The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

With a sound of "铛——", the crisp sound of forging stopped suddenly.

Mu Wu put down the hammer in his hand, turned around and looked at Mu Bai with a smile on his face and said: "You have finally succeeded, you can get rid of the shackles of fate, you don't have to be like me, and you can only be a mediocre blacksmith for the rest of your life. "

Mu Bai said: "Father, when I become the most powerful soul fighter in the empire, I will come back to pick you up and settle down in the imperial city with me."

"You brat, you just passed the assessment of the trainee academy, and you want to fly even if you don't know how to walk?" Mu Wu scolded with a smile.

"Father, Teacher Moxi said that my grades have met the admission requirements of Tianlong Fighting Soul Master Academy. I will leave the town tomorrow and rush to the imperial city to report to the academy within a month." Mu Bai was a little bit reluctant Said.

"My child, feel free to venture into the world, believe in yourself, you can do anything, wait, I have a gift for you!" Mu Wu said, walking to the wall beside him, Take down a long sword.

The scabbard of this long sword was polished very finely, one could tell that Mu Wu had put a lot of effort into it, and he handed the long sword into Mu Bai's hands.

Mu Wudao: "It took me a year to build this sword. I prepared it for you today. The journey to the imperial city is very long. If you encounter any emergency, it can help you a lot."

"Thank you, Dad!" Mu Bai stared at Mu Wu, tears flickered in his eyes, this time he left home, he didn't know how many years he would have to wait before returning.

Mu Wu touched Mu Bai's head, and said with a smile: "It is impossible for relatives to accompany you for the rest of your life. Your life depends on you walking out with your own feet. Go to rest early and keep your spirits up. You will have a long walk tomorrow. Where is the road?"

"I see." Mu Bai nodded, holding the long sword in his hand, and walked towards his room.

That night, Mu Bai had already packed all the clothes he needed on the road.

Sitting on the bed, he carefully looked at the long sword in his hand.

"Bang" sound.

Mu Bai held the scabbard, and slowly pulled out the long sword from it.

A sharp white light refracted from the sword, Mu Bai stroked the snow-white blade lightly with his left hand, and exclaimed: "It's really a good sword, but I practice as a magician, if I can have a magic staff Well, it’s not bad to keep this sword for self-defense.”