When he came to the place where the sword was buried, Yang Xuan''s toes were light, the soil opened in an instant, and pieces of dark metal came out from under the soil.


    "It''s dead to seek defeat alone. It''s useless to give him gifts that day. These things belong to you." Yang Xuan pointed to the metal ingot lying in the soil.


    Feng Qingyang doesn''t doubt him. What Yang Xuan said is not pleasant to hear, but what he said every time is true or very accurate.


    Just picked up two metal ingots, only heard a "card wipe".


    "Oh, my old waist." The wind was clear and the whole person was like an electric shock. He threw away the things in his hand and covered his waist.


    Yang Xuan was surprised and immediately went up to check it for him. After all, it was more than 70. This is no joke. Life was rare in 70 years. In ancient times, the average life expectancy was not high because of war, health and medical problems. According to the analysis of scientists, a large part of it was under the average age caused by high neonatal mortality. If all the problems were put aside, The average life expectancy is at least 50 years.


    However, he is in his 70s. According to the early marriage, it is not too much to have four generations and five generations together.


    Yang Xuan immediately massaged his old waist with Qi and blood.


    "Ah ah ah ah ah ~ ~ ~ it hurts!"


    "How old are you? Bear it." Yang Xuan said, rubbing hard.


    "Look, what did I say? People in Wulin don''t pay attention to physical strength training and internal skill cultivation. They seem to hang weapons one by one. In fact, they are a group of soft legged shrimps. How many layers of strength do you have without the sword? Do you really think you can fight with the sword with the sword finger? You have to unload your two hands."


    "Oh, don''t talk about teaching. What the hell is this? It''s so heavy."


    "Shen? This is xuantie. I''m going to give it to you......"


    "What? Xuantie?"


    With a "whoosh" sound, the wind suddenly flew into the pit, gathered his lifelong skills and began to carry the black iron piece by piece. He was covered with soil everywhere, even on his face, but this did not affect the wind''s enthusiasm.


    Yang Xuan looked surprised and said, "you''re exaggerating."


    "This is a treasure. Adding a little black iron to any weapon can become a powerful weapon. Hahaha, I can finally make a perfect sword." The wind is clear. At this time, I seem to see the expression of a peerless beauty.


    "Hey, do you want me to help you? You can''t kill you by holding it like this. If people all over the world know that Feng Qingyang pretended to die and was crushed to death by several pieces of iron, ha ha, this news is absolutely popular. Although Shaolin has a good relationship with you, if you really die, they will definitely sing the death mantra to you in front of the Buddha with a smile. After all, you belong to Huashan."


    Feng Qingyang shook his head violently. "Let me hold it for a while. I''ve never seen real black iron in my life. I didn''t expect to see so many when I buried half of the earth. This thing is calculated by two. It''s worth a thousand gold or two."


    Looking at the trembling appearance of a few pieces of black iron held by the old arms and legs, Yang Xuan really couldn''t see it. With a wave of his hand, he put all the black iron into the storage space.


    "Ah ~ ~ ~ my waist ~ ~!" The wind was clear, and there was a cry of pain.


    After another ghost crying and Howling massage, the breeze pulled Yang Xuan and burst out a strong light in his eyes. "Yang Xuan, I have all these black iron, haven''t I?"


    "Yes."


    "Ha ha, you can''t go back. Now I can finally play a sword made of black iron."


    Yang xuanchao glanced and said, "can you take it?"


    This sentence made Feng Qingyang''s expression stiff, and the whole person seemed to fall into endless darkness: God, why is my skill so poor.


    At this time, a big hand pierced the darkness, pulled the wind out and patted him on the shoulder. "Isn''t there me?"


    Yang Xuan smiled brightly and handed him the prepared script "this is innate skill. Practice hard and I will help you."


    The wind is clear and the nose is a little sour for the first time.


    "Let''s go."


    As soon as Yang Xuan waved his hand, the space passage appeared. The three returned to the back of Siguo cliff in Huashan. This is a breezy dog kennel. Although others are dressed elegantly, they are good-looking and have white hair and hair. They look like ethereal immortals, but they are still human. There are pots and pans everywhere in the cave. Jianghu experts also want to eat.


    When he saw a stove, Yang Xuan was surprised. "Old man Feng, you, you won''t tell me it''s charcoal."


    Feng Qingyang hummed a minor and constantly stuffed the black iron taken out by Yang Xuan under his bed. "Of course, it''s convenient to use charcoal. It''s very cold here in winter."


    ............ Yang Xuan sighed. He''s really not afraid of death. His internal skills are so poor. He''s going to burn charcoal to commit suicide.


    At this time, Yang Xuan''s ears moved. There were bursts of swords and swords nearby. He looked at the scene in the cave. It was very dirty and messy. He used to be a Houseman. But this kind of thing is really that there are people outside, there are days outside, and there are mountains high. Yang Xuan also admires the breeze.


    "I''ll go outside. Can you go or not? I heard the sound of fighting on Siguo cliff."


    "If I don''t go, I''ll practice martial arts quickly so that I can hold the dark iron sword." Feng Qingyang devoted himself to practicing martial arts. At this time, he had not paid attention to the sword sect and Qi sect.


    People who practice swords, no matter what level they reach, always have an absolute obsession with swords, just like a racing driver''s obsession with top traffic jams.


    Yang Xuan threw down a bottle of pills and told him, "take three pills before practice to ensure twice the result with half the effort."


    "Know how to pull, wordy."


    Yang Xuan''s face was flat. After thinking about it, he sighed and walked outside.


    When I came to Siguo cliff, I saw that all Huashan disciples were practicing swordsmanship in the stone chamber opened up by the top ten elders of the demon sect.


    Yang Xuan listened and immediately came to the path of Siguo cliff. A beautiful woman came up with a basket. She just saw a pale at the corner of her eyebrows. It was obvious that she had not been well during this period of time.


    "Beauty, you look pale and your impression hall is black. I pinch my fingers. You''ve been having a bad time recently."


    The sudden voice startled Ning Zhongze who wanted to worry, instinctively threw away the basket and stabbed Yang Xuan with a sword.


    Yang Xuan didn''t avoid being stabbed by the long sword and didn''t forget to catch the basket thrown out.


    When Ning Zhongze saw Yang Xuan, it had already ended less than "ah ~ ~!"


    Scared, she closed her eyes.


    "Ah ~ ~ ~" Yang Xuan''s face was pale and covered his stomach. He was paralyzed on the ground. His face was like gold paper. Ning Zhongze hugged Yang Xuan in a panic. "How, how are you?"


    Yang Xuan covered his wound and said, "I, I miss you so much. I want to surprise you."