Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu: "..."

She has heard of the title of the world's number one swordsmith.

Leaving aside his ability, let's just talk about his age.

The time when he became famous was two thousand years ago!

If this place is the place where he forged swords, then this place can definitely be called a "relic".

Two thousand years! !

But what she cares most about now is the sword!

That sword named Mietian! !

His eyes trembled, Ling Luoyu seemed to have forgotten the situation in which he was about to be slaughtered, and he sneered knowingly.

"Ting Tong, I don't really read much, but you don't fool me... That master swordsmith... called Cen Jia, seems to have been thousands of years ago!? He used Things, why don’t they all rot into scum?! Look at this place, it’s only a few hundred years old at most, not even a thousand years old, how could it be his exclusive place..."

"What do you know?!" Ting Tong suddenly looked contemptuous, as if he was looking at an idiot: "Everything here is made and designed by Cen Jia himself, not to mention thousands of years old. , even if it is tens of thousands of years, it can still be used!"

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

"If it wasn't for that accident, Mie Tian would have been born long ago!!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned slightly, "What happened?"

Ting Tong's eyes instantly retracted, as if he was a little apprehensive.

"You are a dying person, what are you doing asking so much?"

"It's because you're going to die, so you asked clearly! Otherwise, when I got to the ground, Lord Yan asked me, how did you die? Answer... I don't know! Tell me, how embarrassing is this?"

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

"Also, the culprit... What is the use of that broken sword that destroys the sky? It seems that it has been burned for many years!?"

"Mietian is the only sword left here by Cen Jia. It has been forged for two thousand years... A thousand years ago, because of the destruction of the fire soul, its tempering skills failed! This time, it is because of you again. The destruction, that's why this place has become such a mess!"

Ting Tong seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, and stomped his foot hard.

"This failure will take another thousand years..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply, and she asked cautiously: "Then... well, if you want it urgently, why not go to those two men in purple robes... I think they are quite good at this sword..."

"Nonsense, they are two brothers, Dingdong and Dingxi, and they are Cen Jia's direct disciples... They are twins, they share the same mind, and they have a perfect understanding, so they have inherited Yin and Yang Huo respectively!! In this world, except for the two brothers Well, only Cen Jia can refine Mie Tian..."

Ting Tong raised his head to look at the sky, and suddenly felt very typhoid.

"It's true 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 that it would still be like this... Could it be that my evil spirit is not enough to deter you? It, that's why it made the heavens furious, is it fate?!"

Ling Luoyu thought it was all a mess, it sounded like she was listening to a scripture.

Cen Jia was a famous swordsmith two thousand years ago. If Dingdong and Dingxi were his direct disciples, how old would they be?

Can't you live like a thousand-year-old demon? !