The heart-protecting bronze mirror should be a pair. Guan Heng touched the back of the corpse and immediately found another heart-protecting bronze mirror. After seeing it, he suddenly realized.??                                                                                                       �

"It seems that this heart-protecting bronze mirror has good defense and can actually block the black air fist. How can ordinary things be done?"

Since he saw a good thing, Guan Heng was certainly honest and unceremonious in his arms, but at the next moment, something suddenly rolled out from his corpse's clothes: "Bang."

"This is... the key?!" While picking up this object, Guan Heng fell to the pit at least dozens of feet away from the ground, and the position above his head became very small. If Guan Heng had a rope, he could take the six ghosts to the top to find a tree to tie it before climbing up. Unfortunately, he had no rope on his body.

"Damn it, this old guy has to make me do something when he is dying."

Guan Heng held the key and kicked his body away, but at this moment, he suddenly saw something vaguely shining in front of him, so he shouted: "Great ghost, come here to shine with your soul shadow for me. It's too dark here."

"Swish--" The great accomplice who heard this immediately floated over, and a ball of soul shadow shone into the size of a walnut and shining brightly, and the front suddenly became much brighter.

"Bang!" Guan Heng stretched out his hand and felt what the other party was: "Ha, it's pure copper, and there is a handle on it, it should be a door."

"Wahala..." After weighing the key in his hand, Guan Heng muttered: "If an old guy sets a trap here and ambush others, he must be familiar with the environment. It seems that this place may be his secret nest."

Seeing a keyhole in the copper door, Guan Heng poked it without hesitation with the key: "Try to open it."

"Crack, creak...bang!" The copper door seemed to respond to Guan Heng's expectations, and immediately opened slowly. Guan Heng smiled slightly, walked in.

"Stove, hammer pliers, bellows... all kinds of casting tools..." Guan Heng turned around in the room behind the copper door at this time and found another door behind, which was 80% leading up. Since there was a road to go, he was not in a hurry to leave, so he searched in the room.

"I have it." After counting breaths, Guan Heng appeared on a wall on the left side of the room, with all kinds of words, graphics, and things engraved, as if a person was recording something alone.

"Look at what the text says first." Guan Heng suddenly bounced his fingers, and six soul shadows gathered together, like big lanterns, illuminating the entire wall completely, immediately allowing him to see it.

"Twenty years of grudges...pain...unforgettable?!" When Guan Heng saw these words, he couldn't help but mutter: "Wow, the words engraved on the stone wall are much deeper than other traces in the Ming Dynasty. It can be seen how much resentful this person felt when he was engraving them."

Staring at the words on the stone wall, Guan Heng read them one by one, and then I learned about the whole story of a man named "Zhu Guo" and the Weishui tribe in Songguo Mountain.

Twenty years ago, King Chong had an amazing genius casting craftsman. He was less than thirty years old and had already gained many reputations and was well-known. That person was Zhu Guo.

Zhu Guo was a man who knew nothing and was good at casting all weapons and armor. Because of his high skills, he was named a casting craftsman for the royal family by the Chongguo and Communist Party at that time. At a young age, he got everything he wanted, but the nightmare began at this time.

Speaking of the world-famous military casting craftsmen, the Weishui tribe of Songguo Mountain has naturally been famous for many years, but Zhu Guo, who was young and energetic and had just become the imperial casting craftsman, was dissatisfied with the other party, so he traveled a long distance to Songguo Mountain in the north of Chongguo, and wanted to compete with the other party's best casting craftsmen.

Who knew that as soon as I arrived at the foot of Songguo Mountain, I was stopped by someone. He was a teenage child who claimed to be Bi Wuxin.

Bi Wuxin found out where he came from, and waited for the other party here, and planned to gesture with him.

The other party was just a teenager, and Zhu Guo didn't take him seriously at all. At this time, Zhu Guo wanted to go to the Weishui Tribe Village and compete with their strongest person.

But Bi Wuxin was just sarcastic and kept angering Zhu Guo, claiming that the other party was not qualified to step into Songguo Mountain at all. If he didn't compete with him, he would have to get out immediately.

Zhu Guo, who could not bear it, immediately started to angrily attack and pulled out his sword and wanted to kill the other party. Logically speaking, Zhu Guo was already a strong man in the red realm at that time and could not be able to defeat a child. Although Bi Wuxin also entered the red realm, there was a clear gap between the two sides after all.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Guo's sword was immediately cut into several pieces. It was his careful skillful weapon, which immediately shocked Zhu Guo.

The tip of the sword pressed against Zhu Guo's neck and subdued him. Bi Wuxin claimed that the sword in his hand was cast by himself. Not only was the material ordinary, but it was only been released for more than ten days.

Zhu Guo was shocked and hated when he heard this. With a little disbelief, he decided to compete with the child. The two found a abandoned house at the foot of the mountain, built bricks and made a furnace. Within ten days, he would not sleep and cast ten new swords.

Although Bi Wuxin is young, his strength is extremely amazing. The last sword and even the red fruit are already half an hour ago.

After the two men completed the sword casting, they rested overnight and officially started fighting on the eleventh day.

What Zhu Guo never expected was that all the swords he forged were cut by Bi Wuxin's sword and broke on the spot. He was completely defeated.

After the competition, Bi Wuxin laughed to the sky, sarcastically sarcastically at Zhu Guo, and then left.

Zhu Guo was ambitious and came to Songguo Mountain to compete with the masters of the Weishui tribe. Unexpectedly, he could not even compare with a little baby in his teens. This guy was fascinated on the spot and vomited several mouthfuls of blood and was seriously ill.

After this battle, Zhu Guo was in a state of despair and almost fell into a mad state. The root of his inner demon was Bi Wuxin. Zhu Guo, who never returned to the capital of Chongwang, wandered everywhere, constantly casting weapons, armor and equipment to hone his skills. Finally, five years later, in the ancient Youyu Kingdom, he met Bi Wuxin again.

The two of them had a disagreement and competed again at the casting workshop in the downtown city. This time, the question of the competition was that both sides cast weapons, wear armor at the same time, and finally cut each other and defend each other to see who could persevere until the end.

As a result, Zhu Guo was defeated again. His nine-foot giant blade slashed the opponent's armor more than a hundred times, without any injury, but instead broke the sword blade and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.
Chapter completed!