"Fragment: 35 length. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info2 cm, width 7. 7 cm, weight 9. 3 taels (mutilated).

Flattened, slightly pointed at the ends, with a serrated and sharp fracture.

Material: Bio-metal mixed stone.

Source: Stone Harpy (mouthparts).

Usage: With the bloodline talent of the Bloodstone Eagle, it can drain the essence blood of living beings, which is in line with the atavism, and it is better to draw people of the same bloodline. ”

"Bloodstone Eagle? Isn't it a stone bird demon? What does atavism mean? Qin Hao thought for a moment and said.

Looking down at the flat fragment, a layer of blood leaked out, like jagged and broken blood vessels, was still wriggling, and it seemed that it still retained a certain vitality, but it was very weak.

"First of all, what we need to do is to build a sword." Compared with Leng Jiansheng's practice, it was not difficult for Qin Hao to guess the correct first step.

A slap swept away all the fragments that had been piled up, piled up all over the ground, and the writing wheel turned slightly, like an electronic camera that quickly captured, and the fragments were scattered in a chaotic manner in his mind, and there were about a thousand slides.

Then, like a jigsaw puzzle, countless pictures begin to arrange and combine themselves, comparing and looking for the other part or parts that are missing.

The most important thing is whether the upper blood line can be connected, this is a huge project, even with Qin Hao's inhuman judgment at the moment, it took an afternoon to distribute all the fragments to their respective families.

His brain was a little swollen, Qin Hao shook his head, staring at the hundreds of flat strips that were neatly arranged on the ground, which were barely complete.

The reason why it is called a flat strip is because at this moment it is completely impossible to see that its original appearance is like a mouthpiece, let alone a sword, obviously the sword in Leng Jiansheng's hand is not a simple patchwork that can be forged.

Qin Hao also knew that it couldn't be that simple, and he was not disappointed.

What he was worried about was that these flat strips only looked relatively complete, but in fact, they were all more or less missing, especially the broken gaps, basically none of them could be completely matched, and there would always be some debris that Qin Hao had no way to collect.

Qin Hao picked up a handful of flat strips casually, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he saw that at the junction of the gap, those vessel-like lines seemed to be connected, but in fact there were small gaps.

"80% match, hopefully the remaining 20% won't have any impact."

There is no good way to do it now, so I can only pray secretly in my heart.

After thinking about it, he picked up two flat strips, both of which were made up of 4 fragments, and placed them on the table, and the rest were all taken back to the seal scroll.

"Next, it's the map's turn."

Qin Hao exhaled, his eyes froze, and he looked at the map on the table.

"A rough map,

Name:Choquan Mountain Range (Ancient)

Material: white cotton.

Charcoal outline, the proportions are not accurate, the mountain range runs from west to east, the mountain climbs all the way, there are 17 rivers, and there are 1305 peaks.

Northland range, slightly higher altitude. ”

With a subconscious clenching of his fist, Qin Hao threw the map aside, pulled out a white cloth again, picked up a charcoal pen, and quickly redrew it.

Writing wheel eyes can even be perfectly copied in ninjutsu and physical arts, and copying a map is trivial for Qin Hao.

After a stick of incense, after the drawing was completed, Qin Hao re-used the reconnaissance technique, and sure enough, he got a little more information.

"A well-drawn map,

Name:Choquan Mountain Range (Ancient)

Material: white cotton.

Charcoal outline, the proportion is accurate, the mountain range goes from west to east, the mountain climbs all the way, there are 17 rivers, 3 large rivers traversing, 14 small rivers, 9 large mountains, surrounded by straw hats, the middle mountain occupies the widest area, and the peaks are 1305 in total.

It is close to the center of the Northland, the intersection of mountains and rivers, and the movement of multiple crusts. ”

It's like a blind man touching an elephant, and for every detail of the clue, the probability of finding the answer is one point higher.

Qin Hao licked his lips, put the map into his arms, found a piece of black cloth to wrap the flat strip, carried it in his hand, and after eating in the hall downstairs, he asked the location of the blacksmith shop in the shopkeeper in the second city, and then walked out of the inn and walked towards the east.

The fallen leaves fell from the top of the mountain, and were swept by the strong wind overhead, like countless wool, rippling in the air, shrouding the entire deciduous city in a sea of yellow, and the afterglow of the setting sun passed through the gaps in the fallen leaves, shooting on Qin Hao's black back.

"Donor, stay."

Wu Banxian covered half of his panda eyes, only revealing a cloudy eye to look at Qin Hao, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, and then waved the cloth flag in his hand, as if to say that he was a down-and-out fortune teller.

"I see that the donor's face is peculiar, and his head is shining with blood, this is..."

"Liars and sticks." Qin Hao glanced at Wu Banxian lightly, and his indifferent eyes immediately made Wu Banxian's half of the sentence that had not yet come out of his mouth stuck in his throat, and his expression was terrifying.

When he came back to his senses and patted his stiff cheek vigorously, Qin Hao's back had already faded away.

"II. A person who does not live for three generations has no life. How is this possible? I must have read it wrong, I am not good at learning, and I am ashamed of my ancestors. Wu Banxian rubbed his eyes, but the doubts and horrors in his eyes couldn't be rubbed off.

The people of the second world are already incredible, and the lifeless personality is even more legendary, not to mention the people of the third life, the faces of the lifeless personality are connected together, even if you are wrong, it is impossible to be wrong to this extent.

But if you don't read it wrong, how can you explain this situation?

"Is it really wrong?" Wu Banxian was like a dream.

It's a pity that Qin Hao didn't hear these two words, otherwise, there would definitely be a shocking thunder in his heart.

。。

Qin Hao didn't take the fortune teller to his mind, he walked quickly to the east market, and at the end of the market was a blacksmith shop with a black chimney - Lao Li struck iron.

The small Fallen Leaf City, there are no too bells and whistles, and there can't be a high-end name like an armory, Qin Hao doesn't care, anyway, his request has a blacksmith, and it can be completed in a hurry.

"Two swords?"

Blacksmith Li took a few fragments, took them in his hand and weighed them for a while, the old hand full of calluses fumbled for a while, and said to Qin Hao in embarrassment: "The material is too brittle, I'm afraid it's not easy to beat." ”

Qin Hao frowned, he was a pure layman about striking iron, he groaned for a while, and said: "It's okay, try to fight, one is made into a sword, and the other is as long as it can be glued together." ”

"The handle that is glued together, try to use as little other material as possible. The sword is made by you, and it doesn't matter if it breaks. ”

Hearing Qin Hao say this, Blacksmith Li nodded reassuringly.

The two made an appointment to pick it up three days later, and Qin Hao paid the deposit and left.