The Dragon from Hell

Seeing the things in the sack, Nan Hexuan was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"

But before Qin Feng could respond, Old Ding, who was dozing on the recliner, stood up suddenly, almost jumping up from the recliner.

He stared at Qin Feng intently, as if he had smelled the scent in the bag: "Did you get it?"

Qin Feng bowed calmly: "The junior has lived up to the trust of the senior, and the things have been obtained."

Old Ding was no longer able to look at the things in the bag, but scanned Qin Feng up and down with the eyes of a monster, and even circled around him twice, as if he was looking at some rare items.

"You mean, you, an ordinary person, actually climbed to the top of the Sword Test Mountain and got the soil under the feet of the statue!?"

This time, not only Old Ding, but even Nan Hexuan turned his head and stared at Qin Feng: "Old Qin, you..."

He knew that Qin Feng had climbed to the top of the Sword Test Mountain, but he didn't expect that he actually got the soil under the feet of the statue.

Compared with the surprise of the two people, Qin Feng seemed much calmer: "Reply to the senior, the goods are genuine and the price is reasonable."

Of course the goods are genuine and the price is reasonable. Even before the bag was opened, Old Dingtou sensed an unusual breath.

Nan Hexuan didn't understand this breath, but Old Dingtou knew very well: this is not the power of this world!

The statue is an alien object, and it itself is not a thing of this world.

It is a product of the gods.

And it has stood on the Sword Test Mountain for a thousand years. Even if the soil under its feet was ordinary soil before, it has become an extraordinary thing now.

Old Dingtou understood that this unusual breath came from the power of the gods!

He didn't care how Qin Feng did it now. He squatted down and tremblingly opened the bag, which also attracted Nan Hexuan's attention.

The cloth bag was opened, and there was only a bag of black soil inside, which seemed ordinary.

But anyone who has been to the Sword Test Mountain can see that the color of the soil is exactly the same as that of the statue, and there are also some gold powder mixed in the black soil.

It is the presence of these gold powders that makes this bag of black soil extraordinary!

Old Dingtou stretched out his hand to touch the soil, but hesitated for a while, rubbed his hands on himself, and then touched it, as if he was afraid of dirtying his hands with the soil.

It looks like the opposite of Tiangang, but Old Dingtou is very cautious, and every move is afraid of leaking a drop of sand to the ground.

"Good, good!"

The turbid eyes of Old Dingtou suddenly lit up, and the hand holding the soil was shaking slightly.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to unfold after seeing the soil, and the whole person was excited.

"It is indeed the sacred soil!" Old Ding's voice was trembling, and the next moment he looked up at Qin Feng: "Tell me, what price do you want for these sacred soils?"

Qin Feng had been patiently waiting for Old Ding to finish the inspection, and then he spoke: "I wonder if what you said last time still counts?"

Old Ding naturally did not forget, but there was too much sacred soil in this bag, and it would not take so much to recast a goshawk.

But before he spoke, Qin Feng had already said: "As long as the senior can fulfill his promise last time, the remaining sacred soil will be a gift from the junior to you."

"Really?" Old Ding's expression flashed, and he was indescribably excited.

"Really!" Qin Feng looked determined.

"Okay, then don't waste time!" At that moment, Old Ding said to Nan Hexuan without saying a word: "Boy, give me your sword!"

Nan Hexuan was still immersed in the speculation of what these sacred soils were used for. He didn't expect the topic to jump to himself so quickly. He was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Old Ding was impatient. If he couldn't help Nan Hexuan reforge the sword, he would not have the face to ask for the remaining sacred soil: "Aren't you leaving tomorrow? Give me a day, I will help you reforge the long sword... Okay, don't talk too much, hurry up!"

After saying that, without waiting for Nan Hexuan to react, Old Ding had already reached out to grab the goshawk in his hand.

"Senior, be careful!"

Nan Hexuan was shocked to see Old Ding touching the goshawk with his bare hands.

After all, this sword recognizes its master, or to be more precise, it recognizes its own servants, and the Nan family are all its servants.

And after it personally selected the next generation of successors, others who want to touch it will be injured by it.

But Old Ding's movements were too fast. Nan Hexuan should have dodged it easily. He never thought that the sword was actually in Old Ding's hands, and it was intact!

Nan Hexuan was even more dumbfounded: "How is this possible?"

"Haha, it's just an evil sword. With the divine soil in hand, even if it is an evil sword spirit, I can make it a human again."After saying that, Old Ding had lost his patience and waved his hand at the two of them: "Alright, alright, I'm going to start the furnace. Time is tight and the task is heavy. You two young ones should not waste time here. Come to me at this time tomorrow to get the sword!"

After that, the two were driven out directly.

Until he came out of the blacksmith shop, Nan Hexuan was still looking at his empty hands, as if he couldn't understand why Old Ding could take his sword without any damage.

"Okay, don't think too much." Qin Feng crossed his arms, and saw his expression in his peripheral vision. He said calmly: "Since Senior Ding has promised to reforge the sword for you, you don't have to worry. Anyway, your family has sought countless methods for this sword for generations, and has been disappointed so many times, so it doesn't matter if it fails again. Even if that senior fails, there is no loss."

Nan Hexuan came back to his senses at this time, thinking about what happened just now, and looked at Qin Feng's face with emotion: "You mean, before going to the Sword Test Mountain, you promised that senior to help me get the sacred land?"

Nan Hexuan's emotions are very complicated now. He thought of the first time he met Qin Feng. Because he was just an ordinary person, his attitude towards Qin Feng was not friendly, and he was even very rude.

But after going through so much, Qin Feng saved his life again and again, and now he climbed to the top to get the sacred land for him.

Just for this favor, Nan Hexuan is afraid that he will never be able to repay it in his lifetime.

Seeing his moved expression, Qin Feng sneered: "Why, are you going to start learning from Gongsun Miao?"

Without waiting for Nan Hexuan to say anything, Qin Feng waved his hand: "Okay, we are all friends, don't be narcissistic, I went to the Sword Test Mountain to reach the top, and getting the sacred soil is just a convenience."

"Besides, I also want to see what the senior who only forged one sword can make a demonic sword look like!"