You must know that the Demon Sword Piaoxue and the Skyfall Demon Sword are weapons integrated into his body, and no one else can control them except him.
The old man looked at the expression on Lin Xiaofeng's face and said calmly: "Since I promised you benefits in your previous life, I can only fulfill my promise with you."
"There are countless magical weapons in my square pot, and the two weapons in your body are extremely powerful. Now I will give you a blessing!"
Suddenly, Lin Xiaofeng's whole body trembled, and the demon sword flew with blood and the Skyfall Demon Saber flew to the old man's side at the same time.
The old man glanced at the two weapons and slightly praised them: "It's really good. One is a demon sword made from countless blood."
"One is a magic knife made of meteorites from outside the sky."
"What do you want to do?" Lin Xiaofeng looked at the old man and said.
Old man: "Help you combine them into one and make them truly indestructible weapons!"
The Demon Sword and the Skyfall Demon Sword trembled slightly as if they felt something.
And this kind of trembling is not fear, but a hint of excitement, as if full of anticipation for what the old man will do next.
Lin Xiaofeng's eyes showed slight surprise.
The old man waved his hand, and Lin Xiaofeng found that he and the old man had arrived at another place.
But here it seems that it is not among the trees, but in a closed cave.
The place where the old man stood was filled with red lava, white hot steam was constantly rising, and the temperature was extremely high.
Even though Lin Xiaofeng was far away, sweat stains continued to flow from his forehead.
"Go ahead."
The old man threw the two weapons into the furnace.
Lin Xiaofeng's heartbeat accelerated instantly. It was not that he was nervous, but that the Demon Sword and the Skyfall Demon Sword had already integrated with him. At this time, the old man seemed to be reforging them.
The prerequisite for reforging is to destroy them first.
You must die first before you can be reborn.
The Demonic Sword and the Skyfall Demonic Sword in the lava were continuously burned, but they did not melt quickly.
Lin Xiaofeng stayed here and waited with the old man. The old man would disappear every day and bring food to Lin Xiaofeng.
Five days passed in the blink of an eye. In a place with such a high temperature, it took five days for the blood flowing from the demon sword and the fallen demon sword to turn into molten iron and flow together.
Logically speaking, this was Lin Xiaofeng's natal weapon. If it was melted like this, Lin Xiaofeng should be severely injured. However, Lin Xiaofeng did not feel any discomfort.
Lin Xiaofeng asked the old man. The reason was that the old man was quite skillful in forging weapons. You should know that this square pot was said to have countless magical weapons.
How did these magical weapons come from? Of course they couldn't be conjured out of thin air. They were obviously crafted bit by bit by the old man in front of me.
Then, the old man began a long forging time.
Lin Xiaofeng never thought that it would take such a long time to forge this weapon. Otherwise, he might not be able to agree to let this old man forge the weapon for him.
The environment in this cave is not very good. Every time the old man holds a hammer, he keeps building.
Lin Xiaofeng was on the sidelines, practicing his skills out of boredom.
Lin Xiaofeng has never calmed down and practiced in a real sense, but this time is a good opportunity to practice.
The old man forges weapons and he practices quietly by himself. Except for the old man bringing food every day, they don't talk much.
At the beginning, Lin Xiaofeng would ask the old man when it would be forged, and the old man would answer that he would just wait.
Every time he asked, he got the same answer. Although Lin Xiaofeng felt bored and uncomfortable, he could only grit his teeth and admit it.
At first, he would still care about how much time had passed, but later, Lin Xiaofeng got used to it and no longer remembered the time.
Later, the old man may have felt that Lin Xiaofeng was too boring, so he would bring him some fine wine every day.
Lin Xiaofeng's daily life consists of drinking, practicing, drinking, and practicing.
Or watch the old man forging the Demon Sword and the Skyfall Demon Sword there.
As days passed, Lin Xiaofeng became numb and lost the concept of time.
Finally one day, the old man woke up Lin Xiaofeng from his sleep.
Lin Xiaofeng was wearing a white robe, the same style as the old man. The clothes he wore before were ruined long ago.
"What?" Lin Xiaofeng opened his hazy eyes, looked at the old man and asked.
The old man smiled and said: "It's done."
"Done?" Lin Xiaofeng's eyes lit up.
He hurriedly followed the old man to the forging bench. At this time, the knife in front of him looked dull, as if it was forged from stone.
This sword still has the shape of a Tang sword, very slender.
Lin Xiaofeng gently picked up the knife and frowned: "It seems like there's nothing special about it, old man, are you trying to fool me?"
During the long days here, Lin Xiaofeng no longer bothered to call this guy "Mr." and directly changed his name to "Old Man".
Lin Xiaofeng naturally had complaints in his heart. Why, because he wanted to make such a knife, he would be locked up here for who knows how long.
During this period, Lin Xiaofeng naturally mentioned that he wanted to leave, but the old man did not allow him to leave because he would not let him leave until the weapon was forged.
However, the old guy was in the middle and would occasionally disappear for a long period of time. Lin Xiaofeng even asked him what he was doing, but the old guy also kept silent.
The old man smiled and said: "How can the magical weapon that I personally spent so long building be an ordinary thing?"
After saying that, the old man gently slapped Lin Xiaofeng on the back. Lin Xiaofeng felt as if three souls and seven souls had left his body and entered the knife, but in an instant, he returned to his body again.
This feeling is very wonderful and strange.
An indescribable feeling.
When Lin Xiaofeng came to his senses, he looked down and saw that the weapon in his hand was shining with colorful light.
And Lin Xiaofeng also felt the powerful power of this sword.
Holding the knife, Lin Xiaofeng felt that even a mountain in front of him could be split open with the weapon in his hand.
Lin Xiaofeng was extremely shocked: "This..."
The old man was standing next to him, taking a sip from a bottle of wine, and said with a faint smile: "How about it, these ten years of waiting have not been in vain, right? This is a weapon I carefully crafted..."
"etc."
Lin Xiaofeng stared at the old man in disbelief: "Old guy, what did you say, ten, ten years? I've been in this damn place for ten years? Can you say it again?"