Daxu is a land blessed with natural beauty. At this moment, groups of people are busy. Such groups of people are only thousands of people, and they are each busy with their own things.
Logically speaking, it seems to be a very ordinary thing for a group of people to be busy with their own affairs. However, this is the deepest part of the Sword Burial Realm, and it is known as the most dangerous place.
This is actually the land of Tianhua, and a group of people are busy. There is no killing or danger as imagined, but a group of people are busy working like an ordinary day. How can this not be allowed? People are shocked.
If we were to tell people that there was a group of people busy working in the ruins in the deepest part of the Sword Burial Domain, I'm afraid no one would believe it.
However, this is the case.
However, when seeing 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 Sword Burial Realm, but what is even more shocking is because of the group of people in front of them. If you look closely, they are all the same person.
Yes, the group of people busy here all look exactly the same.
"Dang, clang, clang", "bang, bang, bang", "sand, sand, sand"... all kinds of busy sounds sounded.
Among this group of busy people, some are smelting, some are forging iron, some are sharpening blades, some are making fires, and some are blowing wind... In a word, this group of people is refining swords.
They are forging one divine sword after another. Each person in this group has a different job. Some are blowing wind, some are forging iron, and some are sharpening swords...
Among this group of people, some people divide the labor among each other, and some people work alone. From beginning to end, from smelting ore to sword refining, they complete it alone.
The most bizarre thing is that no matter what kind of work they do, this group of people who have different divisions of labor or who practice swordsmanship on their own, all look exactly the same. It can even be said that they are carved from the same mold. Their demeanor and appearance are exactly the same, but what they do is not impulsive to each other, and it can be said to be orderly.
If someone said that he saw a group of thousands of identical people forging iron and swords with his own eyes, no one would believe it.
The most shocking thing is that, especially on top of Jian Abyss, if you have seen the middle-aged man throwing swords at Jian Abyss, you will be extremely shocked when you see such a scene in front of you, without any words. Describe the scene before you.
Because the group of thousands of people in front of them looked exactly like the middle-aged man in Jianyuan. Later, when Li Qiye talked 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 man. The hair in front of his forehead fell down and spread over 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 clothes have been washed again and again. Because they have been washed too many times, they have not only faded, but are also almost gone. Washed and torn.
Such a middle-aged man looks a little poor, and his expression is a little lonely. He seems to be a poor man, or a poor monk from a small sect.
The thousands of middle-aged men he saw in front of him 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 incredible and outrageous. If anyone else sees this scene in front of them, they will definitely think that it is not true and must be a deception or something.
In fact, even if you open your most powerful eyes and look at the scene in front of you, you will still find that this is not a deception at all. The middle-aged man in front of you is indeed real and not a fictitious phantom.
The sound of "dang, clang, clang" is endless. The middle-aged men in front of me are all working seriously. Whether it is smelting, blacksmithing, sword sharpening, or designing, every middle-aged man is working hard. Concentrated and meticulous, it seems that nothing in the world can distract them.
Moreover, during this whole process, no matter which middle-aged man they were, whether they were smelting or sharpening swords, they all looked calm and composed. They were not acting in a mechanical way. Every move they made was full of energy. Rhythm, it can even be said that they enjoy every move they make and every effort they make.
Originally, smelting and blacksmithing were not something worth admiring, but what the group of middle-aged men in front of them did was very enjoyable and particularly beautiful.
Just imagine, a group of people are happy to work and enjoy what they do. What a wonderful thing it is. Whether it is smelting or blacksmithing, every action is full of joy and enjoyment.
Therefore, looking at the group of middle-aged men in front of you when they are busy will give you a feeling that you will never tire of it. It seems that everything and every detail that every middle-aged man does will make you have a great sensory experience. Wonderful enjoyment.
This feeling is really difficult to describe. Only by experiencing it personally can you truly understand it.
However, when looking at the middle-aged men in front of them one after another, it will make people wonder which of the middle-aged men in front of them is the real person.
Although it is said that every middle-aged man in front of him is not an illusion, nor is it a deception, but it is certain that every middle-aged man in front of him is an incarnation. However, he has become unparalleledly powerful, and every incarnation seems to be an incarnation. It's time to get as close to the real body as possible.
No matter how real the incarnation is, it is not the true body after all. There is only one true body.
Therefore, among the thousands of incarnations of middle-aged men, all of which are exactly the same, how can we find out which one is the real person?
In fact, at this moment, no matter what kind of strong monk he is, no matter how powerful he is, if he opens his heavenly eye and uses the most powerful strength to illuminate the candle, he will not be able to find out that the middle-aged man in front of him is the incarnation. , because they are too close to their true bodies.
Therefore, the strong men in the world simply cannot find the true body from these powerful and real incarnations. For many strong monks, every middle-aged man in front of them is a real body. body.
Li Qiye smiled, watching the scene in front of him, watching them smelting ore, watching them forging iron, watching him sharpening his sword...
From this look, even after looking at it for a long time, Li Qiye seemed to be intoxicated in it, and seemed to have become one of them.
Therefore, at this time, Li Qiye stood there as if he was petrified. As time went by, he seemed to have integrated into the whole scene, as if he had unknowingly become a member of the group of middle-aged men.
Therefore, at this moment, all other sounds, all distracting thoughts, and all noises between heaven and earth disappeared. At this moment, there was only the sound of "dang, clang, clang" of middle-aged men forging iron, and the sound of sharpening swords. With the sound of "Huo, Huo, Huo", at this moment, Li Qiye seemed to be one of them, busy with his own affairs.
Li Qiye walked into the crowd of middle-aged men, and any middle-aged man present never looked at Li Qiye. It was as if Li Qiye was just one of them, not a stranger who broke in rashly.
Finally, Li Qiye walked up to a middle-aged man, and the sound of "Huo, Huo, Huo" came into his ears. At this moment, the middle-aged man was sharpening the divine sword in his hand.
This divine sword was harder than expected, so no matter how hard I tried to sharpen it, after a long time, it was just a small opening.
Although this divine sword is unimaginably hard, this middle-aged man is still so persistent, concentrating on sharpening the divine sword in his hand again and again, and, during the polishing process, he still... It's not about taking a look at the polishing level of the divine sword.
Even if he could only open up a little bit each time, the middle-aged man was still concentrating on it, as if nothing could disturb him.
Li Qiye watched the middle-aged man polishing the long sword in his hand and opening it bit by bit. It seemed that it would take thousands of years, tens of thousands or even longer to open this divine sword. However, the middle-aged man The man didn't feel slow at all, nor was he impatient at all. Instead, he enjoyed it.
"The sword has no edge, but the Tao has an edge, that's okay." Li Qiye said calmly as he watched the middle-aged man polish the divine sword.
"Sand, sand, sand" the middle-aged man was polishing the divine sword in his hand. After polishing it again and again, he picked it up and took a look at the blade, and then continued polishing it.
It seemed that the middle-aged man did not hear Li Qiye's words. Li Qiye was also very patient and watched the middle-aged man polish the divine sword.
Such a boring action, but the middle-aged man enjoyed it very much.
I don't know how long it took before the middle-aged man said: "Why don't you have a front?"
It is such a simple four words, but when spoken by a middle-aged man, it is full of the rhythm of the great road, as if the sound of the great road is echoing in the ears for a long time.
Li Qiye couldn't help but smile and said: "If you have an edge, you will have an edge."
The middle-aged man was still polishing the divine sword in his hand, and did not raise his head or look at Li Qiye, as if Li Qiye was not standing next to him.
However, the middle-aged man said: "I want to have an edge."
This sentence came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and it still only consisted of four words. However, once these four words were spoken, it was like being cut down by the sharpest sword in the world. No matter how invincible the god, how peerless the supreme, When these four words were chopped down, they were cut in half, dripping with blood.
However, Li Qiye stood there from beginning to end, unaffected by the middle-aged man's sword.
