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Chapter 120 The shock of the jade pot! (2/4)

The golden light flashed past, and the water bowl that Wuichiro could not pierce with all his strength was easily cut open by Xia Qing.

"Looks like you need a little help?"

Muichiro fell out of the cut water bowl and landed on the ground, he let out a cry of pain.

"what--!"

Then he took a big breath of air.

For a swordsman who fights by breathing, once he can't breathe, his combat effectiveness will be weakened by half.

"Cough cough... um... cough ha...!"

"A lot of thorns, are you okay?"

Xia Qing looked at the sharp needles all over Wuichiro's body, and asked aloud.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out a sharp needle on the boy's arm.

"Ah...uh..."

Feeling the pain, Muichiro gasped somewhat unbearably.

"It's so numb... this needle..."

Seeing the young man's uncomfortable expression, Xia Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Can you handle it yourself?"

"Well...I can."

Muichiro replied.

"Hurry up, go save Mr. Steelzuka in the house!"

"I see."

Xia Qing nodded, and then galloped towards the hut.

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"Don't get close to Mr. Steelzuka!!"

When the jade pot just arrived at the door of the hut, a knife forger inside rushed towards it with a kitchen knife.

A goldfish flew out and hit the body of the knife forger. Blood gushed out immediately, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Why are you guarding this dilapidated house so desperately? There won't be a village chief living in it, right?"

When Yuhu was speaking aloud, he suddenly saw a knife forger with his back turned to him, and the ghost was clearly behind him, but he was sharpening his knife unconsciously.

"Hmmmm?"

It was the first time Yuhu met such a human being, and looked at him with some novelty.

"What a powerful iron, what a powerful knife... What kind of technology is this... It's amazing!"

The man was sharpening the blade while chanting.

A young human with a body of nearly forty years old should not be the village chief.

Yuhu thought in his heart, and then called out to the man who was concentrating on forging the knife.

"Hey, human!"

"Who forged it... What kind of person forged this knife... Why can't you put your own name on it, but engrave this word... No... I know... I understand..."

Looking at the back of the man with his back turned to him, who seemed to be unaware of his ghost identity, Yuhu was amazed.

This guy! !What a frightening power of concentration! !He got so carried away that he didn't even notice the existence of my jade pot! !

No... not pleasing to the eye! !Even I have never been so concentrated! !I feel defeated as an artist!

Yuhu took out a pot with a face full of displeasure, and pointed the mouth of the pot at the man.

A goldfish with two blade-like tentacles sprang out from the pot, and cut open the back and mask of the steel tomb in an instant.

What emerged from the mask was a handsome face, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes were focused on the knife in his hand.

"The reason why you forged such a sword without leaving your own name... This word... This sword was forged with only this thought in mind, and it was only forged for this purpose...!"

"Steel, Mister Steel Tsuka..."

The knife forger standing aside shouted anxiously.

However, Steel Tomb remained indifferent the whole time, just immersed in his own world.

The veins on Yuhu's forehead were already bulging, and he felt endless humiliation.