Dozens of people from the Wind Emperor tribe did not move the Black Mountain for half a minute, and they were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks.

"I had to go to someone. "The old Qilin took Haotian to a vast forest beyond the Northern Sea.

The mountains are stacked and green, stretching for thousands of miles, and finding someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But it was difficult for the old unicorn, he looked down in the air, in the vast forest sea, there was a cold light, flickering, sometimes bright.

The old unicorn pressed the head of the falling cloud and flew towards the place.

Under the towering ancient trees, the mounds are neatly arranged, and the cold light seeps out of the mounds.

"This is a mound of soldiers, where thousands of famous artifacts of various kinds are buried. The old Qilin said, "Some of these weapons are mutilated in battle, and some are abandoned by their masters..."

"They all have lives. Haotian felt that the monstrous battle intent on these weapons, although he was dead and destroyed, his spirit was still there.

However, for some reason, these weapons of the mound, after the arrival of Haotian, all concealed their breath, as if they had encountered something terrible.

"Hahaha! Finally, there is a figure to clean up your guys. ”

In the hearty laughter, a middle-aged man with firewood and an ax pinned to his waist appeared in front of Haotian.

"Old Yuntou, don't talk nonsense, show you something. The old Qilin said, motioning for Haotian to throw the black mountain out.

Rumble!

Black Mountain's body fell to the ground, and the earth trembled.

"Isn't this the top ten masters in the North Sea, the eighth Black Mountain!" Lao Yuntou looked at the Black Mountain on the ground and said disapplausively.

"Look again!" said the old Kirin.

The old cloud head put down the firewood, bent down, looked at it, and was so shocked that he didn't stand up for a long time.

"It's muddy iron, something out of the sky. Lao Yuntou said. He was visibly excited, groping around Montenegro's body.

"How about the best weapon casting materials, is there a little bit of skill itching!" said the old Qilin.

"No, I swore a heavy oath that I would never forge weapons again. Although Lao Yuntou cared about this vast iron, he had no choice but to kill too many evils because of the weapons he cast, and he was unwilling to cast any more weapons.

"Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, and if your weapons can save people, isn't it a good thing?" said the old Qilin.

"Old friends, don't be strong. Lao Yuntou sighed, he used to look for good materials for casting weapons, but he couldn't find them, but now he has them, but he can't cast them, and he really makes people.

Haotian has been circling around the mound, he felt that there was a soul spirit, so he used the spirit gathering hand, and after a while, there was a reaction, only to see the dots of soul spirits swarming out of the various mounds, all gathered into Haotian's palm...

"Little friend, please stop quickly!" Seeing this scene, Lao Yuntou was shocked, knelt on the ground and said, "Please, raise your noble hand, they are already pitiful enough!"

"Haotian, let them go!" said the old Qilin.

Haotian hurriedly released the soul essence that ran out of the mound, and then helped Lao Yuntou up, and said: "Senior, junior doesn't know the reason, and I hope to beg for forgiveness!"

Haotian knelt down and kowtowed three times in front of Lao Yuntou.

"Don't dare to be, Xiaoyou is the leader of the North Sea Alliance, how can he give such a big gift to Yun's mountain and village husband. "Lao Yuntou was flattered and went to help Haotian.

In this way, Lao Yuntou felt that the young people of Haotian were knowledgeable and respectful, respected the elderly, and the relationship was closer, and it was much more convenient to speak.

Haotian mentioned that he lacked a weapon to take advantage of, so he begged the old Qilin to take him to this place of soldiers' mounds.

"The leader of the Northern Sea Alliance should have a weapon to deter the world, but my heavy oath is with me, and I can't build a weapon for you. "There are thousands of wishes in my heart, but there is a heavy oath in front of me, and Lao Yuntou is helpless.

"Senior Yun, junior has an idea, you see if you can or not. Haotian said, "I'll cast it myself, you just have to supervise and command, you don't have to break your oath, I have a weapon again!"

"That's very good!" Haotian came up with the best of both worlds, and Lao Yuntou raised his hands in approval.

So, Lao Yuntou took Haotian and Lao Qilin to a bunker, which turned out to be a huge casting room, and everything related to casting was readily available. There is even the sound of running water, and following the reputation, I saw an undercurrent slowly flowing into the ground...

First of all, Lao Yuntou has to design the pattern. The old unicorn wants to make a gun, nine feet seven inches long. Haotian wanted to make a bow, nine arrows, and then a sword, because he lost the Red Lie Sword, he wanted to pay one to the Wind Emperor Tribe.

"In this way, there is still a little surplus, just put me here, and any of you will come to me again if you think of what weapons you want to use in the future. "Lao Yuntou quickly finished drawing the pattern.

Then it was ironmaking, and I saw Lao Yuntou tear open the furnace door, and the flames of hula burst out.

"This is the fire I have spent my life finding. Looking at the flames that were extinguishing and burning, Lao Yuntou was a little proud.

Haotian carried Black Mountain's body and carefully put it into the furnace. It didn't collapse the furnace, but it still shook the entire furnace.

Lao Yuntou let the earth fire burn to the fullest, and it burned for seven hundred and forty-nine days before the muddy iron was able to dissolve.

After that, the beating exercises, all of which were dictated by Lao Yuntou, Haotian painted the scoop according to the gourd, and finally the appearance of the weapon came out.

The prototype of the weapon came out, and more than a month of hard work was not in vain, and Haotian and Lao Yuntou were very happy.

Haotian couldn't wait to further process the weapon, but was stopped by Lao Yuntou.

"This muddy iron is a thing outside the sky, and it is the material of the crafting instrument. Among our fellow disciples, my elder brother Kongwen is the best in the practice of instruments. If your weapon can wait for his guidance, it is a qualitative improvement. Lao Yuntou said.

Of course, Haotian wants to get such a master's guidance, but where to find this empty question?

"My elder brother has been obsessed with magic weapons all his life, he thinks that every magic weapon should have its own life, its own soul, and he loves every magic weapon for ten minutes, so he built this military mound and buried it with his favorite magic weapon..."Lao Yuntou said.

"He... Has it fallen?" Haotian asked.

"No, I'm just asleep!" the old cloud smiled, and the furrow-like wrinkles on his forehead became more and more obvious.

Lao Yuntou took Haotian to a very inconspicuous mound, gloomy and lifeless, even if he had learned the "Soul Sutra", Haotian could not feel the fluctuations of his soul.

"Dig him out!" said Old Yuntou.

He instructed Haotian to start digging the grave, and after digging three feet and six inches, a tomb door appeared, and several big characters were engraved on the door: Death to the trespasser!

"Slam the door!" said Lao Yuntou again.

Haotian listened to his words and punched over, only to hear a loud bang, and the tomb door shattered, revealing a huge burial chamber.

In the center of the tomb, someone is sitting cross-legged, this person has white hair and a childish face, and his eyes are bright.

"Senior Brother Yun, didn't you say that there is nothing big about it, don't disturb me in retreat?" said the white-haired man.

"Senior brother, I made a bet with someone a few days ago, and I lost, so I promised to build a magic weapon for them, but my junior brother is stupid and can't play a decent magic weapon, so I can only ask you to go out of the mountain!" It's more real than real.

"What are you betting on?" the white-haired man clearly didn't believe his words.

"Just that Black Mountain, is a piece of iron outside the sky, the junior brother thought about it, wanted to use him to build a weapon, so he gambled with my virtuous nephew, he defeated the Black Mountain, but he wanted a magic weapon..."

"You dare to lie to me!" The white-haired man was furious, and a ghostly figure floated over, shining on Haotian's body is two palms, only to hear a strange scream, but the white-haired man himself rebounded back and fell heavily to the ground.

"Senior, are you okay?" Haotian was attacked, his body did not move at all, he knew that it was the credit of the Origin Armor, but he couldn't say it.

"What kind of protective clothing are you wearing?" The white-haired man didn't see Haotian wearing armor, thinking that Haotian was wearing an invisible protective suit.

"It's all inherited from my ancestors, and I've been wearing self-defense since I was a child. Haotian found himself more and more adept at telling lies.

The white-haired man barely stood up, but fortunately it was only a skin injury, and it was not a big problem.

Old Yuntou gloated and looked naughty like a child.

"Go see your stuff. The white-haired man wanted to try Haotian, but he suffered a big loss, so he didn't make a sound, and hurriedly walked outside the tomb.

"You loser!" Bai Fa saw the few weapons placed by Lao Yuntou, he trembled with anger, scolded Lao Yuntou, and raised his hand to fight, it can be seen that Haotian is protecting him with his body, and he retracted his hand again.

It turns out that if Montenegro is an ordinary stone spirit, it is just the foundation of muddy iron, the birth of spiritual wisdom, is a rare battle body, with his refined battle body, invulnerable, fire and water are not burned, with one enemy ten thousand.

"Loser!" the white-haired man missed the opportunity, a peerless treasure ruined the senior brother Lao Yuntou, and he couldn't stop sighing.

"Senior Brother Kongmen, what you said is not fair, the master has passed on all his skills to you, and the junior brother can only build ordinary weapons, and his ability is limited!"

"Can we melt him together again?" Haotian asked cautiously.

"The soul of the Black Mountain is gone, and it can't come back. Senior Brother Kongmen said.

"Empty Gate senior, as long as you can refine your battle body, the junior will have a way to reunite the soul of Montenegro!" Haotian said.

"Do you know sorcery?" asked Somon.

"A little. Haotian said.

"Go back!" shouted Haotian as he looked at the empty door.

At this time, Lao Yuntou no longer cared about any oaths, and was busy getting the prototypes of those weapons, but he still couldn't take them.

After returning to the furnace, the empty door directly drove Lao Yuntou out. I saw that he kept drawing some strange symbols and throwing them into the furnace, and the fire was more vigorous and pure.

Haotian rushed back to the Black Mountain tribe to find the soul of Black Mountain, he had already collected the soul essence once, but he just had the idea of giving it a try, but the result was that he didn't collect anything.

"Haotian, you give my soul to the empty door!" said the white tiger's soul when he woke up.

"How can I make you go into battle and be imprisoned in cold iron for the rest of your life. Haotian said.

"Haotian, the battle body is to accompany you to fight the world, like brothers, although older than you, I have always regarded you as a brother, you just promise me!"

"I'm going to ask the seniors of the empty door, even if it's a little dangerous, I won't agree. Haotian said.