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Li Dao was not easy to smile at. His smile was very charming.

Facing Li Dao's deep eyes, the man's heart failed him and sped up, causing his ears to boil.

"Brother, there is no need to be so courteous. From the looks of it, you seem to have been chased down to my Sword Crafting City by my enemies?"

When the man spoke, he actually revealed a bashful expression, which made Li Dao want to laugh.

Li Dao did not explain and just assumed that he was being chased to this point.

"Right, may I ask your name, where is this Sword Crafting City?" Li Dao did not linger too much on the man. He wanted to understand the basic situation of this world from her.

"I am Jian Xiong, Sword Crafting City is the foundation of my sword clan for eight hundred years. There are many traps here, and the security here is very tight. Follow me, don't run around." The man laughed heartily.

Li Dao shook his head with all his might and secretly spat on the ground. Xing'er had only just died, how could she have such random thoughts? How could she be different from a scum of a man?

"Then I'll be counting on you. I'll be leaving after I've recovered from my injuries." Li Dao smiled and nodded his head. This Jian Xiong was quite warm-hearted.

Noticing Li Dao smiling at him, the male swordsman lowered his head to play with the corner of his shirt. He asked in a bashful voice, "Oh right, you don't even know martial arts. Who chased after you? Is the Chou family powerful?"

He doesn't know martial arts?

Li Blade forced a smile out of his face as he said, "I don't know who my enemy is either. I've barely survived the entire journey. Meeting you today is my luck."

Since she believed that he was an ordinary person who did not know any martial arts, she could continue to misunderstand him. Otherwise, it would be troublesome.

"You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Jian Xiong. How about I call you by your name?" Jian Xiong's eyes were filled with anticipation. Other than a mute servant, she did not have any friends, and a mute servant was not allowed to speak. Li Dao was the first person that spoke so much to her.

"Since Jianxiong said so, then I'll be troubling you for a while." Li Dao had a good impression of the person in front of him, so his tone was a bit gentler.

"Good, good, good. Li Dao, follow me first. I'll bring you on a tour of the Sword Crafting City." Jian Xiong was so happy that she clapped her hands and grinned, revealing her neat and white teeth.

Li Blade was stunned for a moment. This Jian Xiong was truly a beauty. Unlike the soft beauty of a normal daughter, she carried the generosity of a man, carefree and carefree.

Li Jun nodded as she followed Jian Xiong towards the palace in the depths of the city.

Jian Xiong was also the young master of the Sword Crafting City. When the guards saw her on the way, they would bow towards her respectfully.

"Oh right, Li Dao, you don't know martial arts, why are you holding such a long sword?" Jian Xiong finally noticed the long sword in Li Dao's hand and could not help but ask.

"The family heirloom sword." Li Dao smiled, not wanting to talk about it too much.

Jian Xiong was very interested in the family heirloom sword in Li Dao's mouth and asked, "Can you let me have a look?"

Li Dao hesitated. He was not afraid that Jian Xiong would swallow her sword, Jian Xiong did not have the ability to do so. It was his sword that had never been touched by anyone else.

"Don't worry, as the Sword Crafting City's young master, I've seen all sorts of treasured swords before. I won't covet your family heirloom sword." Jian Xiong's tone was sour, this feeling of not being trusted wasn't good.

Li Dao met the broad and innocent eyes of SwordXiong and extended his hand to pass the sword over. He smiled and said, "I think this sword is more important than my wife. You better be careful!"

"Stingy guy, if you break it, I'll give you a better one," SwordXiong grumbled as he took the sword from Li Dao.

In the hands of Jian Xiong, a four and a half foot long sword was quite comical. This was because Jian Xiong was only about six feet tall.

Jian Xiong looked up and down and commented, "Look at your treasure, isn't it just an ordinary sword? It's far inferior to my Tian Ming Sword and the Blood Burst Sword."

"Yiya, yiya." The mute servant nodded, as if to say that this was a broken sword.

Li Dao couldn't help but laugh as he took the sword back from Jian Xiong's hand. He did not know how good the Heaven's Cry Sword and the Ardent Blood Sword were, but it was laughable to compare them to his own sword, just like how the Solitary Dove and the Mizar Dove were laughing at the great roc.