Daxu is a blessed, heavenly place. At this moment, a group of people are busy, and these people add up to a thousand people, and each is busy with its own affairs.
Logically speaking, a group of people are busy with their own affairs. This seems to be a very common thing. However, this is the deepest part of the Burial Sword Death Realm, and it is known as the most dangerous place.
It turned out to be a land of heaven, and a group of people are busy, there is no imaginary killing, there is no imaginary danger, it turns out that a group of people are busy working like ordinary days, why not let this People are shocked.
If you say it, in the deepest part of the Burial Sword Death Realm, in the big ruins, there is a group of people busy at work. If you say such a thing, I am afraid that no one will believe it.
However, this is actually the case.
However, when they see such a group of people in front of them, everyone will be shocked. This is not only because this is the deepest part of the Burial Sword Realm, but it is even more shocking because of the group of people in front of them. A closer look is the same person.
That's right, the busy group of people here all look exactly the same.
"Clang, clang, clang", "bang, bang, bang", "sand, sand, sand"... all kinds of busy sounds sounded.
Among the busy people in this group, some are smelting, some are beating iron, some are sharpening, some are making fire, and some are blowing... In a word, this group is making swords.
They are creating one after another excalibur. In this group of people, everyone has a different job. Some people are blowing, some are forging iron, and some are sharpening their swords...
Among this group of people, some people cooperate with each other, and some people work alone. From start to finish, from smelting to sword making, they do it alone.
The most weird thing is that this group of people who have different divisions of labor or who practice swords alone, no matter what they are doing, they all look exactly the same. It can even be said that they are carved out of the same mold, no matter they are. The looks and appearances are exactly the same, but what they do does not conflict with each other, which can be described as orderly.
If someone says that they have seen thousands of people who look exactly the same with their own eyes playing iron and swords, then no one will believe it if you say such a thing.
The most shocking thing is that, especially above Jian Yuan, if I saw the middle-aged man throwing the remnant sword at Jian Yuan, and seeing this scene in front of me, he would be shocked incomparably without any words. Describe this scene in front of you.
Because the thousands of people in front of him looked exactly like the middle-aged man in Jianyuan, when Li Qiye spoke to the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man jumped into Jianyuan without saying a word.
The middle-aged man in front of him looked like a disheveled head, and the hair on his forehead was hanging down and scattered on his face, covering most of his face.
Every middle-aged man wears soap-colored clothes. The clothes are very old and have turned white. Such a piece of clothing has been washed again and again, because the washing is too many times, not only is it faded, but it is about to be washed. It's broken.
Such a middle-aged man looks a little poor, and looks a little lonely. He seems to be a rundown, or a poor monk from a small school.
The thousands of middle-aged men I saw in front of me were exactly the same as the middle-aged men who appeared in Jian Yuan.
Therefore, after seeing everything like this, anyone will find it too weird and outrageous. If anyone else sees this scene in front of them, they must think that this is not true, it must be blindfolded or something.
In fact, even if you open your most powerful heavenly eye and look at such a scene in front of you, you will find that this is not a blindfold at all. The middle-aged man in front of you is indeed real, not a fictional phantom.
The sound of "clang, clang, clang" is endless. The middle-aged men in front of them are all working hard. Whether it is smelting or hammering iron, or sharpening swords, or even designing, every middle-aged man is Attentive and meticulous, it seems that there is nothing in the world that can distract them.
Moreover, in this whole process, no matter which middle-aged man, smelting or sharpening the sword, they are all very self-assured, not the kind of mechanized movements, their every move is full of Rhythm, it can even be said that they enjoy every movement and every point they pay very much.
Originally, smelting iron is not something worthy of appreciation, but what the group of middle-aged men in front of me is doing is very enjoyable, but it makes people feel particularly good-looking.
Imagine that a group of people are happy to do what they do and what they do. What a wonderful thing, whether it is smelting or ironing, every action is full of happiness and enjoyment.
Therefore, looking at this group of middle-aged men in front of you when they are busy, it will give people a feeling that they will never tire. It seems that every middle-aged man does everything and every detail will make you feel extremely Wonderful enjoyment.
This kind of feeling is really hard to describe. Only by experiencing it in person can we truly understand it.
However, when you look at the middle-aged men one after another in front of you, this will make people wonder, which middle-aged man in front of you is the real body.
Although every middle-aged man in front of him is not illusory, nor is he blindfolded, but it is certain that every middle-aged man in front of him is an incarnation, but he is already incomparably powerful, and every incarnation seems to be incomparable. To be close to the real body far away.
No matter how true the incarnation is, it is not the true body after all, there is only one true body.
So, among the thousands of incarnations of middle-aged men, and they are exactly the same, how can one find out which one is the real one
In fact, at this moment, no matter what kind of monk powerhouse, no matter how powerful the existence is, opening one's own heavenly eyes and shining with the most powerful strength will not be able to find that the middle-aged man in front of him is an incarnation. , Because they are too close to the real body.
Therefore, the powerful in the world simply cannot find the true body from these powerful and true incarnations. For many monks and powerful men, every middle-aged man in front of them is true. body.
Li Qiye smiled, watching the scene in front of him, watching them smelting, watching them strike iron, watching him sharpen his sword...
Under this view, after watching for a long time, Li Qiye seems to have been intoxicated in it, and it seems that he has become one of them.
Therefore, at this time, Li Qiye stood there as if petrified. As time went by, he seemed to have been integrated into the whole scene, as if unknowingly became a middle-aged man group.
Therefore, at this time, all other sounds, all distracting thoughts, and all noises between heaven and earth disappeared. At this moment, only the middle-aged men and their iron "clang, clang, clang" sound, only the sword sharpener With the voice of "Huo, Huo, Huo", at this moment, Li Qiye seemed to be one of them, and followed his busy schedule.
Li Qiye walked into the crowd of middle-aged men, and none of the middle-aged men present never looked at Li Qiye, as if Li Qiye was just one of them, not a stranger who rushed in.
Finally, Li Qiye walked in front of a middle-aged man, and the voice of "Huo, Huo, Huo" came up and down in his ears. At this moment, the middle-aged man was grinding the sword in his hand.
This divine sword is harder than imagined, so no matter how hard it was to sharpen it, it was only a small mouth after grinding it for a long time.
Although this magic sword is unimaginably hard, the middle-aged man is still so persistent and absorbed in it, grinding the magic sword in his hand again and again, and, in the process of polishing, it is still timeless. It's not that I took a look at the degree of polish of the Excalibur.
Even if it is only a little bit of Kaifeng every time, the middle-aged man is still absorbed in it, and it seems that nothing can disturb him.
Li Qiye watched the middle-aged man polish the long sword in his hand and opened the front little by little. It seemed that it would take thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even longer to bring this divine sword to the front, but the middle-aged The man doesn't feel slow at all, nor is he impatient at all, but enjoys it.
"Sword has no front, Dao has a front, but yes." Li Qiye said lightly as he watched the middle-aged man polish the divine sword.
"Sand, Sand, Sand" The middle-aged man polished the excalibur in his hand. After polishing it again and again, he picked it up and aimed at the sword's edge, and then continued to polish it.
It seems that the middle-aged man did not hear what Li Qiye said, and Li Qiye was also very patient, watching the middle-aged man polish the sword.
Such a boring action, but the middle-aged man is very enjoyable.
I don't know how long it took before the middle-aged man said: "Why don't you need a front."
It is such a simple four words, but when the middle-aged man speaks it, it is full of the rhythm of the Dao, as if the sound of the Dao is echoing in the ear for a long time.
Li Qiye couldn't help but smiled and said, "If you have a front, you have a front."
The middle-aged man was still rustling the divine sword in his hand, and did not look up, nor did he go to see Li Qiye, as if Li Qiye was not standing by his side.
However, the middle-aged man said: "I want to have a front."
This sentence came out of the middle-aged man, and it was still four words, but when these four words were said, it seemed to be cut by the sharpest divine sword in the world, no matter how invincible gods, how peerless supreme, When these four characters were chopped down, they were chopped in half, dripping with blood.
However, Li Qiye stood there from beginning to end, unaffected by the blade of the middle-aged man.