Running out of the hole, the two of them fell to the ground exhausted and rested for a while.

Suddenly, a cold sword stood in front of them.

"Could it be that this is just leaving the tiger's cave and falling into the wolf's den?" thought to the two of them.

They raised their heads, only to see a middle-aged man in a blue robe, with a Dali royal sword in his hand, looking at them with a grim expression...... These two characteristics are enough to explain his origin and origin. It can be said that the big forehead and flat nose can almost be called the face patent of Dali people. In addition to this, he has a swarthy face and bulging lips, his eyes have the alertness and prudence of a leopard's eyes, and his figure fully represents the merits of the Dali people, strong but short. Not only that, but he doesn't have a beard, so he looks like he's only in his fifties.

The two of them stood up wordlessly, and their expressions at that time were like naughty children, caught red-handed by their elders and doing forbidden things. The two looked at each other and threw a look at each other.

After that, Wu Shuang kindly looked at the middle-aged man who was blocking the way with a horizontal sword on the opposite side and said, "Senior, long admiration, long admiration! dare to ask if this path can go to the top of the divine sword?"

"I didn't ...... No, no...... That's right. The other party replied calmly, as if he had just said something that he had not said. Because, he gives people the feeling of a realistic sculpture. I'm sorry too, and he's still a little stammering!

Wushuang looked back in surprise, he looked at Wang Biao, that kind of look seemed to say, "Hey! this master is still a little stammering!" But in fact he didn't speak.

However, among human beings, there is a kind of eye that conveys language. Therefore, Wang Biao also nodded silently, comprehending what the other party said to him with his eyes.

"Ahem, ahem!" Wu Shuangxian cleared his throat, as if he had made some preparations, he said, "Senior, you are so familiar, I seem to have seen you somewhere." He clearly wanted to get close to the other party.

You know, a person with a stutter, like a person with weak legs, is reluctant to expose his flaws too much in front of strangers.

Therefore, the middle-aged man did not speak this time, he just shook his head and denied Wu Shuang's words.

Seeing this, Wang Biao suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud. Although he hurriedly turned his head, he still did not escape the sharp eyes of the middle-aged man.

"Laugh...... Laugh...... Laugh at it!" the middle-aged man said angrily.

In fact, in this world, the story of the same plot is repeated every day, and that is the matter of "the speaker has no intention of listening, and the listener has a heart". You must know that Wang Biao laughed just now because Wu Shuang ate the closed-door soup, but his laughter angered the middle-aged man again.

So Wu Shuang replied to Wang Biao's stunned expression with sympathetic eyes, he was very smart, he had learned the lesson of smiling in front of a stuttering person, so he didn't speak now, and he shook his head at Wang Biao like a middle-aged man.

And Wang Biao seemed to be a self-doubter at that moment, his eyes wandered from Wu Shuang's face full of mysterious expressions to the solemn and indignant expression on the middle-aged man's face. In the end, he had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and say nothing, allowing his innocent expression to look at his faithful toes without moving.

However, he was still not to be outdone, and said, "Senior, you mean, can't we go over?" he said as he slowly raised his head and stared at the middle-aged man opposite.

I saw him and nodded.

Therefore, Wang Biao and Wu Shuang looked at each other again.

After that, Wu Shuang turned his head and asked him humbly: "Dare to ask, the seniors have a big name?" At the same time, he bowed to him.

The middle-aged man asked, and this time, he seemed to blurt out proudly: "Dada, Dali, Sword and Sword Saint, Ho Ho Ho Huo Daoyang!"

"Then how can we go to the 'top of the divine sword'?" Wang Biao suddenly took over the conversation solemnly and asked.

"Follow me!" Huo Daoyang beckoned. So, he turned around and walked forward.

The two looked at each other again, nodded and exchanged glances, and then followed Huo Daoyang.

The path makes a sharp turn to the right along the rock wall, and then it opens up to a rocky forest in front of it, and a wide gravel path in the middle that leads to the bottom of the stone steps of the front row of buildings.

They stepped up the white stone staircase, and after ascending the triple stone steps, they came to the corridor of a large hall paved with vermilion floor tiles, and they saw that above the vermilion main gate of the main hall, which was closed, hung a solemn plaque, on which were written four majestic seal characters, "The Top of the Divine Sword".

Huo Daoyang did not push open the door of the hall, but turned right along the corridor of the main hall, and walked until the end of the corridor, at the end of the corridor, the two of them found that there was a row of wooden stairs against the gable wall of the main hall going deep into the basement of the main hall.

The two glanced at each other again and exchanged an alert look again, but neither of them hesitated and followed Huo Daoyang's steps.

They turned into the basement of the main hall, and in a dark, damp corridor, they saw two oil lamps on the walls at a height of one person every ten paces, and the dim light in the corridor came from these two rows of oil lamps. This corridor seems to be very long, giving people a bottomless panic. However, from time to time, a small aisle with the same oil lamp appeared on either side of him.

They just followed, leaving the little aisles behind. At this time, they also noticed some subtle changes in each other. I saw Huo Daoyang walking and walking, his expression became more and more excited, and his steps seemed to be a little impatient and hurried. That kind of look is obviously something that only people with joy can have.

Suddenly, he led the two of them into an aisle on the left, and after passing through seven or eight more scarlet doors, he suddenly stopped excitedly outside the same scarlet door. And, he said excitedly, "It's time to come!" He pulled a key from the cuff of his left hand holding his sword to open the door.

At this time, Wu Shuang and the others saw a sign embedded in the vermilion single door, which read the slogan "Creation Studio".

The door opened, and there was no light inside, only darkness, so Huo Daoyang told the two of them: "You, you, you wait a little while, I, I, I, go and light the lamp!" As he spoke, he left Wu Shuang and the others outside, and walked in to light the lamp by himself.

At this time, the two whispered a few words.

"Guess what he brought us here for?"

"Get me anti-inflammatory medicine!" Wang Biao said, pointing to the wound on his arm.

"And will he also give us something to fill us with?"

"I think it's very likely. ”

"Come in!" Huo Daoyang's voice suddenly came from the aisle.

So the two of them went into the room in high spirits, and when they looked at it, they hardly scared them to death on the spot!