Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2790 Contradictions
Hearing the mocking sound from behind, Mo Xian was a little startled, that person was able to detect his passing by, and his perception was quite keen.

But the truth is sometimes only in the hands of a small number of people, and this is the case now, no one believes him at all.

Otherwise, it might not be so easy for him to continue searching for the location of the power furnace.

After quietly leaving, Mo Xian immediately rushed to the second location.

Naturally, it was not easy along the way, but fortunately, there were no dangers.

The second location is relatively secluded, with vague energy fluctuations wandering in the air.

After bypassing a few guards, Mo Xian came to the door of a basement.

No matter from which aspect, this place is more like the place where the power furnace is located.

However, with the lessons learned from the past, Mo Xian is not so optimistic.

He checked the basement door carefully with his spiritual sense, but there was no one inside, so he should be able to enter easily.

But just as he was about to go in, his brows suddenly frowned, and then he dodged into a corner beside him.

Just now, he noticed that someone was checking the room he was in.

The room is just a phantom, if someone finds out, he probably won't have a chance.

There are a total of several spiritual senses in the investigation, all of which are very strong, and they still conduct investigations back and forth.

But in the end, they didn't seem to find anything wrong.

Mo Xian didn't move around. If someone went in to check directly, they might see it through.

He had to hit the energy and make the phantom more real, so he had to let it go first.

After waiting for a while, no one came into the house to check.

It seemed that Helen Zhe just wanted to put him aside, and seemed to test his patience on purpose.

"Ha ha……"

Mo Xian sneered in his heart, he didn't care anyway, when the boat was blown up, even if Helen Zhe's family had a big business, he would feel distressed.

After waiting for a while, no one checked Mo Xian's house anymore.

Only then did Mo Xian feel relieved, and prepared to go into the basement to check it out.

He has been here for a while, but the door to the basement is always closed and no one comes in or out.

He opened the basement door a crack, then quickly got in, closed the door almost at the same time, and then quickly dodged towards the dark place next to him.

Sure enough, there was no one inside the door, it was extremely quiet and quite dark.

Mo Xian searched along the source of the energy fluctuations, only to feel that the temperature was getting higher and higher.

Soon, he heard a familiar knocking sound.

It is clear that someone is forging something here.

"Isn't it!" Mo Xian frowned slightly, this place seemed to be specially used for forging by blacksmiths.

As a blacksmith, he was very curious about what the blacksmiths here were forging.

So, he touched it in quietly, and the knocking sound became more and more clear.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to Mojia Village, practicing, eating and even sleeping with similar sounds every day.

This blacksmith might have a weird temper, so there was no one here, and it was easy for Mo Xian to slip in.

Not long after, Mo Xian saw the bright and familiar flame.

But it was a very strong old man who was concentrating on tempering a piece of red metal in front of the forge.

Mo Xian could tell at a glance that this piece of metal was just ordinary iron. Although it had been tempered for a long time, it was still very ordinary, and basically had no relationship with Lingbao.

But he knows that if the strength is enough, even the second-hand material may be forged into a powerful spirit treasure.

For some reason, the old man was the one who forged this piece of ordinary iron tirelessly, until the iron piece was completely turned into waste.

Mo Xian admired the old man for being able to forge a piece of ordinary iron like this. Ordinary blacksmiths feel that their eyes are polluted even by looking at such a material, so how can they put down their bodies to forge.

"Why, why can't I succeed!" The old man sighed, and picked up a dark rag beside him to wipe the sweat from his head.

Mo Xian shook his head with a half-smile, turned around and prepared to leave.

Although he didn't achieve his goal, this time it was a worthwhile trip, allowing him to meet an old man with unique insights in forging.

If there is a chance, he would like to discuss it with the old man.

"Why, you left after watching it for so long?"

As soon as he turned around, Mo Xian heard the old man's vigorous voice.

He was slightly startled, and cursed himself for being too careless. If it was a blacksmith with a strong spiritual sense, how could he not be aware of his existence.

"Senior, excuse me." Mo Xian cupped his hands and said.

"Huh, a little doll?" The old man also turned around at this time, his old face was flushed from being scorched by the flames all year round.

"Uh..." Mo Xian was a little speechless. His current state is not completely useless, at least it will make people relax their vigilance naturally.

"The old man saw that you read carefully just now, could it be that you, a little doll, can really understand it?" said the old man.

"I probably understand!" Mo Xian nodded.

"Really, then tell me, what did the old man forge just now?" The old man said with great interest: "If you tell me, I will let you go, but if you can't tell, the old man will throw you away." Put it into this oven and roast it, you have such a thin skin and tender meat, it should taste good."

When speaking, the corner of the old man's mouth had a hint of playfulness, as if he had become more playful.

"Hehe, old man, do you really treat me like a child and bluff me in this way." Mo Xian said with a smile, because the old man does not respect the old, so he is not so polite.

"Interesting, you are indeed different from ordinary children." The old man was taken aback. If ordinary children heard what he said, it would be strange if they didn't start crying, but Mo Xian dared to refute.

"Didn't you ask me? If you invite me in, I might tell you." Mo Xian smiled.

"My little friend, please!" The old man was unambiguous, and immediately made a gesture of please.

Mo Xian strolled in and looked around. There were various spiritual treasures hanging on the walls, but they were all half-finished products.

"If you can't explain why, I'll really roast you!" Sensing Mo Xian's scrutiny, the old man was slightly startled, and the first impression Mo Xian gave him was professionalism.

He scratched his messy hair, dismissed the strange feeling in his heart, and waited quietly for Mo Xian to speak.

"What you forged just now is a piece of trash..." Mo Xian said suddenly.

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly, and Mo Xian's answer didn't seem to satisfy him.

"But it may be the best material in the world." Mo Xian continued.

"Oh, how do you say it?" The old man was taken aback, obviously interested in Mo Xian's seemingly contradictory words.

(End of this chapter)