Some practitioners who do not have much combat experience are easily intimidated by real death, but horse thieves who lick blood on the knife all day long will not.

They know that the more ruthless the easier it is to survive, and they are very good at seizing opportunities.

At the moment when Wang Jingmeng was thinking, several horse thieves silently smashed out a bunch of lime at the same time, then drew their swords and rushed towards Wang Jingmeng.

However, no lime powder rushed on Wang Jingmeng's face.

The purple bamboo, which was still flowing with blood, rolled up some of the energy of heaven and earth, and turned into a shallow flowing cloud.

The flowing cloud rolled up the lime powder and rushed forward, hitting the faces of several horse thieves.

These horse thieves never expected such a change. They had a sharp pain in their eyes and screamed in horror.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff….

They heard such sounds ringing one after another on their bodies and those of their surrounding partners.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Wang Jingmeng did not change his sword move at all. He repeated the same action like cutting vegetables. He held the purple bamboo in his hand tightly and stabbed it straight, stabbed into the other party's throat, and then pulled it out.

The screams stopped.

After several heavy objects hit the ground, the shop returned to peace.

Blood flowed on the ground.

Lime powder mixed with blood began to produce hot bubbles.

There was an unpleasant heat rising around Wang Jingmeng's body.

But Wang Jingmeng didn't care about these things.

He thought something.

A suitable sword move can make the battle process easier and more pleasant. A good sword move should require a more suitable sword.

Of course the purple bamboo in his hand is not a sword.

But there are just a few blacksmith shops here, which are quite famous around them.

"It seems you're really awesome."

He thought of Gu Liren and couldn't help but shake his head again.

Gu Liren was not by his side, but even if he was not by his side, he seemed to have drawn a step-by-step mark for him.

...

"I want a sword."

Wang Jingmeng walked into a blacksmith shop and said to the blacksmith who was pounding a piece of red iron with a leather skirt around.

"There are four blacksmith shops here, why choose me?"

The blacksmith didn't look back, but asked strangely: "You can clearly see that my business is the worst."

"The worst business is either the most expensive or the craftsmanship is really bad." Wang Jingmeng looked at the red iron, then looked at the hammer he kept swinging, "If the craftsmanship is really bad and the business is the worst, then you will not be able to drive it anymore, let alone the sound of the iron smacking sounds so good."

"Just sound good?"

"Being able to swing the hammer as if it was a sword, proves that my choice is not wrong, but for me, it is certainly not necessary to determine a simple thing." Wang Jingmeng looked at the strange blacksmith and said, "What's more, I don't want a sword that goes by one and for all... I have just started practicing for a while, and my thoughts and realm are changing, and my view on the sword will definitely change, so I don't need to be so entangled."

The blacksmith stopped.

He paused for a moment and said, "The disciples selected by Gu Liren are indeed good."

Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows slightly raised.

However, before he spoke again, the blacksmith had already beaten the hammer and pointed a rusty iron box beside the wall.

"You leave half of the money for those horse thieves, and you can pick one of the sword in the iron box."

The blacksmith's tone was plain, but Wang Jingmeng heard the extraordinary storm.

He calmed down in front of the rusty iron box, and then slowly reached out his hand.

Although he had expected it, when the dull iron box opened, his pupils still contracted rapidly uncontrollably. His eyes stinged, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes as soon as he closed his eyes.

There are less than ten swords inside the iron box, but the sharp aura is like a sealed cold spring that is overflowing when the iron box is opened.

Wang Jingmeng took a deep breath, and the thin true energy flowed in his body. He opened his eyes and his eyes were crystal clear.

His face was reflected in colorful colors.

These swords are all colored.

In other words, when these sword energy brushed against his face, Wang Jingmeng could clearly feel that these swords all have their own unique personalities.

A good sword is like a beauty, at least for practitioners who use swords.

The blacksmith knew very well what kind of attractiveness his box of swords had to sword masters. These famous swords all had their own personalities and lives, and most sword masters could easily reveal their truest side in front of these famous swords.

However, Wang Jingmeng's reaction was indeed beyond his expectations.

The young man's soul seemed to have been deeply attracted by these swords, but he always stood quietly and did not even take any sword into his hand to observe.

Wang Jingmeng didn't notice when the sound of the ironclad stopped.

After dozens of breaths, he made a decision, reached out and held the sword he had chosen in his hand and lifted it.

"You chose this sword?"

When he closed the iron box and turned around, the blacksmith finally confirmed that Wang Jingmeng did not want to take a look first, but had already chosen the sword.

It was not until this time that Wang Jingmeng saw the face of the blacksmith clearly.

This is a thin man with a fifty-year-old face. His beard is very messy, sticky and sweaty, and he looks sloppy. He has high cheekbones and thin lips. Generally speaking, people with this face often look mean and sharp, but this thin man has deep eyes and deep eyes, but it only gives people a calm and firm feeling.

Behind him was a stove with fire still burning. Because of the backlight, his face looked a little dark, but his eyes were even brighter.

Looking at the sword in Wang Jingmeng's hand, his eyes were very complicated.

Wang Jingmeng looked at him, then glanced at the sword in his hand, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes."

"Why did you choose this sword?"

The blacksmith took a deep breath, and the emotion in his eyes disappeared, and all turned into calmness. "This sword does not seem surprising in those swords. If you want to cultivate the flying sword, the purple sword in the box is the famous sword Ziwei of Zhao Kingdom. The sword is two feet long and made of unique star steel. The purple star light is revealed from the inside and it changes unstable. If you want to sharpen it, the snow-white sword inside is called Hanshi. After the true essence is poured into it, it is extremely sharp. If you want to cultivate the native sword, the green sword inside is called Tianming..."

Wang Jingmeng listened carefully, and he looked at the sword in his hand at the same time.

Even from a good-looking perspective, the sword in his hand is indeed a bit different from those swords.

His sword is green and yellow, and the color is very light, very similar to the color of many new buds in the sun in early spring.

The runes of this sword are also very light, and it seems to be wiped away with just one touch.

Its hilt is not much modified, but the color is slightly darker and looks a bit yellowish.

But its hilt is particularly comfortable to hold.

The feeling of lifting this sword in your hand is also very comfortable.

Without using too much force, the sword does not seem to slip out of the hand.

The weight of the sword body is not light or heavy, and the hilt of the sword and the runes in the sword body are also extremely docile, just like a part of the meridians of his body.

“Very comfortable.”

So he told the blacksmith his own feelings very realistically.

"A sword must first make people feel very comfortable. Moreover, this sword does not have much flavor added afterwards. This sword is very authentic. The sword master who refined it should not deliberately let it pursue a certain aspect."

"The sword first needs to make people feel comfortable. Braised pork is braised pork. No matter how delicious braised pork is, it must be delicious, not other blended flavors. Moreover, sword is a partner, I don't need sword to have too strong personality. I don't want to control or suppress it. I like to accompany you."

Listening to these words, the blacksmith's brows frowned deeply. He was silent for a long time before slowly looking up and smiling bitterly.

He walked for a long time on the road to pursuing the ultimate. When he heard what Wang Jingmeng said, he woke up that he had forgotten his own self and his original heart.

"What's the name of this sword?" Wang Jingmeng asked seriously.

"This sword has no name." The blacksmith said lightly: "This sword was made when I was thirty years old. I was not very satisfied at the time and sealed it in this box. Now that you have picked this sword, are you called Wang Jingmeng? This sword is called Jingmeng."
Chapter completed!