This sword was swung out, Xiong Jin was stunned, Wan Defeng was stunned, and even Li Changfeng himself was a little dazed, he didn't expect that inadvertently attaching a spell to the blade would produce such a powerful effect. There was a sudden realization in my heart: Yes, this is the correct use of fire, how can there be spells that can only be used to light a fire as a fire fold, all because I didn't find the correct use. What about the other spells...... Thinking of this, a wave of eagerness rose in my heart, and I can't wait to find a place to study it carefully.

Xiong Jin's heart rose with a slight fear, he calculated how many swords he could block in the face of such a ferocious attack, and after thinking about it carefully, he found that he couldn't even block a sword, and he couldn't help but secretly say that he was lucky, fortunately he didn't fight, otherwise he might have lost his life here.

Wan Defeng was stupid, he found that compared to this sword, his usual proud force was simply a child's thing. After relieving himself a little, he began to be anxious again, and secretly said in his heart: Big brother, you said that this is all discussed, and the requirements made by others are not too much, if you don't agree, it will be over, but you want to start another twist and turn, and you really want to cause this fierce man to go crazy, but how can it end?!

Li Changfeng's eyes swept away, he saw the situation of everyone in his eyes, knew that the deterrent effect had been achieved, and said coldly:

"Ten days, ten days to make way for you!"

After all, Xiong Jin has seen people with big winds and waves, so he stabilized his mind in a blink of an eye, and bargained:

"One day, one day at most. ”

"Nine days. ”

"Two days"

"Eight Days"

......

The two of them bargained like buying side dishes, and finally Xiong Jin bit to death for three days and did not let go, Li Changfeng knew that this was probably his bottom line, and agreed immediately.

..................

The sky saw a glimmer of light, and the sand thieves surrounding the square receded like a tide.

The Qituo tribesmen, led by Zebulan and other elders, knelt on the ground, chanted in their mouths, bent down with their hands to the sky and bowed deeply to Li Changfeng, and bowed to the hero of the entire tribe, the most noble ritual of the Xingsha Clan, nine shouts and nine bows, which was only lower than the ten-shout and ten-bow ritual of respecting the gods. Li Changfeng couldn't refuse, so he had to stand still and accept this salute.

When things passed, everything had to go on as usual, and the warriors in the square slowly dispersed. After a sleepless night, Li Changfeng and Zhang Cheng were taken towards the resting place, this time led by Zebulan himself, and finally there were no more accidents.

Halfway through, he asked Zebulan a little strangely how the sand thieves had sent someone to attack and kill him, who had been here for less than a day. Ze Bran guessed that it must be the warriors who came back with him to publicize his past achievements everywhere, and Xiong Jin learned from the secret line under Tuturub that he was profound, so he sent people to sneak attack in case of accidents.

This coincided with Li Changfeng's own judgment, he had a lot of questions in his heart and was about to ask again, but the residence arrived, thinking that Ze Bran was not young and had not slept all night, and he couldn't bear to be too tired, so he stopped talking and let him rest.

After Ze Bran said goodbye and left, he found that Zhang Cheng's eyes were red and he looked at him with some excitement, and he looked like he wanted to say something. Li Changfeng smiled and said:

"Say something, there's something bad to say between you and me. ”

Zhang Cheng took a long breath, clenched his fists and said:

"I think I might have found the murderer of Lao Zhang. ”

Li Changfeng instantly thought of who it was with a few hands, and said:

"You mean 'Hurricane Blood'?"

Zhang Cheng nodded and said:

"Some of the caravansera's clothes and objects are very distinctive, and I have seen several people wearing or wearing them among the sand pirates. ”

Li Changfeng was silent for a moment and asked:

"And what do you want to do?"

Zhang Cheng was not very excited this time, but just clenched his fists tighter and said slowly:

"Forbearance, I know that I have to endure, I have to endure, now is not the time for revenge!"

Li Changfeng nodded and said:

"As long as you live, there will always be a day of revenge. I'm so glad you've finally learned to stop being impulsive!"

Nodding his head heavily, Zhang Cheng bent down to say goodbye and went back to his room to rest.

The room is made of boulders, and the walls are very thick, which can well isolate the outside temperature changes, so that the room can maintain a relatively comfortable temperature. Ever since he heard the legend of the immortals in the ancient city, Li Changfeng began to pay attention to everything here.

At this moment, he carefully inspected the room, and found that the boulder used to build the house was very large and heavy, and it was by no means easy for ordinary people to move, no wonder the house had not collapsed after thousands of years of wind and sand erosion, which further proved the legend that this city was built by immortals.

But beyond that, nothing else has been found.

Li Changfeng was not disappointed, it was normal not to find out, but it was really hell to find out.

Kazuki fell on the bed, he tried to relax himself, although his physical fitness was strong, and there was no problem if he didn't sleep for a few days, but he never forced himself when he could. Sleep can not only relieve the fatigue of the body, but also make the spirit rest, for the current Li Changfeng, the latter is more important than the former.

Close your eyes and slowly fall asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already early afternoon, and the temperature in the house was noticeably higher. Li Changfeng turned over and sat up, washed casually with the water in the water bladder, then sat on the edge of the bed, and drew out the big sword with a little excitement.

The flame technique was activated, and a layer of orange flames was silently generated on the surface of the big sword, and between the swallows, the heat was pressing, and the temperature was estimated to melt gold and iron was not a problem. He looked left and right, but didn't find anything to test the sword, and he didn't care, just kept the flame and watched carefully.

The flames danced on the surface of the great sword, but the great sword itself did not withstand the temperature of the flames, so for a moment, the great sword made of ordinary fine iron should have melted into iron juice, but at this moment, the big sword was still the same color, and the color did not change.

"This should be the energy radiating outward along the sword body, and there is a momentum that forms an isolation layer that isolates the temperature of the flames, so that even a wooden sword can achieve the same effect. ”

I was secretly thinking about finding a way to cast spells with ordinary materials. Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt a stagnation in his body, and the circulation of vitality was actually unable to supply, he hurriedly stopped casting spells and looked inside, and found that in just four or five minutes, the vitality in his body had almost been exhausted, and he couldn't help but be surprised, it is said that he is already a seventh-layer cultivator in the qi cultivation period, and he shouldn't be so soon to lose vitality!

I lamented in my heart, remembering the "Datang" knife, which was a spiritual weapon made of real pro-law materials, I don't know what a mighty scene it would be to use it to bless the spell against the enemy, thinking of the depths, I can't help but be moved.

With a sigh, he thrust his greatsword back into its scabbard and set it aside. Suddenly remembered that he still had a piece of "Golden Black Iron", which was very pro-French, if he used it to refine a blade...... Thinking of this, he took out the wooden box from the carry-on package that was placed aside, opened it and looked at the fist-sized piece of gold and black iron.

Count on the left, at most refining a larger dagger with such a little material, there is still a lot of difference if you want to fight a knife. I couldn't help but hesitate: should I use the dagger first, or wait until I have all the materials to refine a knife?

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

He gathered his things and stood up, walked over and opened the door, and saw that there was Zebulan standing there, followed by Norte, with a sword in his arms.

Let people into the room and sit around the table. Zebran asked with a smile:

"Is Li Tute resting well?"

Li Chang replied with a smile:

"Of course. It's been a long time since I've slept so soundly. ”

looked at Nuo Tie on the side, hugged the sword tightly without saying a word, and said jokingly:

"The Warriors of Norte Warriors are not coming to me to fulfill their promise last night, this is still ......"

Nuo Tie's black face turned red, and he shook his head again and again and said hurriedly:

"Li Tute, why are you mentioning this, I have no eyes and no beads to collide with Tute, don't laugh at me. ”

Li Changfeng and Zebulan laughed together.

After a while, the laughter stopped, and Bran looked at Li Changfeng and said:

"I heard Grisanna say that in the past, Li Tute wants to inquire where there is a 'golden black iron', right?"

Li Changfeng nodded, and said with hope:

"I don't know if there is one in the Qituo Department, I am willing to buy it at a high price?"

Zebran shook his head and said:

"This thing is scarce in production and difficult to collect, and weapons made from it will be regarded as a treasure of the clan even by large tribes, which is easy to see. ”

Li Changfeng was slightly disappointed and said:

"Yes, I'm greedy. ”

Ze Bran suddenly said with a straight face at this time:

"The whole clan of my Qituo tribe received Li Tu's great favor and saved me from the disaster of extermination, and there was nothing to repay, so we decided to ...... after deliberation."

Speaking of this, he stopped and stretched out his hand to Nuotie, who handed him the long sword he was holding in his arms. Ze Bran took the long sword, stroked it, and then handed it to Li Changfeng, and solemnly continued:

“...... I will give you this 'Golden Black Sword' kept by my tribe to repay your great kindness!"

Li Changfeng was suddenly moved, took the sword and said lightly:

"Golden Black Sword!"

Stretching out his hand with a little force, he pulled out the sword and looked closely: unlike the usual broadsword, this is the style of a sword, two fingers wide and narrow, almost a meter long, and the whole body is dark gold, so dark color, but the surface of the sword body is glowing with a layer of faint light. After a slight shake, there seems to be a strange bright spot circulating back and forth at the edge of the sword, giving people an unusually sharp feeling.

"Good sword!" After admiring it for a while, Li Changfeng sighed, then put the sword back into its sheath, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Zebulan and said:

"This is the heirloom of the Qituo Department, I can't accept such a valuable gift. ”

Zebulan says:

"If there is no Li Tute, where is there any Qituo Department, compared to your great grace, a sword is nothing. Take it, only a hero like Tut is worthy of this sword, and if you put it here in my clan, it will only bury it!"

Li Changfeng pondered for a long time and said:

"In this case, the sand camels, horses, and other belongings I brought with me will be given to your tribe, so let's exchange gifts. ”

Ze Bran smiled and bowed, did not refuse, and said:

"It's just right that our department is going to migrate, and we need a lot of animal power, thanks to Li Tute for the gift. ”

Neither of them was overly polite, but they both felt the sincerity that only true friends can have.

Li Changfeng asked with concern:

"Will this migration cause great losses to the tribe?"

Ze Bran's smile retracted, and he said with a gloomy expression:

"Migration is a contest of life and death for the tribe, and it is precisely for this reason that the Qituo tribe has been struggling to survive in this place surrounded by sand thieves and is unwilling to move away. ”

Li Changfeng sighed:

"It's a pity that my strength is limited and I can't kill these heinous sand thieves. ”

Zebulan says:

"Tute has done enough for us, to be able to make a friend of Li Tute, it is the heavens that are bless my Qituo Department, Tute rest assured, we will live well until the day when the sand thieves are destroyed!"

After sighing for a while, Li Changfeng finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask, and said:

"Great Elder, have you heard of the place 'Ascension Immortal Gate' or anything related to it?"

Zebran pondered for a moment, then replied:

"I haven't heard of the Ascending Immortal Gate, but since the word 'immortal' is mentioned, I think it is related to immortals. I've heard the older generation of the clan mention that deep in the heart of the desert, in the Tempest Canyon, there is a legend of immortals. Exactly how it is, I am not a mortal who can understand. ”

Li Changfeng whispered thoughtfully:

"Tempest Canyon?"

After thinking about it carefully, Grisanna also mentioned that this is the place where the golden black iron is produced.