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"I do not know what you're talking about."

Lao Tie lowered his head and avoided my eyes.

"I don't even have a sword, so what kind of swordsman am I?"

"Yes, take this sword!" I pushed the scrap metal sword back into his hand, "You are not a blacksmith at all. The master you said was the master of the last hero meeting is yourself!"

The old man was stunned again and again.

"How did you tell?"

I smiled with a deep smile: "I have a pair of fiery eyes. Nothing here can escape my discernment. Otherwise, how do you think I can detect Wushuang Sword cheating?"

How could I possibly tell him that I was fooling him.

"She really cheated?" Lao Tie was as shocked as when he saw Wushuang Sword defeating two sword masters.

"It really couldn't be truer!" I promised.

"But even if she cheats, her strength is far superior to mine. The last time I participated in the Heroes Association, I was knocked down as soon as I came on stage. I was seriously injured and could no longer hold a sword, so I was reduced to a blacksmith."

Lao Tie shook his head unconfidently, but still wanted to return the useless sword to me.

"Since you know her weakness, you'd better go ahead."

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I really don't understand swordsmanship." I scratched my head and said.

Those sane analyzes before were all based on martial arts novels.

"." Lao Tie was speechless.

"Hey! What are you talking about? Get out of here if you're afraid! Don't waste my time!" Wushuangjian on the stage was waiting impatiently.

"It won't come again when the opportunity is gone, Lao Tie, what's the point of continuing to be so confused?" I gave Lao Tie a push.

"But."

"Stop being stubborn, hesitation will lead to defeat. Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle! Do you want to be a swordsman admired by thousands of people, or a lowly blacksmith?"

"But."

"Of course, I have all the conditions to help you."

"condition?"

"After you win, you must share the clues about Quelingchi with me."

I pushed him quickly towards the stage and lowered my voice.

"The weakness of the Wushuang Sword is"

"Okay, let's go!"

I didn't give Lao Tie a chance to react. I used my Qi and pushed him onto the competition stage with my hand.

"Ouch!"

"It's really going up!"

The eyes of the audience were contemptuous and mocking.

"You're out of your mind, go ahead and kill someone now."

"Can't you find a corner where no one is around if you want to die?"

"You have to disgust people before you die!"

“I don’t know what kind of mentality this kind of person has!”

"Just a clown trying to please others."

Faced with cynicism and several contemptuous glances, Lao Tie's face turned red.

The scrap iron sword in his hand gradually tightened.

"Hey, are you here to be a bamboo pole? Stay still. If you want to fight, just report your name!" Wushuangjian urged irritably, "Either you admit defeat, I don't have to worry about you."

Lao Tie raised his head and glanced at me.

I nodded solemnly to him.

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, took a deep breath, and tried hard to meet Wushuangjian's gaze.

"I'll give you the scrap iron sword."

Not loud.

The audience suddenly burst into even greater laughter.

"Laughing to death!"

"It's so embarrassing to say a name like Scrap Iron Sword!"

"It's me, I might as well commit suicide! I can't afford to embarrass this person!"

"I think his face is thicker than that scrap metal sword!"

“It really opened my eyes and gained my knowledge.”

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lao Tie gritted his teeth tightly in ridicule.

"Scrap Iron Sword, let's make a move." Wushuangjian sneered, without even bothering to raise his eyelids, he waved his sword at Lao Tie.

Even though she didn't have much sword energy left, it wasn't a problem at all to deal with low-class people like Lao Tie who didn't even have any cards.

"excuse me!"

Lao Tie swung his scrap iron sword and rushed towards Wushuang Sword.

The arrogant and unsteady steps once again aroused laughter from the audience.

The audience looked at a juggler monkey, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

Wushuang Sword didn't move at the same spot, his eyes were indifferent, and he raised his hand slightly after he got closer.

The fingers moved.

A flying sword shot towards Lao Tie.

Extremely fast.

But Lao Tie seemed invisible, and didn't care about the flying sword at all, and still rushed straight towards the Wushuang Sword.

"There's no way to send someone to death, right?"

"It's over as soon as it begins."

"He is the fastest man in the history of the martial arts arena, hahaha."

The audience laughed mercilessly, but the next moment, laughter choked in their throats.

When the flying sword flew in front of Lao Tie, it suddenly deviated from its direction and grazed the side of Lao Tie's neck.

The old wire was intact.

Just like that, he rushed all the way to the Wushuang Sword.

Not to mention the audience, Wushuangjian also looked surprised and swung his sword away from Lao Tie's scrap metal sword.

But I don't know if she ran out of strength or if Lao Tie really had some magical power, but her sword was knocked away by the opponent.

With a ding-dong sound, he rolled down the stage.

The audience was dumbfounded and didn't know what the plot was.

Lao Tie swung his sword again.

Although I haven't held a sword in a hundred years and my skills are unfamiliar, the memory has always been in the back of my mind.

Wushuangjian quickly used the remaining dagger to block it, but it was no match and the dagger fell away.

Panic flashed in her eyes, she ducked to avoid Lao Tie's scrap metal sword, and danced with her fingers.

The flying sword attacked Lao Tie again.

Lao Tie still turned a blind eye and rushed straight towards Wushuang Sword.

Feijian once again missed Lao Tie.

This time the Wushuang Sword had no weapon to resist it. When Lao Tie reached out his hand, the scrap metal sword was pressed against his burnt throat.

The audience was completely confused.

Why did the unparalleled sword that was so amazing just now become such a novice all of a sudden?

Can't even beat a scrap metal sword?

"Is this true?" One of them rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe what he saw.

But when he opened his eyes and looked again, it was still the scene of Wushuangjian losing.

"No!"

"impossible!"

Wushuangjian's pupils were trembling, his lips were trembling, and he was also in disbelief.

"I can't lose!"

"No one can see through my swordsmanship. There is no way I can lose."

Lao Tie looked at her, but there was no joy of victory in his eyes, but deep disappointment.

“It turns out to be true”

"You are not a swordsman at all, just a liar!"

Wushuangjian trembled all over, and after a few seconds, he fell to the ground slumped.

"What? Liar?!"

"what's going on?"

"Which of you understands?"

"How is it possible? No matter how powerful a liar is, he can't defeat two sword masters!"

"Am I out of my mind or my eyes?"

Lao Tie put away the rough scrap metal sword.

"So many top swordsmen were fooled by a liar. I don't know if it's sad or ridiculous."

"What's going on? Please explain it quickly!"

The audience shouted anxiously.

"She doesn't understand swordsmanship at all, she's just a liar who knows how to use deception."

"She used a blind trick to deceive everyone, including the two sword masters."

"They all died by their own swords."

Lao Tie's voice was low.

"How can she, a liar, avoid the flames and frost?"

Lao Tie didn't answer, but looked at me.

The audience's eyes also moved over.

I calmly looked at the trembling Wushuang Sword.

"That's the genius of her."