When Harish saw the living man, he instantly hugged his younger brother tightly, like an old hen guarding her chicks, and her dark eyes were full of vigilance.

Li Xuanyuan and Bai Xiuxiu stared at each other, not knowing how to answer the little boy's string of bird words.

I can't understand it, and I guess these two black children can't understand Kyushu dialect either.

What broke the silence was a voice like heaven.

“%#%%...... Ink Yang opened his mouth, and a stream of fluent bird words jumped out of his mouth.

Everyone in Kunlun invariably turned their eyes to Ink Yang, fluent and smooth, coupled with his confident expression, it looked like he was speaking his native language.

Everyone was shocked and their jaws were about to dislocate.

Harish was stunned for a moment, and seemed a little surprised that Ink Yang could speak their tribe's language, so he snorted again.

The rest of the Kunlun squad watched the two go back and forth, and in the end, Harish actually became good friends with Ink Yang and agreed that they would stay in their house temporarily.

"Senior Brother Shuiyang, you're too powerful, aren't you!" As soon as she settled down, Bai Xiuxiu couldn't wait to ask, "What did you just say?"

"Just casual chat......" Ink Yang directly omitted unnecessary parts of the dialogue, "This should be a secret realm." ”

"First, they are alive, second, this tribe is called chestnut, third, they are about to move north, and fourth, they are going to war. ”

"War?" Li Xuanyuan frowned slightly, the people here live in such an environment, they don't even have swords, what kind of war are they talking about.

Ink Yang nodded and explained, "The weather here isn't like this all the time. They really couldn't live anymore, so they considered moving north, but the tribes to the north didn't welcome them. So...... You can only punch in. ”

"Why do you have to fight......" Bai Xiuxiu's deer eyes widened, why did the other tribes reject the people here, did they have to watch them die in the sun?

"Resources are always scarce. ”

Surprisingly, this sentence was actually uttered by Yu Lingji.

Everyone suddenly remembered that Yu Lingji was a country boy, raised by his grandfather, if it weren't for the hundreds of miles of Yunyou, I'm afraid he was now farming in the field.

In the protagonist group, there are only two people who have suffered hardships.

Ink Yang and Fish Spirit.

"Don't look at me like this, my father is good to me, and he didn't make me suffer much. Yu Lingji scratched his head a little embarrassedly under the gaze of everyone and grinned.

The tribes to the north were not enough to provide rations for more than a thousand people of the Li tribe.

So they rejected all those from the chestnut tribe.

Eventually, the elders of the Li tribe decided to "open" this passage. And they have been actively preparing for war recently, so they are very wary of strangers who suddenly arrive.

"When are they going to fight?" Li Xuanyuan pursed his thin lips, what did it mean that Li Jian sent them into such a secret realm? Wasn't their purpose to take the Sword of the Sun?

Ink Yang stretched out his hand and spread his fingers.

Five days.

"For five days, they used it to forge swords. ”

"Five Days, Sword Forging?" Yu Lingji thought about it with his little head, and felt that Five Days Sword Casting was really exaggerated. Let's say there are more than a thousand people in this tribe, and one in five can go to war. Producing 200 swords in five days is not something that such a small tribe can achieve.

"yes, that's the weird thing. Ink Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "I asked Harish how to forge a sword, and he said that only the patriarch knows. ”

Harish is thirteen years old and his name is on the list of those who will fight.

Even at a young age, he knew that the Li tribe had a very small chance of winning in this battle.

There was no way he could have grown up with his brother.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the younger brother gets to the north, it's all worth it.

Harish's expression was firm and powerful when he said this, and his black and white eyes lingered in Ink Yang's mind for a long time.

He didn't like the situation.

This sad sacrifice.

Because it almost makes no sense.

"Forged Sword...... Could it be that the Sword of the Supreme Sun has not yet been born?" Li Xuanyuan held his chin and pondered, and finally came to this conclusion. There are very few secret realms where there are living people, and this secret realm is obviously not ordinary.

"The blade of the sun's debris ......," he muttered to himself, and suddenly, his eyes lit up, "do you want us to help them forge their swords?"

"Quite possibly. Yu Lingji nodded at the same time as Bai Xiuxiu.

Ink Yang didn't speak, he always felt very strange.

If the Sword of the Extreme Sun was really that powerful, how could it be something that mortals could forge.

Even if they did get the materials to forge the sword.

Ink Yang looked at the huge burning red orb in the sky, and his eyes were very uncomfortable from the burning stimulus. But he still stared intently to the east.

The red sphere was covered with black dots, and he could even see the solar wind cascading on top of each other.

The year of the most intense solar movement was a very intense flare.

"Destroy this false sun, and maybe they won't have to fight......" Ink Yang muttered to himself.

But this is very difficult, their purpose is only to get the sword, there is no need to make more trouble.

Shengjing has a population of 5 million, far more than 1,000 people here.

If Master were here, would she want me to be nosy?

......

Ling Xiao stared at Yun Xingzhou and didn't speak, but her eyes were easy to understand-

"What are you kidding?"

"No, five hundred years of research tells me that I'm not wrong. Yun Xingzhou smiled faintly, "Speaking of which, thanks to Fang Cun's guidance." ”

Ling Xiao's eyelids jumped, this name is too familiar, this is the little scholar who fell into the devil five hundred years ago, and was taken by Xiru to see the person.

"Have you seen him?"

"Five hundred years ago, I studied in Kunlun for a month without understanding the secret of forging the sword with spirits, and it was he who guided me. When Yun Xingzhou mentioned the past, he showed a nostalgic look.

Ling Xiao only felt goosebumps "whooshing" like mushrooms after a rain.

Nostalgia for the past is indeed one of the symptoms of a midlife crisis.

"Can you finish the conversation at once, my aunt and grandmother don't have much time. Ling Xiao raised her eyebrows a little impatiently, she didn't like to use the spells given by Bai Shanyue, but she always felt a little flustered if she didn't look at the idiot apprentice.

"The speed of time between the secret realm and the outside is ten to one, and there is one night when we can study your origins. When Yun Xingzhou talked about the topic of his own field, he was extremely excited, and he was not afraid of Ling Xiao doing anything with him.

But there's really nothing to be afraid of.

A sword spirit that has left the body of the sword, in front of the Mahayana period, is no different from a lonely soul and a wild ghost.

"So you say. Ling Xiao looked at the middle-aged man's expression of "I'm taking it lightly", and peeled her fingers a little boringly, if it weren't for the fact that she was really a little interested in what he said, she would let this idiot Mahayana know-

What is the power of a legendary weapon?

"To forge a sword, the first thing to do is to separate the soul from the body, destroy the body, and leave his soul with no place to return. ”

"Next, to melt his sea of knowledge, he has reached the sword heart clear. ”

"In the end, the soul is integrated into every inch of the sword body, and the thousands of tempers during it are far more than the pain of rebirth from broken bones, and the sword and spirit are one. ”

"Of course, forging a sword from a living person is nothing more than my guess. Yun Xingzhou saw Ling Xiao's gradually gloomy face, and still said to himself, "Brother Fang Cun said that there is a book in the Shengjing Li Family Library that records the life of Baishan Yue before he became an immortal. ”

"Before he sought immortals, he had a wife who was marrying a Ming media. ”

"The surname is Ling Mingxiao. ”