If at the beginning, He Qi still had a trace of admiration for the old man's purpose, then now after asking a few questions, all he had left was disdain.

He felt that if the old man hadn't deduced that the disappearance of the dead dog was related to the space left by the ancient powerhouse, maybe the old man Li wouldn't care about the dog's life or death at all.

Regarding the information fed back to him by the old man, he seemed very helpless at this time.

"Do you really have no other news to tell me?" He Qi asked the old man again with the last trace of illusion.

"Why are you kid asking this?" Old man Li looked at He Qi in surprise and said, he really didn't understand He Qi's entanglement.

"Didn't you want me to go find that dog, how do I know where the location of that space is without a specific clue?" He Qi rolled his eyes at Old Man Li, and then said.

"You're worried about this, I don't have specific clues here, if you want to find it, you can actually go to the town and ask, there is a cry from the big tree in the early morning, which means that he hasn't entered that space before this, generally the two spaces are separated, and the sound can't be transmitted. Old man Li thought for a while and said to He Qi.

"Then why didn't he come back the night before?" He Qi asked suspiciously.

"Maybe before that, he found some clues in the town. You can go to the town and ask if anyone has seen a big tree recently, maybe there will be unexpected harvests," Old man Li looked in the direction of the town and said to He Qi, he didn't notice that the other party's face had darkened at the moment.

"Excuse me!" He Qi replied lightly. He felt that talking to an old man about this was a complete waste of time.

He also knew that there would definitely be clues on the other side of the town, but although there were few people in the town, there were tens of thousands of people living in it. If he was willing to ask door-to-door, he wouldn't have asked Old Man Li so many questions, and now it seems that this matter can only be relied on by himself.

"Actually, you don't have to be too anxious, the time flow rate of some small spaces is not the same as the outside world, whether it's fast or slow, you don't have to worry" Old man Li saw He Qi's mood at the moment and said to him.

"What if it's slower than the outside world, the dead dog hangs in it? He Qi glanced at the old man with his spare eyes and sneered.

He thought the old man was just trying to wait for the dead dog to hang inside, and then swallow the contents to himself.

"The big tree must hold on to it if he can enter, and he may even have a key or magic weapon left by the owner of the space, so there is no need to worry about danger. Old man Li explained to He Qi that since he already had a clue about some things, he would not be in a hurry.

As a great collector, the old man still has some patience.

He Qimulan nodded, since the old man didn't urge him, then he couldn't worry about it. Although the basic sword technique given to him by the old man did not seem to him to be meaningful, he could also try to practice it for the time being, and then slowly look for clues.

After saying goodbye to Old Man Li, He Qi chose to return to the town, even if he didn't go to the training ground, no one would blame him.

The training ground is still relatively easy to manage this point, and for the teenagers who are studying in it, the teachers inside will not restrict them anything.

By this time, it was already late in the afternoon, and the sun hanging in the sky was like a huge fireball baking the earth hot.

......

He Qi looked at the scene in front of him at this time, and the sound of ping-pong iron in his ears seemed to have some kind of magical melody pulling his soul.

And every sound will be accompanied by sparks flying around, brilliant and dazzling. He Qi looked at this situation and had some expectations in his heart.

After returning from Old Man Li, He Qi came directly to Blacksmith Wang, and since he was going to learn the basic sword skills in the Qingshu, he needed to choose a long sword from Blacksmith Wang.

"I added some Mithril to the forging of this sword, although it is not as good as the spirit soldiers used by the monks, but it is still much better than the ordinary swords outside me, and you will be much more sure of following the hunting team to the mountains in the future. Blacksmith Wang looked at He Qi, who was standing in a daze at this moment, and said.

After He Qi said his thoughts, Blacksmith Wang decided to take matters into his own hands. It was a matter of He Qi's safety in the future, so Blacksmith Wang had to be cautious.

Mithril softens the hardness of the dark iron, preventing the sword from being too rigid and easy to break during the fight. It is precisely because of the great usefulness of Mithril that it is very precious, and even the accumulation of the king blacksmith over the years is only about half a catty. Now the king blacksmith has put all of this to use on this sword.

The weight of half a catty is based on He Qi's current strength, and he only needs one finger to gently pick it up, but the other things contained in this weight, even if He Qi tries his best, he still can't pick him up now.

This was the first weapon in his life, and although he would use some weapons in the armory shop before, he would return them to the king blacksmith afterwards. This sword is a weapon that truly belongs to him.

From the moment the blacksmith Wang decided to build it, it was destined that this sword would accompany He Qi for the rest of his life.

After a long time, Blacksmith Wang finally stopped what he was doing and said to He Qi:

"It's basically done, and when the flames above are gone, the temperature will slowly decrease, and when the heat is completely dissipated, you can use him. ”

He Qi looked at the long sword in front of him, and his heart was slightly touched.

Through the red light around him, he could vaguely feel the cold glow emanating from it, and the four-foot-long sword could be seen flowing and forming streaks after Mithril flowed. At the first sight of it, He Qi fell in love with it.

"Alas, although the sword is a good sword, it's a pity that it's just a mortal weapon after all!!" Blacksmith Wang saw He Qi's mood at this time, and sighed helplessly.

In this world, although there is only one word difference between a spirit soldier and a mortal weapon, there is a world of difference between the two.

Monks can pin their aura on their weapons during battle, and the weapons that can hold their aura are called spirit soldiers

Compared to the spirit soldier, which can accommodate the aura of the monk, the mortal weapon is very fragile, whether it is the limitation of its own material or the limitation of the strength of the forging person, it has led to the congenital defects of the mortal weapon.

Even though some mortal weapons can withstand the aura of the monk because of their strong material, they still cannot exert the full strength of the monk.

If a monk can exert 15% of his strength if he holds a certain spirit weapon, then he can only exert 50% of his strength if he uses the same type of mortal weapon.

"Spirit soldiers are hard to come by, even if there are very few in the town that can have them, I think this sword is no worse than spirit soldiers!!" He Qi looked at the blacksmith Wang and said resolutely.

He was not comforting the king blacksmith, in his heart, this sword was no worse than a spirit soldier in both sense and form.

"In fact, mortal weapons also have the opportunity to evolve into spirit soldiers, but there are very few from ancient times to the present, and they only exist in legends. Blacksmith Wang looked at He Qi and said slowly.

"And this kind of thing?" He Qi was surprised. Although he had dabbled a little in weapons before, it was the first time he had heard of such a statement.

But it is very difficult for it to do this step, and the change that can transcend the essence will eventually come with a huge price, and the slightest carelessness will eventually be exhausted. The king blacksmith held his hands behind his back and looked at the long sword in front of him, his eyes full of depth.