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Chapter 125 Yu Hu’s shock! (2/4)

Golden light flashed past, and the water bowl that Wu Yilang couldn't pierce with all his strength was easily cut open by Xia Qing.

"Looks like you could use a little help?"

Muichiro fell out of the split water bowl and landed on the ground, screaming in pain.

"ah--!"

Then he took a big breath of air.

For a swordsman who relies on breathing to fight, once he cannot breathe, his combat effectiveness will be reduced by half.

"Ahem...well...ahem...!"

"It's so prickly. Are you okay?"

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

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out a sharp needle from the young man's arm.

"Ah...well..."

Feeling the pain, Muichiro let out an unbearable gasp.

"The numbness is so strong...this needle..."

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

"Can you do it yourself?"

"Yeah... I can."

Muichiro replied.

"Quickly, go save Mr. Steel Tomb in the house!"

"I see."

Xia Qing nodded and then sped towards the direction of the cabin.

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"Don't go near Mr. Iron Tomb!!"

When Yuhu 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 knife forger's body. Blood spurted out immediately, causing him to fall directly to the ground.

"Why are you holding on to this broken house? The village chief won't live in it, right?"

When Yu Hu spoke aloud, he suddenly saw a knife forger with his back turned to him. He was polishing the knife without realizing that the ghost was behind him.

"Uh huh huh?"

This was the first time Yuhu met such a human being, and he 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 polishing the blade while mumbling something.

A young human, nearly forty years old, probably not the village chief.

Yuhu thought to himself, and then called out to the man who was concentrating on forging the sword.

"Hey, human!"

"Who forged it... What kind of person forged this sword... Why can't you put your own name on it and carve this word... No... I know... I understand..."

Looking at the back of the man who had his back turned to him, as if he was unaware of his identity as a ghost, Yuhu marveled in his heart.

This guy! ! What a terrible concentration! ! He actually 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 focused! ! I feel like I have failed as an artist!

Yu Hu took out a pot with a look of displeasure on his face and pointed the mouth of the pot at the man.

A goldfish with two blade-like tentacles jumped out of the pot, and instantly cut open the Iron Tomb's back and mask.

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

"The reason why I forged such a sword without leaving my name... This one word... This sword was forged with only this thought in mind, a sword forged solely for this purpose...!"

"Steel, Mr. Steel Tomb..."

The knife forger standing nearby shouted anxiously.

However, the Iron Tomb remained indifferent throughout the whole process, just immersed in its own world.

Veins had popped out on Yu Hu's forehead, and he felt endless humiliation.

Unhappy... It would be easy for me to kill him, but I want this man to give up the knife in his hand! ! I want to destroy his concentration! !

Yu Hu gritted his teeth and made a rattling sound.

This guy! ! This guy! ! This man! This man actually! How dare you ignore me like this! Even though I looked at him so many times, I still didn't stop!

At this time, Yu Hu looked at the knife forger who was already tortured to death.

"Ah, by the way, as long as he kills his companions..."

With such a plan, Yu Hu was about to take action directly, but suddenly there was a cold feeling on his back, which was the feeling of getting closer to death.

A strong sense of crisis surged into Yuhu's heart.

At the critical moment when the Nichirin sword with a golden trajectory was about to cut off the neck, Yuhu tried his best to shrink into the pot.

"Tsk, he ran pretty fast."

Xia Qing curled her lips in displeasure.