Chapter 208

Who is it?Du Mufei held the note with one hand and his eyes suddenly sank. She turned around and looked sharply at the small hole in the window that was shot through by a dart. Outside the hole was pitch black and silent.

Ding Mobai stood up quietly, slowly opened the window and looked outside for a few times, then turned around and shook his head, not to mention who was outside, there was no ghost.

If you understand the terrain on Qianjian Peak so well and have such a body technique, you are definitely not an ordinary person.Jiang Zhi's face was also filled with surprise. If he had to talk about his body skills, no one present could compete with him.

But the person outside just now came to the place silently, and it was under his nose.Such a person is a friend, if he is an enemy...

Several people looked at each other tacitly, and Du Mufei loosened the note in his hand and glanced carefully again. Inexplicably, she suddenly felt that the sloppy handwriting looked familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen it...

Seeing this, Ding Mobai frowned, turned around and took the topographic map on the desk.

Several people gathered together and looked at the map to compare the route given by the mysterious man.

Bai Shuang sat quietly aside, holding a cup of tea in his hand, quietly looking at the darkness outside the window, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

What's wrong with Sister Bai, what are you thinking about so fascinating?Seeing her appearance, Bai Ling couldn't help but sit next to her with some concern, reaching out to hold Bai Zhan's arm, with a slightly worried look on her face.

If Xiao Chi could come back, would Sister Bai return to her usual spirit?Little did he know that Bai Zizang not only met Shang Chi, but also slept...

Bai Shuang gently placed the teacup on the table after hearing this, looked down at Bai Ling's delicate face, and couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch it, and smiled: Nothing, I'm just thinking that such a day might be about to end.

???Bai Ling blinked in confusion, and then she patted her head.

Bai Zi stood up and walked out the window and slowly closed the window. He remembered the person he had been thinking about for a long time. He didn't know what Shang Chi was doing at this time...

Senkuhome a few days ago

For some reason, Qianjian Peak has seemed quite calm these days. The people of the Demon Sect have not gone down the mountain to cause trouble for a long time, and have never heard of anyone being captured by them.

Only then did the people who had been bullied for a long time could breathe a breath and go out of their homes to buy and sell some items that depend on for survival.

But only those who often travel around the world know that there is no place to go!

The fireworks on the back peak slowly curled up, almost covering the entire peak. The pool water used to be half empty, and there was no living thing inside. You could see things under the water through the slightly green waves.

In the dark mud, there was almost no decent piece of open space, but there were exactly the same broken swords and broken swords!At first glance, the cold light reflected from the weapons was filled with the waves, reflecting the water waves to capture people's minds!

If Shang Chi was here at this time, she would have been quite shocked. All the remaining swords in the pool were replicas of Linshuang. The sword body was slender and bright, and the water chestnuts were like the moon. If it was a crimson color, it would be exactly the same as Linshuang!

Someone got up and threw a freshly cast sword into the pond water to quench it. As soon as the red sword body entered the water, a thick stream of white vapor rose.

Zhao Junwan stood straight on the shore, staring at the sword body that turned from red to white in the water, not wanting to miss a slight change.

But not long after, a few broken patterns appeared in the water. After a moment, the sword body cracked silently, leaving only half of the sword tip inserted into the mud.

Did you fail again? She murmured to herself at the broken sword in the water.

Perhaps the records of ancestors were not all correct. Zhao Junwan held the booklet in her hand with red eyes, feeling a little anxious.

She has not done what she promised Yin Jinyi yet. If she continues to delay, Mo'er's life may be worrying.

Is it a problem with the materials?

But this...

Zhao Junwan walked to the edge of the pond, reached into the water and touched the break of a sword inside. The hand was smooth and there was no impurities.

All the materials are provided by the ghost mother. If there is any problem with the materials, she will definitely not let her use them.

Or is the problem lies in the way of creating tempering?Zhao Junwan stood up and walked towards the competition venue with confusion. The disciples of the Demon Cult on the road only looked up at her and stopped paying attention to her.

The furnace in the field was burning hot, and the materials were refined and red, almost melted. But at this time someone climbed onto the elevated stand, holding a long iron hook to hook one of the soil molds containing molten iron.

After a while, the man had not yet hooked the earth model below. The man was baked with heat and sweating profusely, his skin was swollen, and his eyes were dry and painful, but he did not dare to complain, for fear that he would be heard by the lackeys of the Demon Cult and lose his life.

The sound of dingdong forging was endless. The man was a little upset. As soon as he hooked the earth mold, he pulled it up hard. But who would have thought that the iron hook had been in contact with the furnace for too long and it became red and hot. The hemp rope was gradually scalded and it was instantly pressed on his palm. In the severe pain, the man subconsciously let go of his hand. The earth mold hanging with iron collapsed, smashing a spark and splashing on the man!

Ouch!The man screamed in pain and stood up in pain, but the center of gravity was unstable. Before he could react, he fell into the furnace...

As soon as Zhao Junwan arrived here, she heard heart-wrenching screams. Everyone who wrought iron heard the sounds and saw that the elevated tower above the furnace was empty, but the painful wailing inside did not stop.

What are you still standing there?Go and save people!

Someone shouted that he was the first to rush up, but after he got up, he was stunned. In addition to the red iron, not to mention the shadow of a human, even the bones were gone.

It's over, there's no one.

The iron-muggled shook his head and sighed. When he spoke, he deliberately looked at Zhao Junwan, as if he was silently condemning her for helping the evil, and then he swung his hammer and continued to beat the iron block.

It’s not that he is cruel, but who in this Demon Sect can think of going back alive?

Zhao Junwan pinched her hands tightly, her eyes widened, and her throat seemed to be blocked by something, which was unbearable. But when she thought of her child, she calmed down very quickly.

Come on, help me, these buckets of molten iron cannot be kept.

Several people worked together to lift all the molten iron inside. The buckets of molten iron were quite dark in color, so there was no need to think about what was added to it.

Zhao Junwan stared at the buckets of iron and looked complicated. Seeing that the buckets of iron and water were about to be poured out, she stopped her by a devil.