"You see if these are enough to refine white weapons. As soon as Yan Xing's words fell, twelve spirit swords appeared on the ground, and not only that, but there were also some strange ores.

He really needed to create a white weapon-level spirit weapon, although he had defeated Xu Lingfeng with the help of these twelve swords, but at that time, the situation was also special, and Yan Xing basically didn't use these twelve swords at other times.

They are too chicken, Yan Xing is confident that these swords will not be able to inflict heavy damage on himself, let alone some strong enemies, and his dragon body is already strong enough, and the damage caused by dragon claws and tail flicks to enemies is much higher than these swords.

Zhu Yang's eyelids jumped as he looked at the spirit swords and materials scattered all over the ground, he casually picked up a stone and looked at it, then frowned, and then picked up another flying sword, and sighed after carefully probing.

"Lord Long, these materials of yours ...... The villain really can't make a white vessel. His face was full of helplessness.

"Oh, why? Is it because the materials are not good enough?" Yan Xing looked at the stone he was holding in his hand, he forgot whether it was distributed by the Dragon Domain or accidentally taken from the Dragon Cave, but it wasn't too bad to think about.

Zhu Yang sighed again and said, "That's not the case, it's because the materials you gave are too high-grade, but these swords are too poor. ”

"The materials are too good, but the villain's skills are not enough, and I don't know how to refine them. These spirit swords are too poor, and they can't be used as a carrier of a white weapon at all, so please forgive me Lord Long. ”

Yan Xing had no choice but to shake his head helplessly after hearing this, although he didn't know how to refine weapons, he could hear that what Zhu Yang said was the truth.

"But Lord Long, you don't need to worry, as far as I know, the reason why Dragon Gorge will give you such an inferior spirit sword is that the Dragon Clan doesn't have many spirit weapons of this black weapon quality. ”

"And at your age, you can't control a higher-level spirit weapon, so you are only given a spirit sword of this grade. In the future, the elders will definitely issue the most suitable spiritual weapon for you. Zhu Yang said.

"It turns out that he is too rich to have any low-level spiritual weapons. Yan Xing secretly complained in his heart, but he was still speechless about the disguised 'wealthy' of the dragon clan.

At this time, Yan He looked up at the sky, only to realize that dusk had come, and there was definitely no way to return to the cave today.

"I'll probably spend the night with you today, so I won't bother you. Yan Xing said politely, he couldn't think of any other place than here that was more suitable for sleeping tonight.

Zhu Yang raised his head in surprise when he heard this, but he happened to meet Yan Xing's gaze.

The golden dragon's eyes were so bright, but the fusiform vertical was terrifying, as if he were facing a fierce predator's eyes, cold and terrifying, and he couldn't even say no.

Zhu Yang hurriedly said: "Don't disturb, don't bother, it's a great honor for Lord Long to visit this village." ”

Yan Xing looked at his flustered appearance, and felt helpless in his heart.

Obviously, they have already shown such kindness, but these people are still afraid of themselves, and it seems that the negative impact of the dragon on them is indeed not small.

"The villain immediately asked someone to prepare a place for you to sleep, there is no gold in the village and I hope you can ......"

"Don't bother you, I'll just sleep by the lake, and I'll leave in just one night. Yan Xing refused.

Zhu Yang's expression froze, he had never seen such a strange dragon, was this really brought up by the dragon clan?

"That'...... You have to be careful, the village is a bit dangerous at night, you must be careful. Zhu Yang knelt down and kowtowed, Yan Xing didn't have time to ask him the reason, he left in a hurry, looking like he was in a hurry.

It was only dusk, and Yan Xing planned to take a stroll around the village.

It should have been known that this white young dragon was not extremely vicious, and the people in the village were bolder, at least they dared to go out for activities, but they still avoided him from a distance.

Yan Xing didn't care, it would be strange if these people came over and took the initiative to talk to him.

Just when Yan Xing was bored, a scene in the distance attracted his attention.

The four of them walked hard, the clothes on their bodies were soaked with sweat, and sweat droplets dripped from their heads from time to time, I don't know if the sweat flowed into their eyes, these people's faces were flushed, and their facial features were wrinkled together, looking a little painful.

But what really interests some people is what they carry on their backs.

A rectangular piece of wood painted with red paint should be the wood grown in Longxia, and you can see that it must be very heavy by looking at the appearance of these people, and some simple patterns are carved on it.

With far more eyesight than a falcon, Yan Xing found that there was a seam on the side of the wood, half of which seemed to be covered, and it was likely that it had been hollowed out to hold something.

An artifact from a past life flashed through his mind in an instant.

Coffin.

There is birth, old age, sickness and death in life, and there will naturally be funeral customs when there is death, and all races with civilized wisdom will be derived, because they fear death and remember the deceased. There is no such thing as a coffin.

But some of them are just curious because they haven't seen this custom in the Eastern Cadre Realm.

He really wanted to go up to see the coffin, or learn more from the name of the village, but when he thought that these people were afraid of him, Yan Xing had no choice but to give up this plan.

"Maybe they'll have a funeral later, and then they'll just have to watch it." Yan Xing thought.

In a short time, he walked around the village, and there were about twenty or thirty families here, and their houses were all made of Longxia wood, and each one was particularly sturdy.

One of these houses has a very special-looking stone house, if it weren't for the fact that he has grown in size and the door is a little narrow, Yan Xing would still be willing to go in and have a look.

The village was surrounded by a wall made of wood, for some reason.

It was getting dark.

Since the wood in Longxia cannot be used to make firewood, the villagers can only collect some leaves to dry and burn, and the quantity is not much, and the lighting alone is too wasteful, so the village looks very gloomy, only some strange stones inlaid everywhere exude a shining light.

The coffin had already been placed in a large open space in the center of the village, where fifty or sixty people from the village gathered.

They all stood silent, not one of them spoke, as if in silence, and the children who had been playing before were quiet.

A group of people stood in the dim with their heads down, unable to see the expressions of their faces, and by the fact that the sky was not yet completely dark, Yan Xing couldn't help but feel a little cold and bleak at a glance, they were like a piece of dark reef by the sea, standing there quietly.

He thought that the funeral would be very grand, but he didn't expect it to be so simple, but compared to those funerals with eulogies and choked up, it seemed more sad, and he didn't want to approach and disturb.

After a long time, a man came out of the procession, and he walked back and forth around the coffin three times, sprinkling dust on the coffin, and finally stopped in front of the coffin.

With the dark vision of the dragon's eyes, even if the village was already pitch black, it was not much different from the day in his eyes.

It turned out that the person was Zhu Yang, and he put his hand on the coffin, giving Yan Xing the feeling that he was putting his hand on an old friend's body, but the old friend became shorter.

Zhu Yang sighed, turned around and left first, and the rest of the people also left one after another, and the coffin lay quietly in the distance, no one to deal with it.

"This is the funeral of a human being?" Looking at Zhu Yang who came over, Yan Xing asked.

"Yes, Lord Dragon. Zhu Yang bowed calmly and replied.

"Judging by the way you looked just now, this person should not be much different from your age, how did he die?" Yan Xing asked.

It was pure speculation on his part, the man in the coffin should have died not long ago, and the other dragons had already left the dragon domain a few weeks ago, so it wouldn't be the one they killed. After ruling out these factors, Yan Xing wanted to know how he died.

Zhu Yang was silent, his expression was a little blank, he didn't know if he was recalling something, and he sighed after a while.

"Lord Huilong, as you said, he is my sworn brother, and he should also be upright and in the prime of life. ”

"Regarding the cause of his death, please let the villain sell it first, I wonder if Lord Long noticed the clothes on us when he came to the village?"

Hearing this, Yan Xing subconsciously looked at the clothes on his body.

A plain gray cloth shirt, it is difficult to see that there are traces of sewing on it without looking carefully, and the corners of the neckline are also a little broken, and in general it is shabby and shabby.

But among all the villagers, Zhu Yang's clothes were the best.

"Particularly tattered. Yan Xing said without hesitation.

Zhu Yang's expression was bitter, and there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

"yes. ”

"As you can see, Lord Dragon, our clothes are so shabby, most of them were torn in battle, and he died in battle. ”

"Fighting?" Yan Xing couldn't help but show a puzzled look.

"Are there any other creatures here besides you?" he asked.

Zhu Yang nodded, thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "We often have conflicts with them, and even nearly half of the people in the village died in the confrontation. ”

"But we don't know if they're life, and though they kill and some are wise, they're just skeletons with flickering flames in their eye sockets......"

Necromancy!

Yan Xing magically changed slightly, and this somewhat unfamiliar word suddenly popped out of his mind.

He looked back at the lonely mountain, which was still so huge that it covered half of the world.

It turned out that the village was outside the confines of the Lonely Mountain, which meant that there would be undead spirits at night.

He was no stranger to necromancy, and he still remembered the embarrassing sight of a group of young dragons being chased five years ago.

It is very likely that those necromancers will not be able to reach themselves at all now, and even if they can't defeat him, they will be able to fly back to the Lonely Mountain in time.

But Yan Xing was still a little worried, the necromancers he faced back then were just small minions, you must know that there are powerful beings among these necromancers.

Just as he was talking to Zhu Yang, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person in the distance running towards this side in a panic, probably afraid of Yan Xing's existence, the person stopped ten meters away, looking very anxious.

Yan Xing signaled that Zhu Yang could leave, he thanked him and walked towards the man, the two said something, Zhu Yang's face became worse and worse.

The man left, and Zhu Yang walked up to Yan Xing's side, his brows furrowed deeply, and he seemed to be very distressed.

"Lord Dragon...... The necromancers are coming again, and they are in large numbers, and you don't need to leave for a while, I fear you're in danger here. He said.