If it weren't for the fear of burning the things in the house, Fang Yi even wanted to ignite some dead branches and throw them in, because under the high temperature, many toxins cannot survive.

"Brother, I said it's almost done?"

After waiting for more than half an hour, Peng Bin, who was walking back and forth at the door, finally couldn't help it. He just lit a dead branch and looked into the house, and found that there seemed to be some objects on the ground like weapons. This made Peng Bin extremely excited. If it weren't for being pulled by Fang Yi, Peng Bin would have rushed in long ago.

"Brother, it's best to hold your breath when you go in." Fang Yi nodded. Although there are no windows in the stone door, the air will still circulate after the stone door is opened. Now the chance of danger in entering is much smaller.

"Grandma, it's a damn bird that is facing the sky. Can we go out alive? Or maybe we'll talk about it..." Peng Bin muttered, and entered the stone house with a torch. Fang Yi was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he hurriedly followed him in.

After trying to breathe, Fang Yi found that the air was very dry and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, because only in a humid and cold place can bacteria and toxins be nourished. Although this place has been closed for many years, it is different from the tomb environment. Fang Yi himself was worried about it.

"Brother, now it's developed..." Peng Bin, who was walking in front of Fang Yi, suddenly let out a surprise shout. Because Peng Bin's body blocked his view, Fang Yi could not see the situation inside the house.

"This...this room is full of weapons?"

Fang Yi moved his body away and looked around. He saw a huge stone house lined up with rounds of weapons racks, and the weapons racks were filled with various cold weapons. Under the reflection of the fire, some weapons emitted a sharp luster, which made the two of them dazzled.

"Haha, I finally came across a complete thing!"

Peng Bin laughed wildly. After entering this space for so long, almost everything he found was damaged. At the moment, these weapons that looked very regular immediately made Peng Bin ecstatic.

While talking, Peng Bin took a step forward, handed the torch in his right hand to his left hand and then grabbed a sword with a sharp blade that looked more than two meters long and had a handle of nearly one meter. Due to his size, Peng Bin has always loved such powerful weapons.

Previously, Peng Bin, Fang Yi and others also found some broken iron tools in this space. Although many of them turned into dregs, the mass of those dregs was heavier than the metal outside. So after grabbing the long knife, Peng Bin used half of his strength to pick up the long knife from the rack.

However, what Peng Bin didn't expect was that as soon as he exerted force on his hand, the hilt that was very real that he had grabbed was silently destroyed in his palm. He used all his strength to hold the empty hand in his right hand. The force that could not be vented immediately led Peng Bin's body to turn on the spot.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Fang Yi, who was standing beside Peng Bin, pressed his shoulder. When Fang Yi saw the long knife that had lost its handle, he couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that although this stone house did not produce toxins like a tomb, the harm caused by the passage of time to objects was exactly the same.

Almost at the same time, the rows of wooden weapon stands in the stone house quietly turned into powder debris.

A crisp sound sounded, and the rows of weapons fell to the ground. The sharp blades that seemed very bright under the fire became dull at this moment. After falling on the ground, they were almost all broken into several sections.

"Why...how is this happening? I...my baby!" Seeing this scene, Peng Bin widened his eyes, with a crying expression on his face, and his emotions suddenly became depressed from extreme joy and excitement.

"Brother, can you still call something that can be wiped out by time?"

Fang Yi disagreed with what was happening in front of him. In his opinion, since he entered this space, only the chain at the bottom of the riverbed could be called a treasure. Even the fish bones have turned into fossils, but the chain is still extremely strong and has not been affected by the years at all.

"That's right, alas, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!" Peng Bin sighed helplessly when he heard this, and squatted down with a torch with some unwillingness to get rid of the weapons that fell to the ground.

These weapons are of various types and shapes, far beyond the so-called eighteen weapons outside. Some are similar to swords, guns, swords and axes, while others are something that Fang Yi and Peng Bin have never seen before. However, after the weapons were scattered, all of these weapons fell to the ground, and it is impossible to tell the difference now.

"Is there anything like animal skin books?"

At this time, Long Wanda, who was staying outside, also walked in. Looking at the messy house, he couldn't help but shake his head. Long Wanda was not very interested in these cold weapons, but hoped to find some practice techniques.

"No..." Peng Bin replied angrily: "Even if there is one, you can't understand it. Even these metals have been corroded. Do you think those animal skins can be preserved?"

"Okay, I said the wrong thing."

Hearing Peng Bin's words, Long Wanda couldn't help but smile bitterly. He also understood that his thoughts were indeed a luxury. In this space completely isolated from the outside world, it seemed that except for the rocks that can exist forever, all other objects seemed to have been hurt by the passage of time.

"Let's go, go to that room and take a look..."

Peng Bin kicked several weapons in front of him and turned around and walked outside. There were two parallel stone houses in this yard. This stone house should be the weapon room of the past, and the other room might be the place where the martial arts are placed.

Although he knew that the hope was slim, Peng Bin still opened the stone house according to the method Fang Yi used before. The facts really disappointed him. The stone house was still filled with weapons. After Peng Bin came in, it also turned into a pile of metal scum.

After Peng Bin left this stone house, he found that Fang Yi was still in the first stone house. He couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Brother, what are you still doing in the house? Let's go to the last time you go into the yard and take a look..."

"Brother, you go first, I'll stay for a while to see if I can find out the age of these things..."

Fang Yi's voice came from the stone house. Out of the instinct of learning archaeological knowledge, Fang Yi wanted to identify the material of these metal weapons. Before today, they had never discovered so many metals, so Fang Yi did not have such an opportunity.

To verify their age, Fang Yi said casually. Although he had the ability to be similar to supernatural powers, Fang Yi could only get one information after using objects in this space, that is, it was long-lasting. As for how long it was, Fang Yi's supernatural powers could not be parsed out.

"What's so good about a pile of ragged iron..."

Peng Bin muttered, but he didn't insist on calling Fang Yi out. After searching in this space for so many days, the three of them had long been used to the division of labor and searching for each. Even Peng Bin is not very wary of Long Wanda and Peng Bin now.

"These broken iron can be regarded as treasures to the outside world!"

Fang Yi took a look left and right, inserted the torch in his hand into a hole more than two meters high on the wall. The stone house suddenly became much brighter. After squatting down, Fang Yi picked up the long knife that had originally broken and looked at it.

Although the material of the long knife is metal, it is obviously of poor quality. When it first fell to the ground, it was broken into three pieces and was held in Fang Yi's hand. With just a little force, the blade body became rusty within a few minutes, and simply turned into some iron sand-like debris and fell from Fang Yi's palm to the ground.

"This material is not as good as some metals outside..."

Fang Yi looked at the powder in his palm speechlessly. It is true that metal will corrode and rust, but at least metal is also a mineral. It is logical that the density is larger than that of stone, but in this space, the stone is better preserved than metal.

"Does the characteristics of this space determine that metal is more difficult to preserve?"

Fang Yi had an idea in his mind, but in the subject of archaeology, he became a monk halfway through and did not have any instruments to detect and analyze air quality. This idea was just thinking about it in his mind.

Fang Yi, who was a little unwilling to give up, simply took every corrosive and shattered weapon in his hand. The method of checking these weapons was very simple. If the weapon was not pinched into powdered particles by him, it means that the material of the weapon would be better.

With Fang Yi's current cultivation level, the strength in his hands is also very amazing. It seems that he pinched his hands or clenched his fists at his palm, and the power was more than 100 kilograms. Under the crushing of this force, almost all the weapons he handled turned into powder. Seeing the metal powder on this ground, Fang Yi's face became increasingly ugly.

"Hmm? This broken sword is quite heavy!"

Fang Yi, who was almost numb, was repeating his movements mechanically. When he picked up a weapon that was broken into two pieces of sword blades, he felt his right hand sinking slightly. This broken sword, which seemed as thin as a cicada's wing, weighed 70 or 80 kilograms.

The consequence of repeating something is often that the movements in the hands should be faster than the thinking of the brain. When Fang Yi had this thought in his mind, he had already added some force to pinch the blade.

Like other weapons, the broken blade was also very fragile under Fang Yi's fingers, but when Fang Yi's two fingers were about to be rubbed together, Fang Yi felt a pain in his thumb and index finger. There seemed to be a sharp hard object between his fingers.

"What is this? It actually cut my hand?"

Looking at his fingers with the fire, Fang Yi suddenly discovered that his index finger and thumb had been cut by a hole about one centimeter long, and blood was gushing out. On Fang Yi's thumb, an object only four or five millimeters in size had already pierced into Peng Bin's flesh.

Seeing the wound on his hand, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a little surprised. You know, although he had never practiced kung fu such as the iron shirt and golden bell cover, and was not as domineering as the external martial arts, the Taoist martial arts that Fang Yi practiced were from the inside out. After practicing to the extreme, it was not as invulnerable to swords and guns, but it was difficult to be hurt by cold weapons.

Now Fang Yi's cultivation level is naturally not the ultimate, but after he instilled true energy on his finger, even a piece of steel would be pinched off by Fang Yi, let alone being injured. So when he looked at the wound on his hand, Fang Yi looked surprised.

He tapped several veins on his right hand with his left hand, and the blood that had been rushing out suddenly stopped. Fang Yi gently moved the finger of his thumb, and a pain that seemed to be pierced into the thorn, and the metal fragments were still pierced into the flesh.

"It's not rotten, but it's still very sharp and tough. What kind of substance is this?" Fang Yi was surprised in his heart and turned around and left the stone house. Fang Yi was afraid that he would lose it if he took out the thing from the house. After all, the debris in the room would really fall into it and couldn't even look for it.

Long Wangda and Peng Bin both went to the backyard. Fang Yi didn't greet them. He spread his left palm and pointed his thumb at the palm of his left palm. With a slight force, the muscles on the thumb suddenly tensed up and squeezed out the object stuck inside.

"This is not like the sharp blade of that sword..."

Looking at a thin piece of only a few millimeters in the left palm, Fang Yi guessed in his heart that the thin piece was black all over, not similar to the blade of the weapon, but it was extremely sharp. The two holes in Fang Yi's finger were right in front of him.

"How sharp is this thing?"

Fang Yi suddenly felt a move in his heart, took out the short blade made of meteorite, then clamped the thin piece with his fingernails, and scratched it on the plane of the short blade, without any sound of gold and iron fighting, but when Fang Yi looked at the scratch, his eyes showed a look of shock.

As the thin sheet passed, I saw a obviously concave scratch on the short blade made of meteorite. This was the second time Fang Yi got this short blade that could cut iron like mud and was damaged by external objects.

The first time was in the fossil riverbed. Fang Yi used a short blade to cut the chain, and a gap the size of a grain of rice was broken on the sharp blade. However, Fang Yi instilled true energy on the short blade. This time, he only scratched it casually, which shows how sharp the thin metal piece was.

"What would have happened if we could use the material of this metal piece to make a weapon?"

Looking at the piece of metal caught by the nails, Fang Yi suddenly became imaginative. For those who grew up in the mountains and practice Taoist kung fu, a handy cold weapon is worth far more than that of modern hot weapons.

"If there were enough special metals of this kind, could it be melted and made a weapon?" Fang Yi suddenly had an idea in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but feel hot. After carefully putting the metal piece away, he plunged into the stone house again.

This time, Fang Yi's movements became more and more careful. Any metal that was slightly larger was crushed by him with his palms infused with true energy. Among them, he also found some metals that could not be pinched into debris, which were put away by Fang Yizhen.

It was not easy to pinch all the metal utensils in the room into powder. Until Peng Bin and Long Wanda came back from the last yard without getting anything, Fang Yi only completed half of the workload.

"I said brother, are you doing archaeology or damaging?"
Chapter completed!