Chapter 070 Pei Jia Shuangbao

Yu Xinxin pulled Pei Xinhong's mother and daughter to his room. Pei Xinhong was so scared that she hugged Xiao Mingming, as if she was afraid that Yu had no intention to invade her.

He was speechless. Doesn't he look like a good person?

Although Pei Xinhong is charming and elegant, he is not a prodigal son, otherwise Lan Ling would have become his forbidden.

He unintentionally glanced at Pei Xinhong and sneered, "Since you said she is a lady of the museum and has been dealing with antique treasures since childhood, I have something here. I want to ask you to appreciate it."

Hearing that it was to identify something, Pei Xinhong was a little relieved and said proudly, "Okay, you take it out."

hui took out Zhan Tian from the head of the bed and put it on the table. Pei Xinhong's eyes were immediately attracted by Zhan Tian. He walked to the table with a surprised face, reached out and stroked Zhan Tian. It took him for a long time to eat and said, "This is a thousand-year-old black iron. The whole knife is made of black iron. Oh, my God, how many years of black iron is this?"

As soon as he heard her say "millennium black iron", he knew that Pei Xinhong did have some skills, because the world knew that there were too few thousand-year black iron. Even he heard the man say that the sky was cast by the thousand-year black iron on Tianmu Mountain, and he knew that there was black iron in the world.

After he came back, he did not mention the origin of the knife, and naturally no one would know that the knife was cast by black iron. At this time, Pei Xinhong not only said that it was a thousand-year-old black iron, but also said that it was forged by a black iron.

Then there is no need to doubt her ability.

In fact, Yu didn't mean to let Pei Xinhong appreciate Zhan Tian, but because she didn't believe what she said, she wanted to tease her with Zhan Tian. Unexpectedly, she really told the origin of Zhan Tian.

The dragonfly couldn't help asking, "What is the thousand-year-old black iron?"

Pei Xinhong said strangely, "A person who doesn't know what a thousand-year-old black iron is actually has a super that no one has never seen in his life... No, it's a peerless black iron. Oh, my God, this is so unfair."

He smiled and said, "This was given by someone else. He only told me that this was a thousand-year-old black iron, and he didn't say anything."

Pei Xinhong took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and then said, "Thousand-year-old black iron is a kind of living iron that grows in the mountain of fog. It is only half a foot long in a thousand years. It grows by sucking the unique black river water of the mountain of fog, so it is black. Your knife is nearly four feet long and takes nearly eight thousand years to grow."

The codge said unintentionally, "Eight thousand years? Good boy, what a rare treasure."

Pei Xinhong snorted coldly and said contemptuously, "If this is why black iron is not peerless, and there are many more treasures than its growth cycle, but the reason why black iron is called peerless is because of its origin. Do you know how it grew?"

Shaking his head unintentionally.

Pei Xinhong said proudly, "The seed of black iron is actually the soul of God. It is said that after the fall of the god, his soul will float to the mountain of fog, take root and germinate by the Black River, and eventually grow into black iron. Think about how high God is. It is difficult to fall in tens of thousands of years, so black iron is not a peerless. Bao?"

The codge had no intention to open his eyes and said in surprise, "Is this the transformation of a god?"

Pei Xinhong nodded and said, "Yes, the god, the supreme existence that will always appear in the legend."

He didn't mean to hold up the sky and was surprised that he didn't know what to say.

Pei Xinhong continued: "The black iron is extremely hard, and there is almost nothing in the world that can damage it. If you want to quench it, you must use the power of the soul of life to force it to change its shape. Judging from the style of this knife, the person who forges it should be a demigod, otherwise it is impossible to build the blade. It's so perfect."

"Half god!" Inadtentionally, he felt that his heart was about to stand it. First, the god turned into iron, and then the demigod forged it. The sky was not only a peerless treasure, but simply a supreme artifact. Suddenly, Yu didn't think that the man once said that the master of Zhan Tian was not as strong as him, so he was more powerful than the demigod?

He didn't want to think about it and broke out in a cold sweat. He actually thought that he could protect himself in front of that person in a year. It's ridiculous. Not to mention a year, even in this life, he is not qualified to talk about self-preservation in front of the demigod.

Pei Xinhong looked at Yu's unintentional face and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Do you have any doubts about me?"

"No more." Yu unintentionally quickly restrained his mind and was no longer affected by fear. He told himself that if the man wanted to kill himself, he would have done it long ago. He would never wait for a year later, and he was not worthy of demigods, so he didn't have to worry at all.

Now he looks at Pei Xinhong with new eyes, and at the same time admires his luck. He can pick up such a treasure at random. With her knowledge and vision, he is definitely better than the previous master.

Yu smiled and said, "Congratulations, you have been hired."

Pey Xinhong raised his chin proudly.

At this time, Xiao Mingming, who had been quietly next to him, suddenly walked to the table, and his little hand also stroked Zhan Tian.

Yu didn't want to love his mother and daughter, and his attitude towards Xiaoming also changed greatly. He bent down to tease Mingming and said, "Do you also want to be an appraiser like your mother?"

Unexpectedly, Xiaoming ignored him, just slowly stroked Zhan Tian, and suddenly said to Yu Wu, "It said it was homesick."

Thehui was puzzled and said, "Who?"

Xiao Mingming cut the sky with his finger.

He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Can he speak?"

Xiao Mingming nodded.

hui looked up at Pei Xinhong in disbelief and asked her with his eyes.

Pei Xinhong said, "Black iron is transformed by gods, and naturally has a certain consciousness, but these strengths and weaknesses are different. Obviously, she has been sensitive to the soul since she was a child, so she can hear the language of the conscious soul."

Yu unintentionally found that the mother and daughter brought him too much stimulation. One told the amazing life of Zhan Tian, and the other could actually hear Zhan Tiantian's consciousness, which was something that even the half-god man could not do.

After a short shock, he grabbed Mingming with ecstasy and asked eagerly, "Where is its home?"

As long as he knows Zhantian's home, he can solve the task assigned to him by the demigod man, and his life will be saved. Oh, my God, that's great.

However, he shook his head and said, "I can't ask. I can't talk to it."

Yu said anxiously, "Can't you hear it?"

Pei Xinhong was afraid that the dragonfly was unintentionally scared and explained, "It's still young, and its spiritual power is too weak to talk to the soul."

He didn't want to let go of Mingming, sat in a chair and thought, "Zhan Tian is homesick, so won't his home refer to the mountain of fog? By the way, where is the mountain of fog?

Pey Xinhong was speechless again. She had to explain: "In the legend of the mountain of fog, it is located at the end of the South China Sea. It is shrouded in thick fog all year round, and people can't find it at all. Moreover, the home of this knife may not be a mountain of fog, because when black iron is forged, its consciousness will also change with the power of the caster's soul, so its home is likely to be the place where he was forged, and of course it may also be the place with the deepest consciousness.

Yu didn't want to look at Zhan Tian, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Then make Ming Ming stronger and ask Zhan Tian for himself."