Urban Madness

Although he has lost his memory, Ye Fan still has feelings about the feelings between men and women.

Especially in this wild continent, since Ye Fan came here, he felt that there was nothing else but run-down and barrenness.

At this time, Han Ling's soothing flowers are a very special existence.

Let Ye Fan feel warmer in his heart.

And after such an intimate move, the relationship between the two has also achieved a breakthrough.

Han Ling Hualuo hugged Ye Fan tightly, and said softly, "I will stay by your side forever, life is your person, death is your ghost!"

Ye Fan didn't say anything, no matter how much it was, it was useless, it was enough to protect Hanling Hualao by himself in the future.

In the early morning, the Huoming Valley in the distance was still red.

The two of them put on their clothes, put away the tent, and marched towards Huoming Valley.

The closer you get to the Valley of Fire, the more you feel the heat.

Originally, the temperature in this wild continent was particularly high, and Ye Fan felt that the temperature in the Valley of Fire was at least 70 degrees Celsius.

When approaching the core area of ​​Huoming Valley, the ground was full of pungent smoke due to the high temperature.

At this moment, Ye Fan saw a figure on a hillside.

This person is burly in shape, holding a giant hammer in his hand, and is smashing a dazzling sword.

With every hammer drop, a spark will be ignited.

Han Ling Hualuo wiped the sweat from her face and frowned, "This person should be the legendary swordsmith, let's go over and ask!"

Who knew that the two people walked to the vicinity of the swordsmith, and the swordsmith suddenly swung the sword he was working on, and turned around to make a sweep.

Sword Qi burst out instantly, rolling the ground up.

Ye Fan was slightly surprised when he saw this power.

With this sword aura, this person's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Yuan Ying.

And that sword also appeared in Ye Fan's mind.

"Tianshi tempered sword, middle-grade spiritual weapon, can blow hairs and break blades, general level!"

When he saw this, Ye Fan dragged Han Ling Hua Luo directly behind him, and followed a black emperor's power.

After the power of the Black Emperor collided with the sword aura, the entire valley was shaken violently.

The swordsmith was shocked by Ye Fan's strong power, his body staggered, and the giant hammer in his hand almost fell to the ground.

When the power gradually dissipated, the swordsmith laughed haha, the laughter was extremely happy, and the valley was full of echoes.

"Great, the old man waited here for hundreds of years, and finally waited until he became a real master!"

If Ye Fan wasn't afraid of hurting him, he would be able to kill him. In the middle stage of the Profound Thunder Realm, it was many times higher than the Nascent Soul Realm.

But Ye Fan took a fist first, and then said sincerely: "Senior, at Xiahanlingmen Long Yi, I'm here to ask for an artifact!"

The swordsmith put the giant hammer on the ground, Ye Fan felt a slight shock under his feet.

It can be seen that the giant hammer weighs at least a thousand catties.

And the swordsmith said loudly and freely: "People who come to me are all looking for a good weapon, but for hundreds of years, no one has been able to leave here alive, even some people, If you couldn't come here, you were burned to death by the heat of Huominggu. You are the first person who can come here and still be able to catch my trick. Come with me!"

After all, the swordsmith didn't care about the giant hammer, turned around and walked deep into the valley.

Ye Fan followed closely and walked into a cave.

Looking closely, it turned out that this is a passage leading to the volcano. The higher the temperature goes inside.

Ye Fan didn't have much, using the power of the Black Emperor to protect his body, he didn't feel hot at all.

On the contrary, it was a cold flower, and it was really impossible to continue, even the clothes started to smoke.

Fearing that she would be injured, Ye Fan turned around and said, "Go outside and wait for me. If you take something, I will go out!"

Although she still wanted to follow Ye Fan, but her cultivation was not enough, Han Ling Hualuo could only obey the arrangement and leave the passage.

An hour later, Ye Fan and the swordsmith came to the core of the volcano.

The scene in front of him made Ye Fan feel very shocked.

On a piece of ground where magma erupted, a giant sword was suspended in the air.

The sword is two meters long and five fingers wide. The handle is made of gold. The sword is protected like a **** wing. The blade is thick and sharp, and the tip of the sword is full of murderous intent.

This sword is like a sleeping beast, every time it rotates, it will bring out a series of fire dragons cross-legged.

A row of text appeared in his mind again.

"The God of Fire Sword, a middle-grade artifact, is made from the falling gold of the heavens and has been tempered for many times. The attribute of this sword is fire. It can open mountains and cut the ground. It will never grow or die. It is really the best sword, and it can continue to train for breakthroughs!"

Ye Fan dictated the words in his mind, and the swordsmith who wanted to show off was completely shocked.

The Fire God Sword that he has worked hard for hundreds of years has only been seen by himself. How did this young man know about it?

Thinking of this, he immediately asked coldly and guardedly: "Where do you know my Fire God Sword?"

Ye Fan smiled indifferently, and explained: "Senior, don't be suspicious, I have the ability to see things and know, I haven't seen this artifact!"

Seeing what Ye Fan said so sincerely, the swordsmith also put down his guard, laughed and said: "It turns out that there are still such magical skills in the world. Today, it can be regarded as an eye open. It seems that you are also with this Fire God Sword. It is destined, instead of letting it sleep here, let you take it to create a new world!"

When the voice fell, the swordsmith raised his hand and pointed at the Fire God Sword.

The sword shook violently, like a roar of a beast, making a harsh buzzing sound.

The surrounding magma began to erupt violently under its stimulation.

At this moment, the Fire God Sword flew directly towards Ye Fan.

Seeing this, Ye Fan directly stretched out his hand to hold the Fire God Sword.

This sword weighs hundreds of kilograms, but in Ye Fan's hands, it is as light as a leaf.

The continuous casting swordsman nodded in admiration.

At this moment, the same buzzing appeared in Ye Fan's mind, and the heat from the sword body directly covered his entire arm.

This is the sword spirit fusing Ye Fan, that is to say, recognizing the master.

Seeing this scene, the swordsmith said excitedly: "The God of Fire Sword is my divine sword that I have tempered for a hundred years. The sword spirit is arrogant. It is a plaything of heaven and earth and can be recognized by it. People can only fuse, and now the Fire God Sword Spirit is actively fusing with you. It turns out that you are the respected person. I am really so happy!"

The voice fell, and the Vulcan Sword disappeared.

After Ye Fan's mind calmed down, he lowered his head and looked at his arm. The Fire God Sword was already engraved on his arm like a tattoo, ready to be summoned at any time.

Speaking of excitement, Ye Fan was the most excited person at this time.

I finally got a divine weapon. Although it was incomparable with Dao, Magic, and Immortal tools, the Fire God Sword could continue to be tempered, and there was a lot of room for development.

It just so happens that there is a swordsmith now, so it's best to be able to directly make it into a Taoist tool, then it's almost usable.