"Your uncle, this can't be the Netherworld, right?" Duanmu Xuan said secretly, didn't the Yaksha only appear in the Netherworld?

However, he was soon relieved, and if he came, he would be safe, even if it was the underworld? He had no choice but to break through, because he had no choice now. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is there anything else you can recall from that painting? Or did your grandmother say anything other than that? Duanmu Xuan asked, hoping to get more information from her grandmother.

Shangguan Xin'er pondered for a while, and finally shook her head and said, "No, I just remember that every time my grandmother looks at this painting, there is always a trace of sadness in her eyes." ”

"Revealing sadness?" Duanmu Xuan was shocked and fell silent, wondering in his heart that Shangguan Xin'er's grandmother must know something about this place.

"Let's go!" Duanmu Xuan cleared his thoughts and said aloud to everyone.

Guan Feng and Drunken Chicken had already disappeared at the end of the street, and Zhang Xingcai from Ma Daha didn't have much feeling about this place, just looking at the buildings here with a little curiosity.

Duanmu Xuan strode out and walked into the ruins, Shangguan Xin'er was stunned for a moment before she took a step, clutched the fairy sword in her hand, looked around cautiously, and followed.

After everyone left, spiders the size of fists came out of the cracks under the eaves, scarlet eyes, looking at the departing people, spitting out the mesh in their mouths, slowly descending, and finally, blending into the white snow-like mesh, all disappeared out of thin air.

The city is not big, it seems to have been abandoned for a hundred years, the quaint floor tiles on the ground are full of traces, like the traces left by the carriage passing by, and like the traces left by the fight, the shops around the street are covered with dust, and the plaques are hanging horizontally and vertically, and after the baptism of time, the font on the plaque has been very blurred.

The buildings here are not much different from those in other towns, with black tiles, white walls, and Chinese arch covers, except that the buildings here are so broken, covered in dust and covered with cobwebs.

Click~

Every time Duanmu Xuan took a step, the ancient bricks on the ground would crack and become several, and everyone didn't dare to relax at all, holding their respective weapons, and walking cautiously with each step, in such a strange and dangerous environment, no one dared to be careless.

Ding~Ding~

As soon as Duanmu Xuan walked through a cross street, he heard the sound of striking iron not far away, in such a quiet space, the sound of striking iron was so clear, lingering in his ears, and lingering for a long time.

"The sound of iron?" When Duanmu Xuan heard this, he was curious, in the huge ruins, except for a few of them, there was not even a single figure, where did the big iron sound come from?

Zhang Xingcai and Shangguan Xin'er clenched their weapons one after another, and looked around curiously.

"In a place like this, there shouldn't be a big iron sound." Duanmuxuan analyzed that this place has been abandoned for so long, it is impossible for anyone to stay here to strike iron.

The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, and after hesitating for a while, Duanmu Xuan decided to see who was striking iron here.

The crowd followed the sound, crossed two streets, and then went around into a dim alley, and walked for another ten minutes before they saw a shop not far away.

This shop is very simple, covering an area of only about 20 square meters, and there is not even a plaque, only a canvas with iron letters written on it, but there is not a wisp of spider webs hanging on this canvas.

There was a shelf at the door of the iron shop, and there was a stove next to it, and a man with a huge hammer pulled out pieces of iron from the charcoal fire and began to beat them continuously.

This man was not what they had imagined, he was an old man, his hair was as pale as snow, his chin was bearded, and although his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were as bright as eagle's eyes.

In particular, the strong body like a cow, the high bulging muscles, completely inconsistent with his age, bare-chested, the skin is a little dark, every time he hits, a few drops of sweat are spilled, and when they fall on the iron sheet, they quickly turn into steam, turn into white smoke, and disappear.

Ding~Ding~

As if he didn't see everyone, the old man continued to hammer the iron pieces with a giant hammer, as if in his world, there was only casting, and everything else was not important.

"What does it want to do?" Duanmu Xuan saw the drunken chicken standing on the shelf, bowing his head and whispering something, because the distance was a little far, he couldn't hear what it was saying to the old man, Guan Feng was like the drunken chicken's entourage, standing at the mouth of the iron shop, watching quietly.

"Boss, as long as you have the ability to reforge the sword in your hand, whatever you want, Master Ji and I can satisfy you." The drunken chicken stood directly next to the charcoal fire and said to the old man.

"I'm not interested, old man." The old man glanced up at the drunken chicken slightly, said lightly, and then continued to pick up the giant hammer and began to beat it again.

"I don't think you're capable, running here pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be a master, I'm sorry!" The drunken chicken begged for so long, no matter what conditions it offered, the old man on the other side was indifferent and unmoved.

"Go away, don't get in my way here." The old man didn't even raise his head this time, and said coldly.

"My uncle, dare to be arrogant in front of Master Ji, believe it or not, I burned down your shop!" The drunken chicken said indignantly, and as he spoke, his body was already covered with flames, and he put on a threatening posture.

Ding~Ding~

The old man reached out and picked up the towel placed next to him, wiped the sweat off his face, picked up the giant hammer, and continued to beat.

As for the threat of the drunken chicken, he directly chose to ignore it.

Forehead....

The drunken chicken was a little embarrassed, but he didn't expect this old man to be soft and hard, and he was stubborn.

If you really burn it, it is reluctant, because after it saw the old man's casting technique, it knew that the other party must have the ability to help it rebuild the broken sword and restore its original appearance.

As for why it believed that the other party was capable, it didn't know, because it was the broken sword in its hand that led it here.

Boom!

The drunken chicken was angry, and directly held the broken sword and slashed, the stove shelf in front of the old man was instantly split in half, and the seemingly broken sword was broken, but the stove shelf was cut in half, and the incision was smooth as a mirror, as if it was a peerless sword, extremely sharp.

Prosperous~

The stove shelf tilted, and the charcoal fire in the brazier poured out and fell to the ground, burning the mesh laid on the ground to ashes, and the fiery red charcoal fire was poured on the ground for a long time, as if it did not need to be heated by a blazing fire, and these charcoal fires could always remain in a state of high temperature, exuding a blazing temperature.

The old man stopped his movements, looked up slightly at the stove that had been split in half, then at the charcoal fire on the ground, and finally looked at the drunken chicken.

The old man, who was originally expressionless, frowned, and a touch of anger and anger flashed in his eyes.

When he saw ....