Han Yiming wanted to see how the alien iron looked, but he couldn't move.

Suddenly, his body was light and seemed to float upwards. Han Yiming looked down and saw a piece of pure white iron lying on the anvil below.

For the first time he saw the alien iron, he stared at it carefully. Wuming and bluestone also surrounded the alien iron and looked at it carefully.

Qingshi's hand was still raised above the iron, and blood dripped along his palm onto the iron.

The alien iron is pure white and flawless, and the blood dripped up and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Qingshi raised his hand and let the blood drip on, but no abnormalities were seen. After a while, Qingshi exhaled: "It's useless."

Han Yiming said intently: "Wu Ming has an alien iron. I don't know where he found this alien iron. But is he going to sacrifice this alien iron with blood? It seems useless!"

But Wuming had already walked under the beam and untied a gourd and lifted it over.

When the gourd was lifted, Han Yiming felt the chill and rushed over. Han Yiming couldn't help but look at the gourd carefully.

The gourd is dark yellow in color, and the skin has already dried up and there is no opening, but Han Yiming felt a pair of eyes wandering around the gourd.

Wuming lifted the gourd to the stove and placed it at his feet, put the iron into the stove for burning. The gourd was shaking at his feet, as if something was about to jump out.

Han Yiming remembered that the place where the gourd was was very cold, and that day he avoided the heat beside the stove under the gourd.

Wuming stared at the stove with his eyes, and Han Yiming also saw the pure white of the alien iron gradually turning into fiery red.

Suddenly Wuming bent down and picked up the gourd at his feet and threw it into the stove.

In an instant, a shrill scream resounded throughout the world. Han Yiming was shocked by the howl and came to his senses. The gourd had been thrown into the stove by Wuming.

The howling continued, as if someone was suffering from pain. Han Yiming looked around but no one was seen.

But Han Yiming seemed to have heard of this tragic howl. While standing quietly, Han Yiming remembered that he had heard this tragic howl when he came outside the hut last time.

But at that time, all I heard was a sound, not such a long scream.

But for some reason, Han Yiming still felt that he had heard such screams, but he just couldn't remember when he had heard them.

This is really strange. Han Yiming thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember it in a hurry.

The gourd rolled in the stove, but the stove was not big, but it was wandering against the wall of the stove, as if it wanted to jump out of it.

But the fire seemed to be spiritual, and always sprayed a spark when the gourd turned to the edge of the stove. It not only stuck to the wall of the stove, but also wrapped the gourd in the flames, which fell back to the bottom of the stove.

Han Yiming looked at the gourd. He looked at the gourd several times. He had never seen it on Lingshan before, but only saw it here in Wuming.

Of course, he built the nameless thatched hut, and it was nothing strange to build the stove, but where did this spiritual iron come from?

Where did this gourd come from? This gourd is so weird, it must be strange, but he can't figure it out.

Wuming undoubtedly has the ability to refine swords without a master. When he thought of his blade of the Pixie Sword that many generations did not know how to use, Han Yiming knew that he had extraordinary spiritual power.

Sword refining is also spiritual power. Han Yiming also knows that no matter who he can refine a spiritual sword, he will definitely be unique.

There are countless fellow practitioners who practice Taoism, but there are very few who have refined spiritual swords. Wuming may be one of them.

This is the reason why he always wants to leave no matter how unintentional he is, and Huang Songtao always wants to leave him in the sect!

With a light "bang", the gourd turned into a fireball in the stove.

Han Yiming could see clearly that the gourd was also unique. It was either burning or cracking, or it turned into a fireball in an instant.

A ray of blue smoke jumped out of the flames, and a shrill cry resounded throughout the world.

The blue smoke rushed upwards quickly and escaped from the furnace in a blink of an eye.

Han Yiming had already seen two shiny spots in the blue smoke, several black dots, and the two shiny spots were like two leaves floating.

But when I looked closely, I saw the two bright spots of black and white, and they were wandering around.

There was no way to tell what it was about several black dots, but the two leaves-like things flipped over it a few times, and Han Yiming saw it clearly.

Those were two ears!

Han Yiming suddenly realized that there was a very twisted face wrapped in the blue smoke!

What kind of ghost is this? Where did Wuming get these gourds?

Even if Han Yiming didn't know what was in the gourd, he knew that the gourd must have its origin.

I just don’t know how Wuming got it?

Is it the gain from his subduing demons and eliminating monsters? Or is it the gain from his doing many evil things?

The flames in the stove burn higher and higher, chasing closely under the blue smoke.

The blue smoke floated to the roof in a blink of an eye, but the fire could not burn the roof.

Although it was burning, the flames could only free up about two feet of the stove and could not burn the roof.

The green smoke turned two circles under the roof and headed towards the door.

Suddenly a hand appeared in the fire. This hand was strong and powerful, with only the shape of a hand, and the inside was full of flames.

With this hand in the air, Qingyan suddenly shrank into a ball, and the screams became more and more tragic.

Han Yiming actually heard a man's voice.

The voice was still young. After screaming loudly, he said, "I have nothing to do with this, you, don't want..."

The words disappeared here, and they were silent with screams.

Han Yiming carefully identified who said the words, but he had never heard the sound before.

In a blink of an eye, the blue smoke was burned out. The two eyes, ears and several black dots wrapped in the blue smoke fell from the air. The moment they fell into the fire, they were burned out, and they were picked up by Wuming and threw them into the stove.

Han Yiming looked at Wuming, really didn’t he know what kind of person he was?

Ignorance and ignorance, people from outside seem to be right without hesitation, but they seem to be wrong.

At this time, no one had seen Wuming except himself and Qingshi.

Wuming never listens to others' words, and Han Yiming thought he could hear one or two sentences of his words.

I also know a little about him.

But when he saw Wuming like this, he felt that he did not recognize Wuming's true face, and he knew little but little about Wuming.

Wuming stared at the stove, and Bluestone sat by the stove and pulled the bellows hard.

The flames became stronger and stronger, but the iron color in the fire became darker and darker.

It turned gray after a moment.

Qingshi stopped and looked at Wuming. Wuming stared at Yiti for a moment, bent down and lifted a bucket of water beside his feet and burned towards the fire.

When Han Yiming saw the water, he suddenly felt so thirsty that he could not bear, and he only hoped that the bucket of water would pour on him.

But the bucket of water put out the fire and darkened inside the hut.

Suddenly, I heard Xingchen's voice saying, "Sect Master, let's go back."

Han Yiming opened his eyes and was still in the scorched earth.

At this time, the dry and hot ones became even more agitated. Han Yiming licked his dry and cracked lips slightly and looked at Xingchen.
Chapter completed!