The old man's belly was huge. Although Baibai roasted a lot, the old man ate all of them without refusing.

Seeing the old man's good appetite, even He Yiming was aroused, but thinking of the other party's emotion that he hadn't eaten cooked food for forty years, his cheeks were embarrassed to step forward and take a bite even if he was thick.

Although these fish were caught by Bao Pig and the seasoning was provided by him, even the barbecue work was done by Baibaiba. But in He Yiming's heart, he still respects the old man very much, so when the old man's request is only a few inconsequential grilled fish, He Yiming is still more willing to be satisfied with his wishes.

After half an hour, the old man finally wiped his mouth with a full burp.

If an ordinary person suddenly eats so much grilled fish in one meal without eating cooked food for 40 years, then even if he is not strangled to death, he will have a bad stomach, a big diarrhea, and eat as much as he wants.

But this old man is not an ordinary person, he is a figure who has reached the realm of Venerable, and his whole body has been cultivated to reach the Xuanxuan, even the five internal organs have been under the continuous washing and impact of the true qi. It's become adamant.

Naturally, this grilled fish could not bring him any harm, but after being satisfied, a trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face.

After decades of desert island life, he has never met an outsider except for the white horse on the island.

Now after eating so many grilled fish from the other party, all the memories of his previous travels in the world are recalled one by one, and his face is naturally a little red.

Of course, this is because he has already seen that whether it is He Yiming, or Bai Zero-eight, or even the little pig who can catch fish, he is not an idle person, so he has such an expression. If He Yiming and the others were just ordinary people, then this old man would definitely not care about this little thing.

Ordinary people's food, if you eat it, you eat it, it's not a big deal at all. But to be rude in front of a master of the same level would be too embarrassing.

He Yiming and Bai Bianba's eyes didn't look at the old man, they didn't seem to notice the old man's embarrassment at the moment, which made the old man's originally cold heart have a trace of unexpected warmth.

Only the treasure pig stared at the old man with a pair of small eyes, because all the fish it had worked so hard to catch had been eaten by the old man, and it had not even given it a single one, which naturally made it feel indignant. But when He Yiming and Baibaiba didn't speak, it was helpless.

The old man hesitated for a moment, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he quickly stood up. Running like a fly towards the place where he lived.

The treasure pig came to He Yiming's feet, arched with his long nose, and hummed.

Its movements seem to be complaining, and look at the old man who patted his ass and left after he was full, or the fish that my treasure pig had worked so hard to catch.

He Yiming rubbed its little head with a smile and said, "Bao Pig, if you haven't eaten grilled fish in forty years, it will definitely be worse than it." ”

The treasure pig hummed, came to the side of Hundred and Eight and arched.

After spending a long time with it, although I can't understand its words, I can guess a thing or two about its movements.

Bao Pig should say that with one hundred and eight, it is impossible to eat without grilled fish.

Seeing this little guy's funny performance, He Yiming couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud. However, after a moment, He Yiming restrained his laughter and looked in one direction.

The figure of the jungle flashed, and the old man had already gone and returned.

He came to He Yiming's front and stretched out a hand, and in his hand, he held a huge piece of iron. Subsequently. He carefully placed the iron in front of He Yiming.

When he did this, there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. However, this old man is not very human, even if he is reluctant to give up, but since he has made a decision, he will definitely not regret it.

After taking a deep look at the iron block for the last time, the old man turned around and left, and disappeared from He Yiming's sight in an instant.

He Yiming's mouth opened wide, and he was puzzled by the old man's movements.

The old man went back and gave him this piece of iron, did he want to exchange it for the grilled fish he had just eaten?

Before He Yiming could figure out the relationship, the treasure pig snorted twice, and then pounced on the iron block without any image, and hugged the iron block tightly with his front hooves, just like when he saw one hundred and eight for the first time in the past, the whole child hung on one hundred and eight's body, and refused to leave.

He Yiming's heart sank, what kind of character the treasure pig is, of course he knows it clearly, as soon as he sees its action, he understands that this piece of iron must be extraordinary, and it is absolutely impossible to be the kind of big road goods that can be seen everywhere in the outside world.

Gently grabbing the neck of the treasure pig, He Yiming pulled it up. But the little guy's front hooves were still clinging to the iron piece and not letting go, and staring at He Yiming pitifully with a pair of small eyes, which made his heart feel a strange sense of guilt.

It seems that it is an unforgivable thing to take this piece of iron away from the hands of the treasure pig.

He Yiming rolled his eyes, opened the silver ring space, picked it out for a moment, and took out the shortest dragon snake horn.

Toss the serpent's horn around in your hand. He Yiming didn't even glance at the treasure pig out of the corner of his eye.

After half a ring, He Yiming felt that his trouser legs seemed to be pulled by something, and he looked down to see that the treasure pig was holding the iron in his hand high, constantly lining his legs, but those small eyes were staring at the horns of the dragon and snake in He Yiming's hand.

He Yiming smiled slightly, and sent the dragon snake horn to the hoof of the treasure pig like a child, and took the iron piece with his hand.

When I turned around, I happened to see the eyes of one hundred and eight that were like jewels.

For some reason, He Yiming just felt that there was a sudden hint of tenderness in these eyes, which seemed to have no emotion.

However, when he settled down to look at it, those eyes were the same as usual, and there was no difference in any more.

He Yiming shook his head, full of doubts in his heart, maybe he was wrong, how could one hundred and eight have human feelings.

Using a piece of dragon snake horn obtained by the treasure pig from the dragon snake lair to exchange the iron piece in his hand, He Yiming checked it, and his heart couldn't help but change color slightly.

The weight of the iron was far beyond his imagination, as if what he held in his hand was not a fist-sized piece of iron, but a giant iron stone the size of a table.

Ponder. The contents of the world's treasures were recalled in my mind one by one.

After a long time, He Yiming's face changed slightly, and among the treasures of ores, he seemed to have seen descriptions of such items.

It is said that in some of the giant iron ores in the East and the West, some ores with extremely high iron content will be produced, and the weight of these ores is far greater than that of ordinary iron ore.

Dark Iron is one of the best items among the Five Elements to train the Golden Divine Soldier. If a finger-sized piece of dark iron can be placed in a divine weapon, then its hardness will be greatly improved. If the entire divine weapon was made of dark iron......

This possibility is very small, because the number of ore raw materials that can be refined into dark iron on the continent is getting smaller and smaller, and more importantly, if you want to smelt iron ore, you must need a fire-based innate powerhouse to use fire-based true qi to cultivate it day and night, which is bound to greatly affect the improvement of your own strength.

So unless it is a super gate faction, it is impossible for anyone to have a large amount of dark iron, and in the real gate sect, I am afraid that it will not really waste so much dark iron to create a weapon alone.

Several thoughts instantly turned in He Yiming's heart, and he even recalled the pain he felt when the old man took out this piece of dark iron.

However, since the old man was able to take out this thing, it meant one thing, although this Xuantie was precious, in his eyes, it was far less important than the people of the mainland to Xuantie.

In a trance, He Yiming remembered the recess of that place. In the center of that strange island, no matter how much power a man or horse wields, he can't knock down the nearby mountain wall.

Nodding slightly, his eyes were looking at the dark iron in his hand, He Yiming already knew that on this nameless island, there must be a large amount of ore that could refine the dark iron, and the old man who had stayed on the island for forty years must have refined a lot of dark iron.

With the strength of his Venerable, he was naturally far from being able to compare to an ordinary innate fire master, and the speed of refining Xuaniron must have been countless times faster. Over the past forty years, the amount of dark iron accumulated is only considerable.

If it weren't for that, even if the craftsmanship of one hundred and eight was ten times better, the old man would not be able to give such a precious gift.

After pondering for a long time, He Yiming threw the dark iron in his hand to Bai and Eight, and said, "Brother Bai, this thing is quite hard, if you think it is useful, you might as well eat a little." ”

One hundred and eight took it, his eyes lit up instantly, and the light like a small sun turned half on the iron. Finally a hand was reached.

This hand glittered in the sunlight, and the next moment it turned into the head of the Daeki knife.

With a fierce slash, he instantly cut off a third of the iron.

He put a third of it in his mouth and swallowed it in prison.

"Plop ......"

A strange voice came from not far away, He Yiming and Bao Zhu were shocked, they turned their heads to look, the same dumbfounded, a little at a loss.

Not far behind them, a snow-white guy with horns on his head was staring at Hundred and Eight in horror.

The boss with its mouth open actually gave people a sluggish feeling.

And beneath its head, there was a fish that was bouncing alive, dying on the ground. (