The Most Powerful Young Man

Close to the dark hole, they couldn't see anything, as if the magical powers of their night vision had been obscured.

Xu Kuangge held the painting fan and suddenly stopped.

Xiao Yao naturally noticed it too, and he turned his face and glanced.

"what's happenin?"

"The painting fan should not go in." Xu Kuangge whispered, "I'm afraid there is danger inside..."

Xu Kuangge's idea is very simple.

He was never afraid of death. Even if he was really afraid, he was afraid that after he died, no one would continue to protect the fan.

This may be the only thing Xu Kuangge will be afraid of in this life.

Xiao Yao thought for a while and said with a smile; "You are all outside, I will go in alone."

"I didn't mean that..." Xu Kuangge quickly explained.

Xiao Yao smiled and said: "I didn't mean that, don't think too much, just protect the painting fan, trust me."

Before Xu Kuangge could answer him, he had already entered the dark hole.

Below the feet, there are layers of steps.

After entering the hole, the eyes suddenly lit up.

Beside, a candlelight illuminates continuously, illuminating the way forward, and every candlelight is swaying slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at the feet, there were stone steps, spinning down.

"Tsk tsk, there are spiral stairs..." Xiao Yao was a little surprised.

He took a deep breath and continued to walk down.

Every step is very stable.

Although his instinct told him that it was very safe here, he still had to be vigilant.

Like Xu Kuangge, he was also full of curiosity about the human race back then, hoping to discover the secret of the human race's disappearance.

Such a powerful existence, how can it be said that it is gone, and it is gone...

After walking for almost half an hour, it is still in the spiral staircase.

He couldn't help being curious, could it be that this is a bottomless pit?

Or, what's the mystery in it?

After stopping, Xiao Yao thought about it for a while, and felt that he didn't notice the existence of any magic circle here.

In other words, this step is really that long...

Xiao Yao wanted to curse.

Was the human race so boring back then?

To build such a long step, are you panicking?

Although there are 10,000 MMP in his heart, he still resisted the idea of ​​vomiting at the moment and continued to explore.

Finally, stepped down the last step.

In front of me, there is a long and narrow passage.

It can only accommodate three people in parallel.

The walls are inlaid with night pearls, bright and dazzling, like dazzling stars.

Those Ye Mingzhu were arranged in a very strange way. Xiao Yao watched for a long time, but did not find any pattern. He simply gave up his previous thoughts and continued to explore forward. The blue light gave this long narrow passage. , Added a bit of silence.

As for where this passage leads to, Xiao Yao doesn't know.

Anyway, no matter where he leads, he feels that he has no reason to go back.

The footsteps became more and more determined.

In fact, thinking about it carefully, Xiao Yao still enjoys this feeling. There are unknown things waiting for him. It is indeed worth looking forward to.

For ordinary people, the unknown means fear, such as death, precisely because humans don’t know what will happen after death, whether it will really dissipate, or reincarnation, or waking up in another dimension, because of the unknown, so afraid , But Xiao Yao feels that sometimes the unknown is also a kind of hope, like a road, if you can really see the end at a glance, you may not want to go on, precisely because you don’t know what the scenery is in front of you and the terminal. You want to speed up and charge forward.

Passing through the long and narrow passage, Xiao Yao came to a huge square.

The square is circular, and the bluestone slabs with neat corners are padded together, and every gap is neat and tidy, and it looks very comfortable, although Xiao Yao does not have serious obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In the very center of the square, there is a cylindrical stove, still evaporating heat, so that the surrounding space looks a little distorted, as if a slap in the hand, the space will be fragmented.

Coming to the front, even Xiao Yao's current physical fitness felt hot.

There was no expression on his face except shock.

He was very curious about how long this stove has existed and why it still burns now.

He walked around to the other side, finally seeing the whole picture of the stove intact.

From the structure, shape, the bellows, the table, and the iron block below...

He took a breath.

This is a huge sword furnace!

"Sword furnace... there is a sword furnace here? And that piece of iron..."

Xiao Yao sat on the ground, the ground was still cold.

"Surely, let me build the sword myself?" Xiao Yao's brain was about to explode.

Xiao Yao knows a little bit about sword-making, but he is only limited to some fur. He is good at alchemy, but he really only knows the meaning of sword-making, and he doesn't know why.

He stretched out his hand and tried to pull the sub-box, the flame in the stove suddenly increased several times, blazing, and the heat wave rolled.

Xiao Yao subconsciously thought that he was already in the stove.

On the stove, some inscriptions are embossed.

"Sword Casting?" Xiao Yao squinted his eyes, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

This really made me build a sword...

Under the stove, there is also a hammer.

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand and picked up the hammer. It was a little laborious. It was still when he mobilized the power of Tai Chi in his body.

"Is this hammer weighing several thousand catties?" Xiao Yao muttered, already sweating.

He put down the hammer first, took off his clothes along the way, shirtless, and beads of sweat rolled on his back, reflecting the light of the fire.

The forehead is also covered with intensive sweat beads, soaking the hair and pressing it tightly on the head, like a tree root entrenched on the surface of the soil.

He stretched out his hands and picked up the hammer, thinking that it was a good weapon, but unfortunately he only knew the sword technique, not the hammer technique. Moreover, he always felt that he was a person who wanted to become a master. The masters were all white sword immortals and green shirt sword immortals. No matter how much silver spears and dragon head scimitars were filled with swords, they could all be seen.

Come on stage by yourself, carrying a hammer, is it fair to say?

Xiao Sledgehammer?

Xiao Yao shook his head and put this absurd idea out of his mind.

I also want to save face, okay!

The scrap iron was burnt red, and it fell down with a hammer, sparks splattered everywhere.

With another hammer hit, the sparks that hadn't dissipated before became dense again, and they were extraordinarily bright, like a red character. Under the light of the fire, Xiao Yao's face became extremely resolute.

Sweat ran down his face and chin onto the piece of red-hot iron, with an inaudible "surge", instantly evaporating, and even a wisp of smoke was invisible.

However, after smashing several hammers in succession, he did not reshape this scrap of iron.

Putting down the hammer in his hand, he frowned and thought.

From time to time, I raised my head and glanced at the inscription on the relief of the sword furnace, trying to find out some clues and explain the situation now encountered.

Wrong way to open?

Because I'm not called Xiao Sledgehammer?

A worker must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job well.

Before finding the point where the problem lies, no matter how many hammers are dropped, it doesn't make any sense. This is not to make an excuse for being lazy, let alone to find an excuse for not using the sledgehammer.

After a moment of contemplation, he gradually thought of some eyebrows.

So, he once again raised the sledgehammer and smashed it down.

Another burst of sparks flew everywhere, and the hot sparks fell on his skin. Xiao Yao didn't notice it, and was completely immersed in joy.

"It's really like this. When you wag the hammer, you have to inject the power of Tai Chi into your body." Xiao Yao took a deep breath.

This piece of scrap iron does not seem to be strange, but it hasn't changed the shape of the scrap iron when it hit it before. It can be seen that this piece of scrap iron is very unusual and requires Tai Chi power to forge it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao suddenly woke up.

What if you don't have the power of Tai Chi?

Isn't everything done here in vain?

He suddenly felt like he was being dragged by some force, leading his nose to walk.

He doesn't like this feeling.

No one likes to be a marionette.

He raised his head, glanced at it, and said nothing.

He continued to smash it down with a sledgehammer.

One hammer, another hammer, the hammer sound like spring thunder.

The meridians on Xiao Yao's body gradually bulged, like dragon veins on the plain.

As soon as the hammer fell, he felt that the sword heart in his body seemed to be firmer again.

This is a cast sword, in wrought iron.

In fact, he is also forging his own swordsmanship.

That strange piece of metal, under the hammer that Xiao Yao spurred by the power of Tai Chi, kept changing shape.

Casting swords and wrought iron is a very long affair.

One thousand hammers, ten thousand hammers, one hundred thousand hammers...

Xiao Yao is tireless, like a machine.

Finally, the sword embryo is first formed.

Xiao Yao's arm began to swell, and he finally realized that he was tired, put down the hammer in his hand, raised his head, and looked towards the narrow passageway, and finally noticed something unusual.

He didn't know how long he had stayed in this passage, but when calculated on average for the 100,000 hammers, each hammer would take about ten seconds, during which time there was still time to change the position of the iron block.

Calculating briefly, it seems that I have been here for more than ten days.

After such a long time, Xu Kuangge didn't worry, did he come down to find himself?

Or did they have some trouble?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yao walked towards the passage.

Unobstructed all the way, walked out of the hole.

"Huh? You came out so soon!" Xu Kuangge said in surprise.

Xiao Yao had a strange expression, but he had an answer in his heart.

As he thought...

The space where the sword furnace is located.

Time is forbidden...

If you want to forge a sword, you have to break the time there, the spring and autumn there?

In his heart, thinking.

"How long have I been in?"

"One hour." Xu Kuangge thought for a while.

It's time to walk the stairs by yourself.

Xiao Yao nodded: "I will come out again later, but there is no danger inside, you can also go in."

Xu Kuangge heard what Xiao Yao said, and didn't hesitate anymore. He followed Xiao Yao with his painting fan and electric tiger, and walked into the cave.

In the long and narrow passage, the painting fan told Xu Kuangge that the Ye Mingzhu on the wall was very beautiful, and Xu Kuangge smiled and said that he would help the painting fan pick the night pearls away.

After passing through the passage, turning around again, there was no one behind him.