"Whew!"

I don't know if it was the sound of the wind or his own wheezing, the old man with a strong body ran wildly, and only slowed down a little when he saw his dilapidated home.

The expected skyrocketing fire did not appear, and the house was still the same room, with broken walls and tiles, and moss covering half of the walls.

If there is a fire in such a house, then the picture must be extremely inconsistent.

But the old man knew that something must have happened in the house, and he believed that the panic on his granddaughter's face was not a fake.

"Ahh

Clumps of reeds grew on the riverside, and the old man saw flocks of waterfowl flying across the river.

Did the wind alarm them?

Or something else?

The old man listened intently to the birdsong, as if he had heard something strange from it, and he had not taken another step for a long time.

"Whew-"

The old man gasped heavily, and his face turned a little pale.

The door to the hut was not closed, and everything in the house could be seen from the old man's point of view.

He saw a figure lying on the ground, still burning with residual fire.

"It's over...... It's a fatal mess!"

He suddenly regretted it, thinking that he had saved a person who should not have died in obedience to the will of heaven, but now it was an unexpected death due to Xiao Lulu's negligence.

That's right, in the old man's opinion, the youth is already hanging.

No one can survive half of their body after being in the flames for so long, even if most of their body is useless at that time, and the fire poison attacks the heart, bacteria infection or something, there is no way to save it in such a small place.

"Iniquity!"

The old man's mind went blank for a moment.

"No, he can't die here!

After the blank, the old man's eyes were certain, and he had already made a decision.

The tired legs and feet seemed to be injected with new strength, the old man rushed into the house, trampled on the fire on the young man's body, extinguished the fire on the other party in a few moments, and then didn't care about the hot hands, directly bent down and dragged the young man, who was already five mature, out of the back door and into the river.

The wind on the river had already risen, and I didn't know which one had more water lines on the river than the wrinkles on the old man's forehead.

"Young man, don't blame me!"

The one-eyed old man's face was as pale as if he had died once.

The young man's body rose and fell in the river, and in a blink of an eye, he floated far away, and perhaps he would disappear from the old man's field of vision with just one more flick of his eyes.

……

There is an old saying that 'no book can be made without coincidence'.

Mo Ye is indeed not qualified to control the Qilin Arm, he is not even as good as Yu Yue, who gave his arm and daughter to Bu Jingyun in "Fengyun", but before he met Bu Jingyun, the other party made the Qilin Arm obedient for decades.

Good birds choose trees to perch, and the heavenly and earthly treasures with wisdom will never be committed to a master that it looks down on, but after all, the unicorn arm is native to Mo Ye, just like the daughter you have raised for more than 20 years and the wild boy outside, even if you want to leave, you have to convince the parents at home.

The trial in the red space was the Qilin Arm's method of persuading Mo Xie, but it seemed that the endless scorching did not make Mo Xie bow his head.

But the will of the divine beast on the unicorn arm did not give up.

Once you say you don't agree, then twice, and twice if you don't agree, then three times.

If you don't accept it for one day, you will do it for two days, and if you don't accept it for two days, you will do it for three days.

As long as Mo Ye's body and mind are weak to a certain point, then there is no reason why he will not quit the trial.

Exit, that is, failure.

At that time, Mo Xie would have no reason to force the Qilin Arm anymore, after all, it was he who had failed with his body intact and without a major blow.

This is the logic of the will of the beast, which never reasons, or rather, it only admits what it approves.

Mo Xie would definitely be defeated from the trial, and if he hadn't been salvaged when he fell into the river last night, he would have withdrawn from the trial within three to five minutes due to physical suffocation.

Mo Ye would inevitably be defeated from the trial, and if he had been lying on the stone bed of the fisherman's house, the best doctor in the neighborhood would not be able to wake him up with the old man's ability.

Prolonged heat can destroy his circulatory system, and not getting enough nutrients can drag down his body.

He will die in the middle of a trial, or at some point he will suddenly look away and quit of his own accord.

However, Mo Ye was lucky.

He was rescued from the shore when he was about to drown, so his trial continued until his consciousness was fully adapted to the heat of the trial space.

When he saw through the inevitable failure of this trial, he was stimulated by the outside world (a burning plastic bucket) and burst out with all his strength to accuse the injustice of heaven and earth, and was thrown into the river when he hung his head and waited for it to dissipate.

The icy torrent washed over his body, and the heat was drained away little by little, and Mo Ye's body temperature quickly dropped.

The river water in the early morning carries the chill that has accumulated overnight.

If the red-hot iron bars seeped into such water, even the most demanding blacksmith would not be able to find fault with this 'quenching' process.

This kind of 'quenching' Mo Ye had already experienced it once last night, and after being rescued, the high temperature on his body that could not be calmed made his whole person 'temper' again like a sword embryo returning to the furnace.

'Quenching', 'tempering', 'quenching', and the beating in the middle are the metamorphosis of consciousness that occurs in the trial space.

Without a real trial, this sword can hardly be regarded as a sword, but it already has the qualifications to become a weapon.

Even the crudest of primitive stone axes can be called weapons.

As long as it's a weapon, it's fine.

"Ahem......!"

In the river, a figure broke through the water, and he coughed loudly, as if he had tuberculosis.

"I ...... I made it!"

His short hair was already soaked, and his body was scorched black, like a water dog, but Mo Ye's face was full of a smile like the title of the gold list.

I really didn't expect that a pale face, bloodless lips, and eyes with insufficient brilliance could bloom with such a smile.

With his feet in the water, Mo Xie struggled to lift his upper body up, and he scrubbed his right arm.

A unicorn-shaped mark appeared on his big arm, and at this moment, he knew that he had finally conquered the unicorn arm.

"Drink!"

With the unicorn arm at the river surface of the punch, a surging energy mixed with the heating air flow extended out from the fist, and in an instant, countless splashes exploded on the river surface, as if someone had detonated several mines underwater.

The explosion spread out on the surface of the river in the trajectory of Mo Xie's fist, and did not begin to weaken until fifty meters away.