The fire unicorn is an ancient beast, and where the blood drops, there is a sea of fire, burning all things.

The blood in its body has been flowing for thousands of years, and its temperature is much higher than that of a "century-old fire". Zhong Mei and the others had originally fantasized about casting a sword with the flame of the Fire Qilin, but unfortunately it was an almost impossible thing.

The fire unicorn has a violent personality, infinite strength, and will swallow gold and spit fire, ordinary masters see the fire unicorn is too late to escape, and if you want to tame such a monster, its difficulty is no less than ascending to the sky.

In addition to the fire of the fire unicorn, if you want to reforge the peerless sword, you also need a strong blacksmith who constantly beats and transforms the peerless sword.

This arduous work itself was alternated between the swordsmith Zhong Mei and another sword slave, Wen Yu.

After all, a peerless sword is forged by the black cold, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reforge and deform it, and it requires great strength.

But with Xia Yunmo's help, it took half a night to reforge the sword, which made Zhong Mei excited.

Xia Yunmo let out a long breath, and the next thing was to hand it over to Zhong Mei to do.

As soon as the sky was bright, the early morning sun shone on the tall wall around the sword pool, dividing the yin and yang of this sword pond into two halves, half of which was shrouded in shadows, and the other half was in the sun.

The entire sword pond was a dead land, the land was dry, the air was hot, and it seemed that there was no room for anything other than the sword.

But at the other end of the sword pond, there was an unknown flower, which was rolling in the morning wind, not knowing when it would wither or be blown away by the wind.

Xia Yunmo strode forward, slowly coming out of the darkness and walking to a place where there was sunlight.

A heat wave swept by, and the remnants of the flower were finally rolled up, and as soon as Xia Yunmo stretched out his hand, he copied it.

Most of the petals have withered, only the last few petals are still stubbornly surviving, as if they are nostalgic for the withered flower stalks.

Xia Yunmo looked at the petals and carefully inserted them into the placket.

"I am the king who walks in the rivers and lakes, and I am the most handsome young man." Xia Yunmo looked at the flowers on his shirt with great satisfaction, and then smiled.

This is just a broken flower, and Xia Yunmo is also wearing a white dress. But looking at his expression, it was like inserting the most gorgeous flower on his purple and gold robe, which was worth a thousand gold.

He was satisfied, and he smiled.

At this moment, Xia Yunmo seemed to have undergone a change in the dark, but no one could feel it except himself.

A person's heart is constantly changing, and in the last period of Datang, he has changed from a master who gallops the rivers and lakes to a high emperor.

This kind of change is not good or bad, but it makes Xia Yunmo regain his heart and no longer be so unrestrained.

But at this moment, he seemed to feel that he was alive again, and he was the fledgling hairy boy again, young and frivolous, and wanton.

He likes it.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, there was a chuckle behind him, but the whirlwind stopped.

Xia Yunmo turned his head, but saw that not far from him, Leng Yan, one of the two sword slaves, was standing.

Leng Yan is not a woman who has captivated the country and the city, but whether she is standing there, she is very attention-grabbing.

Her long orange hair is shawl, and she is also dressed in red, tightly wrapping her bumpy figure.

The wheat-colored arms were exposed, and the two swords were carried behind their backs, and the whole person was cold, and he had barely spoken since they met.

When she saw Xia Yunmo coming and going, she quickly turned her head to the side, her long hair covering her eyes, so that people couldn't see her face clearly.

Sword casting is a matter of physical strength, and now this stage is mainly controlled by the swordsmith Zhong Mei and another sword slave Wen Yu, while Leng Yan, as a woman, is guarding aside.

She looked at Xia Yunmo from a distance and was a little curious, and then she saw Xia Yunmo inserting flowers on the placket of her clothes, and claiming to be "the most handsome young man", so she couldn't help laughing.

Xia Yunmo also saw Leng Yan, the smile on Xia Yunmo's face was even worse, he liked this woman, liked her appearance, and liked her character.

So, Xia Yunmo walked towards Leng Yan.

Leng Yan has lived in Baijian Villa since he was a child, and has little contact with outsiders. Seeing Xia Yunmo coming at this time, Fang's heart jumped, and she couldn't help but take two steps back.

And Xia Yunmo also walked in front of Leng Yan at this time, looking straight at the woman in front of him.

Leng Yan is a sword slave, always guarding the sword pool, her face is cold, like ice and snow in the mountains, and it is difficult to melt the fire of a hundred years.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

At this time, Xia Yunmo stretched out a hand and gently ruffled Leng Yan's hair. revealed a pair of cold and bright eyes.

Leng Yan had an extraordinary martial arts, which could have been avoided, but for some reason, his body suddenly had no strength, and he couldn't dodge it, and his cheeks were even more flushed.

Xia Yunmo put his fingers on his lips and whispered, "Shh, don't speak." ”

Then, Xia Yunmo took down the remnant flower on the placket again, and urged the six void skills of circulation, and the petals of the flower in front of him withered, and then bloomed again, which was beautiful.

Leng Yan was a little surprised, and there was a lot of brilliance in his beautiful eyes, this means of almost reversing time was like a miracle.

Then, Xia Yunmo put this delicate flower on Leng Yan's hair.

"The sword is given to the hero, and the pink is given to the beauty. Such flowers, if you don't give them to a beauty like Xiao Leng, it will be a waste. ”

Xia Yunmo smiled even more, and carefully looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

The pink flowers are delicate and graceful. The woman with the hairpin lowered her head, and the touching pink on her face compared the flowers on her head.

Saying this, Xia Yunmo lowered his body, and the two got closer, and Leng Yan could even feel a male heat emanating from Xia Yunmo's body.

Her face was crimson, and her heart was full of anger, and that little heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

She couldn't understand why the man she had only seen overnight had made her feel this way.

An emotion that had never been seen in more than ten years appeared in Leng Yan's heart, like a calm heart lake, blowing a gust of wind.

Ripples rippled in the heart lake, and the flower branches on the heart lake were trembling.

She felt weak all over her body, as if she couldn't avoid it.

And the face in front of him, which is enough to make women jealous, is getting closer and closer.

"Huh." I didn't know that Leng Yan was born there, so he pushed Xia Yunmo away, spread his body, and ran into the distance.

Xia Yunmo laughed and was unscrupulous, and Leng Yan listened to this laughter, his body was stunned in the air, and he almost fell to the ground.

(I was going to give this plot to Mrs. Ao, but the wife wrote too much, and it doesn't seem to be very good.) In addition, in the original comics, Leng Yan is one of the most beautiful female characters drawn. ）