I have been in Tongtian Village for almost ten days, since the blood energy closed the road to Tongtian, Ye Xueyan and Han Yue'er stayed in Tongtian Village all day long, waiting for the arrival of the legendary Wuzun master, the master of the Temple of Mourning.

In fact, Ye Xueyan is no stranger to the master of the Mourning Temple, he has heard that he has such an uncle since he was a child, but the image of his uncle is not positive at all, and he will always be the human flesh cloth background board in various legends of his legendary father, the main role is to set off Ye Xueheng's strength, I am afraid that the Mourning Temple mainly knows that he is such an image in his nephew's heart, and it is estimated that he will be so angry that he will vomit blood.

In the past few days together, Ye Xueyan and Xiong Zhan are very familiar, and Xiong Zhan's hearty and sincere personality has really won Ye Xueyan's respect and friendship.

knocked on the door, Ye Xueyan pushed the door directly in, there was no one in the house, Xiong Xuan, who had been cultivating in the house for the past few days, was not in the house.

When Ye Xueyan walked out of the door, he felt that in a private house not far away, there was a strong fire attribute energy, and the rough and violent feeling made Ye Xueyan feel extremely familiar, just like the majestic figure that was always in front of him and Xiang'er in the black prison in the past, so rough, but so reassuring.

As soon as he got close to the private house, he heard the sound of "ping pong" coming from inside, and hearing this long-lost voice, he couldn't help but think of Ye Xueyan's days in the Ye family, in the Ye family's refining workshop, such a voice was never cut off at all times, and countless divine weapons were transported out of it, achieving the Ye family's supreme prestige on the mainland.

When he walked into the house, he saw Xiong extinguishing his upper body, holding something similar to a pestle in his hand, and smashing a black stone on the big iron table vigorously, and his whole body was bursting with red flames, like a burning furnace.

"Boy, don't ask me, there's no news today, the road to heaven is blocked by your uncle, I really can't do anything, let's wait for the Flash Shadow guy to invite them to the Lord of the Death Temple, you can ask them." Xiong Xuan had his back to Ye Xueyan, but he knew the changes around him very well.

"Uncle Xiong, don't be nervous, I'm not here to ask you about this today, I just want to chat with you, you're busy with you, I won't bother you here." Ye Xueyan said, and sat on a chair at the door of the house.

Xiong Xuan's rough face suddenly showed a relieved expression, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but there was no way to deal with the children, his heart liked it tightly, and when he heard Ye Xueyan say that he was just chatting with him, he didn't need to see his disappointed expression because he said he didn't know, and the stone in his heart suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hehe, okay, boy, you just wait for me there for a while, and I'll talk to you when I'm done with this piece of material. Xiong Xuan smiled and began to continue tapping on the stones.

Time flowed quietly, Ye Xueyan did not show the slightest anxiety, but indulged in Xiong Yan's unique refining technique, in which he seemed to see Han Yan's majestic body.

"Brush", Ye Xueyan pulled out the Yanhu Sword from the dark gold ring, and the slender and continuous scars spread from the tip of the sword, and it was almost piercing the entire Yanhu Sword. But even if it was damaged, the Yanhu Sword still exuded a fierce aura, and like its maker, Han Yan, it was powerful, strong, and unyielding.

Xiong Xuan stopped his hand, he slowly turned his head, looked at the sword in Ye Xueyan's hand, and asked incredulously, "The one in your hand is the Yanhu Sword?"

Ye Xueyan nodded, he had long known that Xiong Xuan was a person from the Hundred Refining Sect, and knowing Yan Hu Jian meant that he did know Han Yan.

"What does Han Yan have to do with you, and how is he?" Xiong Yan asked.

"He's my uncle, he's... He's dead. Ye Xueyan said in a low voice.

"What? Han Yan, he... What happened to him. Xiong Xuan gasped and asked loudly.

Ye Xueyan was silent, and then recounted what happened in the black prison. Xiong Xuan listened, sighing for a while, he had tears in his eyes, but he didn't say a word, his respected senior brother, Yan Tiger Han Yan, did not lose his noble dignity until he died.

Xiong Xuan patted Ye Xueyan's shoulder and asked, "Boy, I am like a brother with my senior brother, and I will definitely avenge his revenge, don't worry." When this is over, I will immediately go back to the Hundred Refining Sect and tell the master the news, after all, the senior brother is the master's favorite disciple. If you want to learn refining weapons, come to the Hundred Refining Gate of the Refining Country to find me, and I will definitely do my best to teach you and live up to the affection of my senior brother and me. ”

Ye Xueyan bowed and silently expressed his heart to Xiong Xuan.

"Also, give me the Yanhu Sword, I'll help you repair it, be careful in the future, after all, this is the best work that Senior Brother left in the world. Xiong Xuan took the Yanhu Sword handed by Ye Xueyan, and there were red flames all over his body, only to see that his hands were open to each other, and a ball of flames was condensed in his two hands, enveloping the Yanhu Sword.

Xiong Slayer flicked his hand upward, and the Yanhu Sword hanging in the air was thrown high, and then he took out a few materials from his Sumeru ring and threw them into the flames. As if catalyzed, the flames turned bright red like blood, and bursts of tiger roars came from them.

Xiong Xuan also jumped high, holding the strange iron pestle in his hand, and smashed it into the flames, every time he smashed it, his figure appeared one more, and he smashed it nearly seventy times, and the air was densely packed with Xiong Xuan's strong figure, and the flame that wrapped the Yanhu Sword was compressed into a small fireball.

One by one, the figures vanished, the bears fell back to the ground, and small fireballs floated in the air, burning violently.

The fireball gradually began to grow larger, turning into a flaming tiger, roaring loudly, a sword hilt appeared in the tiger's mouth, and then, a long sword was gradually spit out, plunging into the ground from the air, and the sound of cutting through the air made people feel pleasant.

Flame Tiger Sword!

The cracks on the sword body had disappeared, and the entire sword had shrunk in a circle, no longer as large as before, but when Ye Xueyan held it in his hand, he didn't feel a little lighter, and it seemed to be heavier than before.

Ye Xueyan's wrist flipped, and bursts of sword light penetrated the refining workshop, flying in all directions, and the powerful sword power spread like a spider web.

The Yanhu Sword, at the first moment of resurrection, was like the common people announcing the return of the king of the forest.

"Boom", there was a loud noise outside the house, Ye Xueyan and Xiong Xuan immediately came outside the house, only to see the peak, a huge Taiji cloud appeared, like a god and demon descending into the world, full of oppressive force, and then, the Taiji cloud began to gradually shrink, falling towards the peak of the stone peak of Tongtian, and the blood-colored energy that had been used to block the road to heaven in the first few days began to dissipate little by little, and the stone steps on the road to heaven began to appear slowly.

Ye Xueyan and Xiong Xuan hurriedly rushed towards the road to Tongtian, and on the way, they met Han Yue'er and Tang Yue, who were also alarmed by the vision outside, and the four of them rushed to the Tongtian Stone Peak together, and finally, they didn't have to wait anxiously anymore.

"No matter what, I'm going to bring my uncle back. Ye Xueyan said in his heart, the power of his blood veins surged, and he rushed towards the peak quickly.