Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu: "..."

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

Let's not talk about his abilities, just talk about his age.

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

If this place is his sword-making place, 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 his situation to be slaughtered, and let out a sneer.

"Ting Tong, this young man is so little reading, but you are so little fooling me... what swordsmith... is called Cen Jia, it seems to be thousands of years away now!? What he used Things, don’t have to decay and turn into scum?! Look at this, it looks like a few hundred years at most, not even a thousand years, how could it be his exclusive place..."

"What do you know?!" Ting Tong's contemptuous expression suddenly seemed to be looking at an idiot: "Everything here is made and designed by Cen Jia. Everything is thousands of years old. , Even for tens of thousands of years, it can still be used!"

He suddenly sighed and looked in the direction of the sword.

"If it hadn't been for that change, the current Mietian would have been born!"

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

Tingtong's eyes converged instantly, seemingly a little jealous.

"You are all a dying person, what do you ask so much for?"

"It's because I'm dying, so I asked you clearly! Otherwise, when I went underground, Yan Wangye asked me, how did you die? Answer... I don't know! You said, this is so shameless?"

Ling Luoyu frowned bitterly, as if he was not going to die, but as if he was about to take a one-day trip to the underground palace.

"Also, that culprit... what is the use of that sky-splitting sword? It seems to have been burned for years!?"

"Mietian is the only sword that Cen Jia has left here. 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. That’s why this place has become so messy!"

Ting also seemed to be touched in a sore spot, and stomped severely.

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

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply, and he asked carefully: "Well...that, if you want it in a hurry, it's better to find those two people in purple robes...I think they are quite good at this sword..."

"Nonsense, they are the two brothers of Dingdong and Dingxi, who are the direct disciples of Cen Jia... They are twins, they are connected with each other, and they are very close to each other, so they inherited the Yin and Yang fire separately!! In this world, except for their two brothers Well, only Cen Jia can refine the Heaven Extinction..."

Tingtong raised his head and looked towards the sky, suddenly suffering from typhoid fever.

"It's true that people are not as good as the sky! I have been trembling with each other for so many years, for fear that there will be a little mistake, but I did not expect that it will still be like this... Is it really that my Tingtong is not enough to be shocked? It makes God angry, is it fateful?!"

Ling Luoyu said in his heart that all this was messy, and it sounded like he was listening to a book from heaven.

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

Haven't lived the rhythm of a thousand-year old demon? !