After getting off the Daqing Peak, Lin Ye took Mu Yingming to a small town and entered the town. Mu Yingming couldn't help but ask Lin Ye strangely: "Master, what are we doing here?"

"Make a sword for you." Lin Ye answered without looking at Mu Yingming, and at the same time took Mu Yingming to a blacksmith shop.

When I entered the shop, I saw a big man with his upper body waving his hammer to hit the unformed steel.

"Ah, Mr. Lin, why did you come down the mountain today? Didn't you just go down the mountain a while ago?" Seeing Lin Ye coming in, the man stopped moving, with a look of surprise and respect on his face.

During these years, Lin Ye lived in this Daqing Peak, and sometimes he went down the mountain to buy some necessities for life in the town. The thieves and robbers and others around him were all killed by Lin Ye because of him.

Therefore, although Lin Ye did not go down to the Great Qing Peak, the people in this town knew about Lin Ye's existence.

"I want to ask you to make a special sword for this." Lin Ye nodded slightly, and said, pointing to Mu Yingming behind him.

When he heard Lin Ye's words, not only Mu Yingming but also the blacksmith was stunned.

"Mr. Lin, who is this guy?" the blacksmith asked tentatively.

"My disciple." Lin Ye said, taking out a silver ingot from his arms and giving it to the blacksmith.

"No, Mr. Lin, how can I accept your money for some small matters? Since Mr. Lin came here in the past few years, there have been many peaces around me. I will ask you for your contributions. Now, how dare I accept your money for such small matters?" The blacksmith waved his hand and refused.

"I want you to cast a sword that is not an ordinary size, measure the size of his hand, test his greatest strength, and the specifications of every inch of the sword. It must be extremely exquisite. This is a time-consuming task. You can accept this money." Lin Ye said, shaking his head, shaking his head.

"This..." The blacksmith hesitated when he heard Lin Ye's words. Originally, the blacksmith thought that just an ordinary sword was enough. But now after hearing Lin Ye's words, he knew in his heart that this was not a random long sword, but a long time to cast according to each standard. It can be said that it took several days or even longer, and if there was an error in any link, the sword would be considered unqualified.

"Please accept it. I will live in the town for several days. If the sword is made, please send someone to report a letter and I will come forward to get it." Lin Ye handed the silver money to the blacksmith and said, then asked Mu Yingming to measure the data for the blacksmith, and then took Mu Yingming to the inn in the town to stay.

"Master, why do you want to cast a sword specifically?" Mu Yingming asked at Lin Ye.

"The characteristics of each sword are different. These swords are just substitutes for the sword art you practice, not because you really have to have a companion who will never leave you for the rest of your life. For a swordsman, swords are their soul life. Therefore, those who truly understand swords and know swords will only choose the most suitable sword for themselves." Lin Ye said slowly at Mu Yingming.

After hearing Lin Ye's words, Mu Yingming looked confused, and Lin Ye did not explain again.

Seven days later, Lin Ye took Mu Yingming to the blacksmith shop to get the sword, and then returned to Daqing Peak again.

When Lin Ye and Mu Yingming arrived at the foot of Daqing Peak, Lin Ye suddenly stopped slightly.

On the Great Qing Peak, Lin Ye felt two resolute and powerful sword energy.

A domineering spirit that is the only one, and a slight sensation like snow and ice in the cold winter.

The two sword energy are mixed together, full of murder

"The trouble is coming." Lin Ye whispered to himself as he looked at the top of Daqing Peak.

"Master, what's wrong?" Mu Yingming looked at Lin Ye who suddenly stopped and asked.

"It's nothing, go up the mountain." Lin Ye shook his head gently and took Mu Yingming toward the mountain.

The moment the two of them went up the mountain, a breeze suddenly blew by, and countless fallen leaves fell from the treetops.

The fallen leaves are like messy raindrops, as if endless.

But they both avoided Lin Ye and Mu Yingming. Seeing this strange scene, Mu Yingming couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, but then Mu Yingming discovered a strange scene that surprised him very much.

The fallen leaves were actually embedded in the stone.

After rubbing his eyes, Mu Yingming only felt dazzled. How could fallen leaves be embedded in the stone?

But then Mu Yingming knew that he had read it correctly. After the fallen leaves fell from the treetops, they were all embedded in the stones like magic weapons that cut iron like mud.

"This, how is this possible?" Mu Yingming said incredibly.

"It was just because these fallen leaves were stained with a very terrifying sword energy that they became sharper than gold and iron." The fallen leaves stopped and replied to Mu Yingming.

This air is filled with terrible sword energy. Although Mu Yingming has the resources of the Heavenly Sword, he is now just a seven-year-old child who can make a big spy.

If it weren't for Lin Ye's escort, he would probably have no power to go there by this forced sword energy.

One of the sword energy made Lin Ye feel familiar, it should be the mysterious swordsman he met on the sword peak that year: Wushang.

As for the other one, it is a strange sword energy, giving people a domineering aura that is the only one.

When Lin Ye and Mu Yingming climbed to the Great Qing Peak, they saw a handsome young man in white clothes, holding a black sword in his hand, confronting another person, and a deep sword mark was engraved on the man's forehead.

Two peerless swordsmen.

Even with Lin Ye protecting him, Mu Yingming could feel the stimulating sword energy.

"Are you the swordsman who excites me?" The young man with sword marks on his forehead looked at Lin Ye and said in a deep voice.

"Sword Saint: Dugu Sword?" Lin Ye asked at the young man.

"That's right." Dugu Jian nodded.

"He felt the sword energy coming, what about you?" Lin Ye turned around and looked at Wu Shang and asked.

"I came to him." Wushang pointed at Dugu Jian and spoke.

Not only Lin Ye, but also Dugu Jian was slightly stunned.

"What do you mean?" Dugu Jian asked in a narrow voice with his Wushuang Sword.

"I feel the time I want to pursue in you. I want to see your sword and find out what it means." Wu Shang raised the ink sword in his hand gently, and his left hand passed by the sword body, and said in a voice.

"You want to challenge me?" Dugu Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the unparalleled sword in his hand couldn't help but hold it tightly.

He returned from Japan and was invincible in the world with the Holy Spirit sword technique, but at this moment he actually saw two peerless swordsmen who were not inferior to him.

This made Dugu Jian very happy and angry. What was happy was that there were still people in this world and swordsmen who could compete with him.

What was angry was that there was actually an existence in the world who could compete with him. He was not the invincible sword saint in the world.

"If you want to take action, leave." Lin Ye shouted in a deep voice as he looked at Dugu Jian and Wushang.

"You can't stop it." Wu Shang looked at Lin Ye and shook his head gently.

After hearing Wushang's words, Lin Ye's face darkened.

But I have to admit that I can't stop it.

Whether it is Wushang or Dugu Jian, Lin Ye knows that he is definitely the peerless swordsman who is no less than his own.
Chapter completed!