But the old man suddenly jumped up and circled around Bai Ye, his old face full of anger: "Bastard! Bastard!! Bastard!! What did that bastard Zhang Bu think of my sword repair room? A garbage transfer station? Come to me.

Forget about this half-saint, now a high-ranking emperor is sending it to me!! Bastard!!!"

The old man was furious.

But Bai Ye frowned when he heard this.

His soul level is not high, so he is looked down upon everywhere...

Angry as he was, the old man didn't say anything to Bai Ye. He snorted and said coldly: "Follow me!" After that, he got into the house.

As soon as he entered the house, Bai Ye realized that the sword-study room was extremely complicated.

From the outside, the sword training room is just a row of bungalows, but inside it is a huge space.

It is one thousand meters high and nearly ten thousand meters wide. A person standing in this space would be as small as a grain of sand.

In the center of this space, a huge furnace appeared in sight. Countless slender swords were pierced into the furnace like silver needles, being roasted by the fire.

Bai Ye was stunned: "Is this?"

But I saw the old man walking and suddenly stopped.

"From today on, you are my disciple in the sword repair room! From now on, you have to repair a hundred swords for me every day!"

"Sword repair?"

Bai Ye was slightly surprised. He looked up and was stunned for a moment.

Behind the old man, there was a terrifying sword tomb. Countless broken swords were stuck upside down on the ground. At a glance, they were densely packed and countless...
Chapter completed!