After arriving at the place where the sword was buried, Yang Xuan tapped his toes, and the soil instantly opened up, and pieces of dark metal were exposed from under the soil.

"Dugu Qiubai is dead, and the gifts I gave him that day are useless. Feng Qingyang, these things belong to you." Yang Xuan pointed to the metal ingot lying in the soil and said.

Feng Qingyang had no doubt that he was there. What Yang Xuan said didn't sound good, but every time he said it, it was true or very accurate.

I just picked up two metal ingots and heard a "stuck" sound.

"Oh, my old waist." Feng Qingyang felt as if he was electrocuted. He threw away the things in his hands and tightly covered his waist.

Yang Xuan was shocked and immediately went to check him. After all, he was over seventy. This is no joke. Seventy years of life have been rare since ancient times. In ancient times, due to wars, sanitation, and medical problems, the average life span was not high. Analyzes by scientists

A large part of it is caused by the high neonatal mortality rate. Under the average age, if all problems are put aside, the average life expectancy can be at least more than 50 years old.

But Feng Qingyang is already over 70 years old. Considering how early she got married, even four or five generations living under the same roof is not an exaggeration.

Yang Xuan was so angry that he immediately started massaging Feng Qingyang's old waist.

"Ahhhhhh~~~~It hurts, it hurts!"

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

"Look, what I'm talking about is that today's martial arts people don't pay attention to physical strength training and internal strength cultivation at all. They hold weapons one by one as if they are very stupid. In fact, they are just a group of soft-footed shrimps. You Fengqing

How much strength would Yang have left without the sword? Do you really think you can fight with the sword with your sword fingers? I have to take off those two hands of yours."

"Oh, stop preaching. What on earth is this? Why is it so heavy?"

"Shen? This is Xuan Tie, I plan to give it to you..."

"What? Xuantie?"

With a "swish" sound, Feng Qingyang instantly flew into the pit. He gathered his whole life's skills and began to move the black iron up piece by piece. Mud was everywhere on his body, even on his face, but this did not affect Feng Qing.

Yang's enthusiasm.

Yang Xuan looked at Feng Qingyang who looked like a clay monkey in surprise and said, "You are exaggerating."

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This is a treasure. Adding a little black iron to any weapon can become a magical weapon. Hahaha, I can finally make a perfect sword." Feng Qingyang seemed to see the expression of the peerless beauty at this time.

"Hey, do you want me to help you? I can't crush you to death with you holding it like this. If the world knows that Feng Qingyang faked his death back then and was crushed to death by a few pieces of iron later, hahaha, this news is absolutely shocking, don't

It seems that Shaolin has a good relationship with you, but if you really die, they will definitely sing the rebirth mantra to you with a smile in front of the Buddha, after all, you belong to Huashan."

Feng Qingyang shook his head violently, "Let me hold you for a while. I have never seen real black iron in my life. I didn't expect to see so much when it was half buried in the ground. This thing is worth two."

, one tael is worth more than a thousand gold."

Seeing Feng Qingyang's old arms and legs holding a few pieces of dark iron tremblingly, Yang Xuan really couldn't stand it and put all the dark iron into the storage space with a wave of his hand.

"Ah~~~my waist~~~!" Feng Qingyang cried out in pain.

After another heart-wrenching massage, Feng Qingyang pulled Yang Xuan with a strong light in his eyes: "Yang Xuan, you gave me all these black irons, right?"

"Yes."

"Hahahahahaha, you can't go back on your word. Now I can finally draw a sword made entirely of black iron."

Yang Xuanchao and Feng Qingyang glanced at each other and said, "Can you handle it?"

This sentence made Feng Qingyang's expression stiffen, and his whole person seemed to be plunged into endless darkness: God, why is my skill so poor?

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

Yang Xuan smiled brightly and handed him the secret book he had prepared. "This is the innate skill. Practice it well and I will help you."

Feng Qingyang felt that her nose was a little sore for the first time.

"Let's go."

Yang Xuan waved his hand, and the space passage appeared. The three of them returned to the back of Siguo Cliff in Huashan Mountain. This was a kennel with a clear breeze. Even though he was dressed in elegant clothes, he was quite good-looking. His beard and hair were all white, and he looked ethereal.

He looks like an immortal, but he is still a human being. There are pots and pans everywhere in the cave, and even the masters need to eat.

When he saw a stove, Yang Xuan was so surprised: "Old man Feng, you, you didn't tell me that it was charcoal, right?"

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Feng Qingyang hummed a little tune and kept stuffing the black iron that Yang Xuan took out under his bed. "Of course I use charcoal. It's very convenient. It's very cold here in winter."

.........Yang Xuan sighed, this old guy is really not afraid of death, his internal strength is so poor, he is planning to commit suicide by burning charcoal.

At this time, Yang Xuan's ears twitched, and the sound of swords clashing came from nearby. He looked at the scene inside the cave again. It was really dirty and messy. He used to be dirty and messy when he was an otaku, but this kind of

The thing is, there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and every mountain is as high as the other. Yang Xuan admires Feng Qingyang very much.

"I'm going to go outside for a walk. Do you want to go? I heard the sound of fighting at Siguo Cliff."

"I don't want to go, I have to practice quickly and try to hold the Black Iron Sword." Feng Qingyang was focused on practicing. At this time, he no longer cared about the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect.

No matter what level of practice sword practitioners reach, they will always have an absolute obsession with swords, just like a racing driver's obsession with top-level traffic jams.

Yang Xuan threw down a bottle of pills and warned, "Take three pills before practicing, and you will get twice the result with half the effort."

"I know, it's long-winded."

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

After arriving at Siguo Cliff, I actually saw all the Huashan disciples practicing their swordsmanship in the stone room opened by the ten elders of the Demon Sect.

Yang Xuan listened attentively and immediately came to the path leading to Siguo Cliff. He saw a beautiful woman walking up with a basket. She only saw a touch of paleness at the corner of her eyebrows, which showed that she had not been having a good time during this period.

"Beauty, I see that your face is pale and your body is dark. I'll tell you with my fingers that you've been having a very bad life recently."

The sudden sound startled Ning Zhongze, who was thinking about something. He instinctively threw away the basket and stabbed Yang Xuan with his sword.

Yang Xuan did not dodge and allowed the sword to stab him, but he also did not forget to catch the thrown basket.

When Ning Zhongze saw Yang Xuan, he had already stopped and said, "Ah~~~!"

She was so scared that she closed her eyes.

"Ah~~~" Yang Xuan's face was pale and he covered his stomach and collapsed on the ground, his face was like gold paper. Ning Zhong hugged Yang Xuan in panic, "Why, why is it you?"
Chapter completed!