"Don't ask me, I'm even more confused than you are right now."
Not only did it not explode, but it was also refined so successfully!
Zhu Haohao looked at the sword in his hand, which was ornate but clearly lacked spiritual energy, and then at the sword in Gu Xiaochui's hand, which was simple in appearance but full of spiritual energy. He opened his mouth in a daze.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, your sword..."
"What's wrong with my sword?" Gu Xiaochui frowned, hugging the sword protectively with a wary expression. "You're not thinking of going back on your word and not wanting me to take the sword after I win, are you?"
Zhu Haohao: "..."
Zhu Haohao was silent for a moment, then replied helplessly, "Whether you win or not, this sword is yours."
"That's good, that's good." Gu Xiaochui finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He gripped the sword he had just forged and, with what he considered a graceful flick of his wrist, swung it forcefully.
"In that case, shall we begin?"
However, although Gu Xiaochui's movements were graceful, he accidentally used the tip of his sword to cut off the hem of his clothes while swinging the sword.
"Oh no! My clothes!"
Everyone: "..."
Who hired this clown?
Gu Xiaochui glanced at her clothes with a pained expression and began urging Zhu Haohao to hurry up.
"Let's stop dawdling and get to work. After I break your sword, I need to go back and mend my clothes."
Hearing his confident words, Zhu Haohao tightened his grip on the sword.
After a moment's hesitation, he stepped forward, raised his sword, and said, "Then let's go."
Gu Xiaochui also stepped forward, sword in hand.
The two men stared at each other, and under the watchful eyes of everyone present, they drew their swords and slashed at each other with all their might.
A sharp, piercing sound of swords clashing rang out.
A crack appeared on one of the swords.
Immediately afterwards, the longsword broke at the crack, and then with a 'thud,' half of the broken sword crashed to the ground.
Zhu Haohao's eyes widened, a dark glint of disbelief flashing in them.
Gu Xiaochui retrieved the sword from his hand, which had left no trace, then looked down at the broken sword on the ground and clicked his tongue.
"Your sword... is a bit fragile?"
Zhu Haohao was stunned for a while before slowly withdrawing his hand.
"I lost."
He lowered his head, threw away the broken sword in his hand, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Gu Xiaochui pointed at the sword on the ground and shouted at Zhu Haohao's back, "Hey? Do you still want this sword?"
Zhu Haohao was feeling sad when he was called out to, and he staggered.
He raised his hand to cover his face, didn't turn around, and only said one sentence.
"It's yours."
After saying that, Zhu Haohao left as if he were fleeing.
Gu Xiaochui walked up happily and picked up the broken sword. "Then I won't be polite."
This sword is a real gem.
If I go back and melt it down and reforge it, I can make a pretty good magical weapon.
"Your little apprentice lost." Song Fengming said to Shui Qingyue with a smile in his eyes and a gloating look on his face.
The feeling of tearing someone else's umbrella...it's so satisfying!
Shui Qingyue: "..."
If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute.
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