Chapter 84

Shangjing, in the abandoned Xiao Mansion.

Xiao Zhan stood in the vermilion wooden corridor, looking at the cobwebs on the eaves, the thick dust on the pillars, and the fallen leaves all over the ground, and a trace of memory flashed in his eyes.

Here are fond memories of him before he was twenty years old.

At that time, the Xiao family was harmonious, friendly, and lively.

It's a pity that the white clouds and dogs are not people.

Xiao Zhan's gaze swept over the surrounding rockeries and fish ponds, and slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Suddenly, a voice came from across the garden.

"Memories are memories after all, and if you lose them, you can't get them back."

Hearing this voice, Xiao Zhan frowned slightly, and walked forward along the wooden corridor for dozens of meters.

A familiar figure appeared in Xiao Zhan's sight.

The old beggar who had a relationship in Wudang Mountain leaned against the pillar, still holding a wine gourd in his hand, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his clothes were in tatters.

Xiao Zhan hugged his fists and said slowly:

"Senpai came to me?"

The old beggar nodded and threw the wine jug in his hand at Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan reached out to catch it, opened it and sniffed it, then took a sip with a smile.

The old beggar said slowly:

"I said we would meet again when you came to the capital."

Xiao Zhan let out a 'hmm', threw the wine gourd back to the old beggar, and said in a deep voice:

"Whatever the seniors want to say, just say it."

The old beggar raised his eyebrows, "So, have you thought it through, and you don't want to stay at home with your wife and children anymore?" ”

Xiao Zhan frowned:

"Senior, let's get down to business."

The old beggar pursed his lips, walked in front of Xiao Zhan with his hands behind his back, and reached out to grab Xiao Zhan's wrist.

Xiao Zhan subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't dodge at all.

The old beggar grabbed Xiao Zhan's wrist, sensed it, and then nodded:

"After quenching the body, there is the Qi Gathering Realm, and the true qi in your body has been completely transformed into the true element, and the speed is even faster than I thought."

As he spoke, the old beggar reached out and took out a shabby gray cloth bag from his bosom, and said in a deep voice:

"There are five True Yuan Stones in it, and after you absorb the True Yuan in them, it will be considered as a complete stabilization of the strength of the early stage of the Qi Gathering Realm."

Xiao Zhan didn't pick up the cloth bag in the old beggar's hand, but frowned and asked:

"Senior, you haven't told me yet, what's in the Lost Land?"

The old beggar walked over to a stone table and sat down.

Xiao Zhan also sat across from him.

The old beggar took out a dry tobacco from his bosom, lit it, and took a puff, and then said:

"You should have guessed that there are not god-level powerhouses in the world, but those who have reached god-level strength, all of them have entered the lost land."

"In other words, the people in the Lost Land have the lowest strength at the god level."

Xiao Zhan nodded, quietly listening to the old beggar continue.

The old beggar's expression gradually became serious:

"Aside from those people, the real horror in the Lost Lands comes from the unknown."

"Unknown creatures, unknown environments, unknown forces."

"For example, many ancient creatures that should have been extinct a long time ago, and for example, the fog that can constantly corrode the meridians and flesh."

Xiao Zhan's eyes lit up, "Then, what is there in the Lost Land that is worthy of the countries of the world sending their strongest forces into it?" ”

The old beggar pointed to the cloth bag on the table.

"What else could it be, of course it was the True Yuan Stone."

"In the world, only the lost land still exists in the true yuan stone vein."

Xiao Zhan's eyes sank, and it was really the same as he guessed.

After thinking about it, Xiao Zhan asked again:

"That Yanlong Country, how many people are in the Lost Land now?"

The old beggar was silent for a moment, then sighed and said:

"I don't know."

"The missing, the dead, it is impossible to count them today."

Seeing that Xiao Zhan didn't speak, the old beggar put his cigarette stick aside and took out an incomplete map from his arms.

"This is the route and area that our Yanlong Kingdom has explored in the Lost Land, although it is not much, but it has also taken countless efforts."

"And some of them were stolen from other countries."

"Every country has a different map."

Xiao Zhan picked up the map and looked at it, only a very small area and a few routes on the map were outlined with black lines, and more areas were marked with question marks or red exclamation marks.

You don't have to think about it to know that the red exclamation mark represents the danger zone.

There are also small chunks of area, marked as occupied by other countries.

The old beggar continued:

"The Yanlong City on the map is the location of our Yanlong Country."

Xiao Zhan nodded, put the map in his arms, and then frowned and asked:

"Aside from the seniors, has anyone ever been to the Lost Land?"

"Of course," the old beggar nodded, "and several of the seniors have been seriously injured and have been in retreat. ”

"There is also Gong Baotian, who lives in the Imperial Jin Tianfu, and it is also my fault that he was in a hurry to find out the situation in Yanlong City at that time, and sent Gong Baotian, who was still at the holy level, into it, causing him to almost die inside."

"Plus!" The old beggar's eyes lit up, "As I said earlier, the Lost Land has only been discovered in a very small area, and there will definitely be people coming back through other unknown exits. ”

"Also, some old powerhouses have left heirs in the Lost Land, those people may not have reached the strength of the god level, and if they are lucky, they can also leave the Lost Land."

"Then there are some big families, or forces that have been passed down for many years, and they have a road map to enter and exit the Lost Land at home, and they may also enter and exit the Lost Land without us knowing."

Xiao Zhan's face gradually became solemn:

"In other words, in the Yanlong Country, there are still some strong people who have been to the Lost Land, and their traces are not even clear to the Yanlong Country?"

The old beggar nodded, "That's just the way it is. ”

Xiao Zhan's expression instantly became solemn.

The old beggar saw at a glance what Xiao Zhan was worried about, and said slowly:

"You have mobilized all the saint-level powerhouses hidden in the God of War Temple to Queqiao Mountain, are you still afraid that someone will harm your wife and daughter?"

"I have already gone to see Gong Baotian, and he is willing to stay in Queqiao Mountain to protect your family."

Xiao Zhan nodded, a flash of firmness flashed in his eyes:

"How to distribute the True Yuan Stones obtained in the Lost Land?"

"Not necessarily," the old beggar laughed, "If you get the True Yuan Stone and hide it, then no one knows." ”

"But once you encounter a good True Yuan Stone vein, it's not something you can keep alone."

"In the Lost Lands, no one can survive alone."

"Otherwise, our Yanlong Kingdom would not have only established a Yanlong City in the Lost Land, after spending so many years, you should understand the reason."

Xiao Zhan nodded, but did not speak, with a contemplative look in his eyes.

The old beggar didn't interrupt Xiao Zhan's thinking, but stuck the cigarette stick on his waist and slowly left with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Zhan sat on the stone bench for half an hour.

His habit is not to fight unprepared battles!

Once you attack, you have to win! This is also the fundamental reason why the Temple of the God of War can have such an achievement today!

What's more, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a hundred deaths in a lost place that is completely unknown.

But when he thought of the True Yuan Stone, Xiao Zhan had to admit that he was also moved.

As long as there are enough True Yuan Stones, not only can their own strength be improved again, but the members of the God of War Temple can also grow quickly.

As the old beggar said, the fog is approaching, the lost land is slowly expanding, and one day, the whole world will be in crisis.

If you don't prepare early, you will have to wait for death when the time comes!

Xiao Zhan put his right hand on the stone table, and his fingers tapped rhythmically, which was his habitual movement when he was thinking.

If you want to enter the Lost Land, the safest way is to go to Yanlong City and wait for the opportunity.

After thinking about it, Xiao Zhan took out his mobile phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and dialed a number.

In the southwest of Yanlong Country, there is a vast desert.

On the endless yellow sand, the steaming heat wave twisted and gathered into a hot wind, whistling and raging throughout the desert.

Deep in the desert, there is a lake that has dried up for thousands of years, and now only a huge pit remains.

The huge pit was scorched black, and the hot magma that emerged from the ground continued to flow in the deep pit, and the scorching heat caused the surrounding sand dunes to melt into a hard gray-brown glass mountain for a long time.

The flowing magma, like red fire pythons, is constantly flowing in the huge crater.

In the middle of the pit, a charred stone house stands, scorched in the heat wave, experiencing the scorching heat all the time.

Unexpectedly, there was someone in the stone house!

The stone house was empty, except for a black stone platform with a diameter of more than five meters in the middle.

There is a pit on the stone platform, and the magma in the ground continues to emerge through the passage inside the stone platform, and then flows down the stone platform, and falls deep into the earth through cracks in the ground.

Next to the stone platform, a thin man with a naked body, holding a black iron hammer, smashed it down again and again, and the red-hot meteorite iron revealed the appearance of a long knife little by little.

The thin man's eyes were sunken, and his withered hair was full of white smoke, which was soon roasted to ashes.

The sweat on his body continued to fall, splashing onto the stone platform with the movement of the beating, and immediately evaporated into water vapor.

"Toot ......"

The phone not far away rang suddenly.

The thin man frowned, stuffed the knife blank back into the lava accumulated on the stone platform, and then picked up his phone and looked at it.

"Tell me, find me something."

Xiao Zhan's voice came:

"Are you ready for the knife?"

Hearing Xiao Zhan's words, the thin man said coldly:

"I'll take it in three days."

With that, the thin man threw his phone directly into the magma.

The phone turned to ashes in an instant.

Then, the thin man looked at the knife blank that was slowly turning red in the magma, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

If anyone knew the name of this thin man, they would be speechless with astonishment.

His name is Ou Yanlie, a swordsmith born thirty years ago, and once again, the strong men of all countries were proud to have a weapon he built with his own hands.

Thirty years ago, he suddenly announced his retirement, and made a bold statement that if he didn't build a peerless divine weapon, he would never appear again in this life.

Not only that, Ou Yanlie is a descendant of Ou Yezi, the originator of sword casting, and this name alone is enough to make swordsmiths all over the world respect him.

Two years ago, Xiao Zhan accidentally obtained a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite, which was tougher than any material in this world.

At that time, Xiao Zhan had the idea of turning that piece of meteorite into a peerless divine weapon.

For this reason, the people of the Temple of War explored almost every corner of the world, and finally found Ou Yanlie hidden in the center of this desert.

At that time, when Ou Yanlie was discovered, his expression was so wonderful and wonderful, he didn't expect that there would really be someone in this world who could find him.

When Xiao Zhan put the piece of meteorite iron weighing thousands of catties in front of Ou Yanlie, Ou Yanlie's eyes lit up, and he immediately said that he would definitely become a peerless divine soldier.

As a result, he didn't expect that it would take him two full years to melt the meteorite into a knife blank.

Although the process was difficult, Ou Yanlie also firmly believed that this knife would definitely become his pinnacle!