shop was violently kicked open.

"Ouch, we're going to lose money again!" When the shopkeeper saw this, he was very worried.

The waiter in the store observed the words and said: "Grandpa Tiedao, what made you so angry! If you have something to say, please speak it up and don't fight in the store..."

As he spoke, he held up a jar of fine Dukang wine and stuffed it into the other person's hand.

"His grandma, some people say that the murderer of the adopted son of the Sa family is in your shop, how can you not make the Sa family angry!" The blacksmith slapped the ink pad away, drank a sip of strong wine, and replied in a gentle tone.

"That's really too much!" the waiter pretended not to know and said with the same hatred.

"The one who kills ghosts is over there!" Someone among the drinking guests suddenly said something, directing the blacksmith's eyes to Lu Wushuang by the window.

Peng!

The wine jar suddenly fell to the ground and broke into pieces, with wine splattering all over the floor.

Just when everyone thought a wonderful and fierce battle was about to happen.

Unexpectedly, the blacksmith dropped the wine jar and rushed to the window.

thump!

He knelt down excitedly, looked at Lu Wushuang who was eating meat with tears in his eyes, and said with a trembling voice: "Knife, sword master! You are finally out of the mountain!"

Ga?

All the drinkers were shocked; they never expected that the plot would develop to this point.

But the man opposite turned a blind eye and just drank wine and ate meat until the meat was gone and the wine was dry.

Then he turned sideways and looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground with a fierce expression.

The blacksmith knelt on the ground and waited without any complaint.

Lu Wushuang said seriously: "You still remember that I am the sword master, but do you still remember who you are?"

The blacksmith said in fear: "I deserve to die. I know my mistake. I didn't follow the rules of a knife owner!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a sharp kitchen knife from his waist and slashed at his neck.

Apologize with death!

clang!

A hard scabbard stood in front of him.

"You don't have to die to apologize..."

The blacksmith kowtowed gratefully: "Thank you, the sword master, for not killing! Thank you, the sword master, for not killing!"

"However, death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided!" He changed the topic and looked at the other party indifferently.

"Sword Master, tell me! Even if my subordinates go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire, they will definitely complete it..." the blacksmith vowed.

Lu Wushuang said: "You have three days to summon fifteen knife dealers, and spread the news of my coming out of the mountain, so that all knife dealers in the world can appear!"

"Here!" the blacksmith said seriously, kneeling on the ground.

He then asked curiously: "Sword Master, do we have something big to do?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you will all know by then!"

Hearing this, Lu Wushuang stared at him with eyes as sharp as a torch and an eagle, and said sternly: "Your adopted son, don't you want to take revenge?"

"Huh? If I die, I will die. As a swordsman, being able to die at the hands of the sword master is a blessing he has cultivated in three lifetimes!"

Immediately, the blacksmith said awkwardly: "No revenge, no revenge!"

"Then let's do the work!"

"Yes, yes..." After saying that, the arrogant blacksmith ran out of the wine shop dejectedly.

The local rat stammered: "W-who is this knife loaner?"

"Who is this young swordsman that makes the seventh-level tyrannical blacksmith so afraid?" the waiter said to himself as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Chapter completed!