The orange-yellow hammer is held in the hand, and a full sense of weight is heard.

As an excellent blacksmith, an excellent blacksmith who is not considered himself but praised by the public, has long been carved into the bones of metal material. Even if he has never seen the yellow black iron with his own eyes, he will no longer have any doubts when he holds the hammer.

Qiaoshan believed in the legends that he once scoffed at.

The yellow black hammer was just one of the reasons that shocked him, or rather, it was just a small component that made him fall into an unexciting shock.

What really made him unable to restrain his mind for a long time was the scene he had just seen with his own eyes.

A strong man with no identity brought a visual feast in front of himself in an amazing forging method.

The man's hammering method is nothing magical, nor does it look fancy. He looks like an ordinary young man, knocking on the unformed iron wood in the most simple and primitive way.

The strange wood that was unable to move at all without any effort and was almost injured by the man's hand seemed to have turned into a pool of cotton, above the magma that was gushing with bubbles, the man changed his plasticity at will, and finally made a hissing sound in the hot hot spring.

From beginning to end, the man never said a word. His hands were as natural as flowing water in the mountains. It was plain and unpretentious, but his every move was full of a temperament of returning to nature.

This is the real forging master.

Qiaoshan stared until his eyes were dry before closing his eyes with difficulty. He kept recalling the movements of the strong man before, as if every movement and every muscle change were a precious treasure.

"Just hit a hammer, don't think so long."

The man seemed to feel a little thirsty, so he kept the huge hammer by the spring casually, then picked up a handful of water from the hot spring, and then raised his head and drank it.

Qiaoshan came back to his senses tremblingly, and his voice trembled: "You... no, are you really... that hill king?"

"I have said it many times, like a fake one."

The strong man smiled, and his rough big hands smeared on the shoulder strap twice, patted his chest and said, "Who can have such superb skills except me?"

A trace of awe that had just risen on Qiaoshan disappeared instantly.

This is not so sensual at all.

Qiaoshan calmed down and found that he was not as shocked as he thought.

Perhaps because I had been mentally prepared for a long time, and I had watched another amazing "show" before, I had already identified the other party's identity in my heart.

Yes, except for that hill king, how could one find another blacksmith among the dwarves who possess such superb skills?

“Try it.”

The strong man suddenly spoke, Qiaoshan was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what the other party meant. Then he realized it and looked at the yellow black hammer.

This new hammer was obviously nearly twice as long as his original one, but its power distribution was extremely symmetrical. Qiao Shan weighed it back and forth twice, but his eyes became brighter.

Putting aside the original material, the internal structure of the hammer has formed an unimaginable dense structure under the seemingly simple but precise hammering. What is even more commendable is that the force point of the hammer itself is almost perfectly matched with the way of the grip. Its appearance is much longer than the original one, but it is more handy than before.

It's like this hammer...it's born to belong to him.

This sentence seems to be nonsense. How could an instrument forged by the perfect skill be an ordinary product?

"I can't find a more handy hammer, thank you for yourselves."

Qiaoshan sincerely thanked him, but a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes again, and he was afraid to speak.

The strong man showed a hint of helplessness on his face, and he shook his head and said, "I'll stop it again and again."

Qiaoshan finally no longer doubts.

The strong man's appearance may be changed, but the hammer standing by the pool cannot be faked.

With just one glance, Qiaoshan decided that it was the legendary supreme artifact - the mountain-breaking hammer.

The dwarf who can use the mountain hammer is naturally the king of the hills.

Qiaoshan's breathing became much faster and his eyes showed a hint of desire.

Seeing this, the strong man shook his head and smiled, "It's not that I'm stingy. That hammer is just a phantom, just like me now. Even if you want to try it, you can't pick it up at all."

Qiaoshan looked dazed for a moment, and a look of regret appeared on his face.

The strong man kept smiling from beginning to end. Seeing Qiaoshan lowering his head, he waved his hand casually: "Don't be so reserved, I am the one you found."

Qiao Shan raised his head in shock, and then recalled the faint call before, and finally realized it completely.

"I'm asking you to do something... But before talking about the serious business, you can chat for a few words. If you have any questions, just ask them. If you have any requests, I can try my best to do it."

Qiaoshan quickly lowered his head and said respectfully: "It is already a supreme honor for Qiaoshan to be able to see his ancestors with your own eyes. How dare you make any requests to you... What instructions do you have? But it doesn't matter. As long as you can do it, you will definitely devote yourself to it."

The strong man smiled and narrowed his eyes and said angrily: "I don't have much respect in my heart, so don't show so much fear. When did the dwarf become so hypocritical?"

Seeing through his mind at first glance, Qiao Shan's face looked slightly embarrassed, but then he returned to normal. The fear on his face disappeared, and he looked at him with a respectful but polite expression.

"That's right," the strong man grabbed his beard and said with satisfaction: "Although it seems a bit wrong to say this from my standpoint, the utopian atmosphere is indeed good... But you are still a little restrained. You just asked you to make a request, which can be regarded as an equivalent exchange. Even if I am Xiliu and want to ask someone to help, I will naturally have to be rewarded."

At this point, Qiaoshan dared not shirk responsibility anymore, but he didn't know what he could do to let the ancestor make a request, and he didn't know what to ask for.

After thinking for a long time, I asked carefully: "Senior... looks a little different from the statues passed down from later generations..."

"Just say it just by saying it. Do you think that seeing my true face is really a bit slutty, which is very different from the majestic and majestic impression before?"

Qiaoshan nodded awkwardly, and the man said helplessly: "It's not my decision. It's all the 'respect' of future generations to commemorate the martyrs... Who doesn't want the heroes in the clan to be handsome and handsome? At the beginning, it was not as exaggerated as it is now.

But...you know, some stories deviate from the truth the more they go, and they end up going in the opposite direction. So, whether the images of the five old guys are handsome and majestic is just the wishful thinking of you star-fighting folks."

Qiaoshan looked suddenly, "So the images of your five ancestors that are circulating in the world are all fake?"

Qiaoshan thought he had found the answer, and suddenly said, "I just said that there are elves as beautiful as the goddess of nature in this world. In those legends, this goddess is almost described as a galaxy in the sky... And that human king, in fact, there is no universal and majestic image, right?"

The strong man rarely showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, and he coughed lightly, "This...is almost the same thing. In my eyes, they are not as handsome as the gods and beautiful as the whole country..."

Qiao Shan opened his mouth slightly, and derived a shocking truth from the strong man's slightly stuttering tone-

"Is it yours the only statues that have been passed down to later generations?"

"Next question!"

The strong man finally became angry and slapped Qiaoshan on the shoulder, almost allowing the latter to leave this beautiful world directly.

After several breaths, Qiao Shan rubbed his unconscious shoulder and said sadly, "Then what is your state now?"

I felt that asking an ancestor directly is or is still dead now, and it was a bit strange and inappropriate in terms of both reason and ethics, so Qiaoshan had to change to a more tactful way of asking.

The man patted his shoulder twice. Except for being extremely strong, Qiaoshan did not notice anything wrong, as if the person standing in front of him was a living person.

But reason told him that Xiliu had passed away for hundreds of years, and even nearly a hundred years of miracles could not be given.

This abnormality was once considered a sign of the complete fall of the five gods. After all, the so-called gods were finally promoted from the mortal womb. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot escape the cycle of life and death.

However, if all the five gods really fall, what's going on with the person in front of you?

Qiaoshan felt like he had fallen into a thick fog, and there was a strong atmosphere of conspiracy around him. It is very likely that this ancestor would not have been a good thing for him to find him.

Thinking of what happened not long ago and the disaster encountered by the entire Utopia, Qiaoshan suddenly had an inspiration. If the two were not connected, he would just slap himself to death with the hammer in his hand.

The strong man looked here intentionally or unintentionally. Qiaoshan, who was now in deep thought, naturally didn't notice it. He only heard the ancestor explain lightly: "Is the current state... it is a kind of 'returning to the soul'? In short, what appears in front of you is just a tiny soul power. As for the original body... Haha, you probably won't have the chance to see it."

Qiaoshan was startled by the so-called "borrowing the corpse and resurrected the soul", and subconsciously shook his head. Seeing such a spirit body, it was almost impossible to lose his life. Qiaoshan really didn't have that high awareness. He had to go see his ancestors even if he didn't have his life.

"Yes, be prepared for danger in times of peace, seek benefits and avoid harm. This kind of survival instinct is the nature that a ‘person’ should have. It seems that you can live for a long time, and I have a good vision."

The strong man said something for no reason, his eyes full of relief.

Qiao Shan was furrowed all over his body by this look, so he had to force a smile: "Is it related to the current crisis of utopia?"

This is not the first question I want to ask.

Qiaoshan originally planned to ask, "Are you here to save the utopia?", but suddenly he thought that Will had obvious disrespect for the five gods in his words, and a chill ran all over his body for a moment.

Utopia does not believe in God and has no religion. It is a habit that has been followed for a hundred years and is also a national policy at the beginning of the founding of the country.

So Qiaoshan was really excited to see this ancestor - although the process was a little inexplicably and confused, he definitely did not worship him from the bottom of his heart.

If it were in the past, facing the same problem and situation, Qiaoshan would take it for granted that the other party showed his spirit to save the utopia from the fire and water.

This is a kind of creature's instinctive respect for the ancestors of the same origin, and it has nothing to do with personal character or likes and dislikes.

After all, anyone who suddenly sees an ancestor who suddenly comes to life when his people are in dire straits will subconsciously think that his ancestors are here to save them.

However, the problem is - Qiaoshan met Will.

This unlucky businessman from the Miracle Land - Qiaoshan still believes that Will will not deceive him, and the "merchant" is his true identity besides his strong skills - he has been together for not a long time, but Qiaoshan has regarded the other party as a trustworthy friend.

If I hadn't met Will outside the city gate, maybe I had already turned into a bone under Qinglin Castle, and it was even more impossible for me to keep taking people here.

Will saved himself from the crisis in Chuanlienburg, which means that he is at least hostile to the root cause of the crisis.

After so long contact, although Will has not made it clear in front of him, some of the inadvertent expressions revealed that he has no respect for the Five Gods.

Even... with a little hostility.

It is a hostility that is enough for ordinary people to detect.

This is very intriguing.

In Qiaoshan's opinion, Will is a good friend he made with, and he must be a good person.

Even among the five gods, the contact between him and him was limited to historical legends and less than half a prayer conversation.

The process of weighing and hesitation was only one second, and Qiaoshan chose a party.

Even if Will is not an enemy relationship with the Five Gods, at least in the matter of utopia, Will, who has been trying his best to protect himself, occupies an absolutely correct position.

As for the five gods on the other side... Qiaoshan could only pray in his heart, and it would not be the earliest result he thought.

To Qiaoshan's expectations, after the question was finished, the strong man didn't answer for a long time. He just held his chin and his eyes that were easily invisible when he squinted, kept sweeping around himself.

The occasional luster is so deep and unwavering that it not only makes people feel at ease, but it becomes more and more nervous.

It's like being able to see through your own heart.

As time passed, Qiaoshan's heart also fell into the bottom of the valley little by little.

Silence is often a response, but unfortunately it appears at this time, but it means that the situation is developing in the direction you least want to see.

For some reason, Qiao Shan's eyes were filled with tears, and a trace of despair surged deep in his heart.

After a long wait, a sigh came into my ears—

"sorry."
Chapter completed!