As he spoke, the old man took out a peculiar and gorgeous spearhead from the hand of the low-eyebrow waiter next to him. The bronze's distinctive yellow glow shines brightly in the sunlight, and the edges of the finely polished blades have beautiful bird feather patterns. Just one look at it makes people feel that they can't put it down.

Looking at the size again, the blade of the spear was as wide as four fingers side by side, more than three times thicker than the head of an ordinary spear, and the length reached an unprecedented ninety centimeters. On each side of the spearhead there is a protruding twig, the length is extremely short, only about 18 centimeters, and the blade is cut on one side. This makes the spearhead look a little weird, very different from a normal spear.

The value of this huge spearhead is enough to be worth more than 20 ordinary spearheads, which can be called extremely valuable.

What should the cold fire be exchanged for?

With a pull from behind his back, he took out a gray wooden stick, about the thickness of a child's arm, about two meters and two or three meters long. Leng Huo carried the stick and said calmly: "With this exchange, I think it will be enough!"

The onlookers, whether they were the Gaoling clan, the bladed clan, or the low-eyebrow clan, were all confused about this stick, and no one could recognize its origin, and they frowned.

The young man of the bladed clan who sold the spearhead pursed his lips and laughed out loud, "Just because of your black stick, you want to change the baby in charge?"

For these contempts, Leng Huo does not care. In fact, since witnessing his grandparents calmly dying, Leng Huo will no longer be angry about these trivial matters.

His expression was calm, and as soon as he raised his hand, he stopped the angry clansmen behind him, "Why? Use your two-handed sword to slash at the wooden stick, and then, you will have the answer yourself." ”

"You underestimate me?" the man raised his eyebrows, slightly angry

Leng Huo didn't say much, the stick slipped in his hand, and the other end lightly touched the ground, signaling him to do it as soon as possible. The man glanced at Lan Tong, and when he saw the old man nodding slightly, he took off the giant sword from behind his back and raised his hands.

He took a step forward, his body tense like a bow, his body spun slightly, and he shouted angrily, and the giant sword slashed down, screaming with the sharp sound of the blade breaking through the air.

This sword, not only the strength of this person itself, but also the power of the giant sword's own rotation, is extremely fierce, even a running boar will be cut in two by this sword.

A dull sound sounded, and the greatsword collapsed. The man was caught off guard and hurriedly took two steps back before he stabilized his figure. His face was full of incredulity, because the long stick sutra in Leng Huo's hand was not damaged in the slightest. The man raised the giant sword in his hand and looked at it, and found that the blade had burst into a gap two fingers wide.

Such a magical scene, everyone saw it clearly, and they were in an uproar.

The Blade Clan was surprised, but the Kaolin Clan's people were shocked, and they muttered to themselves, "Divine Tree, this must be the Divine Tree on the peak of Longji Mountain." It's incredible that someone was able to break the sacred tree. ”

Lan Tong was also amazed, and after a little inquiry in the crowd, he understood. In the Dragon's Back Mountains, there is a type of tree that grows near the snow line.

This tree is harder than lapis lazuli and is so heavy that it sinks to the bottom as soon as it enters the water. The Kaolin people once thought of using it to make weapons, but unfortunately they couldn't do anything about it, so the Kaolin people were in awe and called it a sacred tree.

Lan Tong said categorically, "Deal!" As he spoke, Lan Tong took the Divine Wood from Leng Huo's hand and gently stroked it with his hand. The heavy blow of the two-handed giant sword only left a white mark on the surface of the divine tree, and with a wipe of his hand, it disappeared without a trace.

"Sure enough, it's a treasure. He sighed for a while, and then said to the cold fire, "Young man, if you can break the Divine Tree, you are qualified to name it." ”

Leng Huo closed his eyes, and after a while he opened them, he said flatly: "I call it Iron Birch." Lan Tong asked with great interest, "Oh, why is it called that?"

[Why? Because my grandfather is Tie Feng, and my grandmother's name is Hua Bai!] Although he thought so in his heart, Leng Huo was unwilling to declare his feelings to the public, so he just shook his head and said nothing.

Lan Tong didn't care about himself, and then changed the topic, and asked with a smile how to break the iron birch. The clansmen behind Leng Huo hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Leng Huo's clothes, for fear that he would tell the secret.

Leng Huo didn't care, pointed to the roots of the iron birch and said, "Use a stone to grind the roots of the iron birch for five hundred days, and you can break it." ”

The audience was stunned and looked at each other, who would not know such a stupid method. But who has the courage and perseverance to stay in the dangerous Dragon's Back Mountains for 500 days? You must know that it is alone in the extremely dangerous light rain forest, whether it is a tyrannosaurus or a saber-toothed tiger, it will kill you if you encounter it.

The eyes of everyone looking at Leng Huo were extremely complicated, and Leng Huo only regarded it as a breeze and didn't care. He turned silently, ready to leave with his people. Just walked not far, Lan Tong suddenly sang behind him:

The Pious

Trek through a roadless wasteland

It's a long way

Climb to the top of the White Peak

The Pious

Offer the claws and teeth of seven beasts of prey

As a sacrifice

The glorious temple was born out of nothing

The Pious

Raise the blade that flows with light

Respectfully raised

On the crystal pedestal, a prayer is inscribed

The Pious

You will get endless divine favor for this.

This is a popular ballad, and since what era, it has become so popular that even a three-year-old child can sing two lines.

One person sings, and a hundred people follow.

The sound shook the trees, and the sound curbed the clouds. Leng Huo stopped the moment the song sounded, and turned to stare at Lan Tong in surprise, as if he saw a monster.

After singing, Lan Tong felt a lot of emotion. He took out an unusually ornately decorated short sword from his bosom, and reluctantly stroked it for a while before he raised his voice: "Young man, this gift is a magnificent deed for you." As he spoke, he threw the volley to the cold fire.

Cold fire catches it with one hand. It was a short sword one foot four inches long. The hilt of the chestnut sword, wrapped with hemp rope, is very practical when it is non-slip. The scabbard is made of some kind of leather, which is very delicate. The scabbard is flanked by several malachites, rubies and sapphires, which are very beautiful.

"When you see this short sword, remember that there was once an old man who made a vow to hunt beasts of prey and sacrifice to the Holy White Peak. However, he gave up halfway, and when he was old, he regretted it for the rest of his life. Young man, take this as a warning!" After saying that, Lan Tong turned around and left, his back was gloomy and sad.

On the way back, the clansmen all looked at Leng Huo with strange eyes, as if they had never known him. In fact, the nickname "Fire Maniac" has become so loud in the tribe that even veterans of hunting have to show respect for Cold Fire. Please keep in mind: Lily, website mobile version computer version, lily free fastest update no anti-theft, no anti-theft, error chapter Ask for a book Looking for a book, please add the lily book friend group QQ group number 548944127