Chapter 680

Ouyezi is determined to use the rest of his life to forge three famous swords. No matter how Dr. Sun persuades him, it is useless. People can only sigh that once the belief of the ancients is established, it is really not generally strong. Since ouyezi insists, let him go.

"Keke, Dr. Sun, I heard that the master of sword casting, Ou Yezi, once made ten famous swords. Can you help me to ask where those swords are? I want to look forward to them!" The three swords had not yet been cast. Chu Han began to think of other swords. It seems that seven of the ten famous swords in the legend were made by Ou Yezi.

Dr. Sun said with a smile: "ha ha, actually I'm very curious. Wait a minute. Wow in the room!" He called Ou Yezi over and began to communicate in each other's language.

later, Dr. Sun showed a strange look: "small Chu, ah, may disappoint you, people just started, next year is going to go out, usually is to help the tribe cast some hoes shovel and other farm tools."

"That's it Chu Han was really disappointed, but seeing Ou Yezi himself was enough for him to be excited: "it's OK. Anyway, there are flying stones outside this day. I'm very satisfied to see the birth of the three swords with my own eyes."

"Shangxian, we should cut off the flying stone while it's still hot. It's convenient to take it away!" Ou Yezi's eyes scan the meteorite there from time to time. After chatting with the people, he can't help passing.

"Cut it off?" After Dr. Sun finished his translation, everyone felt very surprised, let alone in ancient times. Even in the 21st century, there were no small tools that could directly cut meteorites.

Chu Han looked suspiciously at Ou Yezi and the people he brought with him. They seemed to have no other tools in their hands except bamboo bows and arrows, and they didn't know how to cut them.

"OK, you can deal with it first." Ouyezi doesn't look like a liar. People's curiosity is aroused and Dr. Sun agrees to ouyezi's request.

"Thank you, immortal!" Ou Yezi piously waved to the crowd, then said hello to the people behind him. In the room, he said a series of meaningless vernacular.

Clang, clang! Ouyezi's clansmen responded together. At the same time, they untied the arrow they were carrying. With a slight button at the bottom, they pulled down a very thin black stone piece. The edge of the stone piece looked very sharp, and their actions were very careful.

"Obsidian?" Dr. Wu seemed to recognize this kind of material, so he let out a low cry. Seeing that Chu Han was puzzled, he explained: "Oh, obsidian is a kind of volcanic crystal, also known as Dragon Crystal and Shisheng stone. Its main component is silica. It is very fragile and sharp. In ancient society, it was made into stone knives, stone daggers and other tools, mainly used to cut meat."

Chu Han nodded blankly: "so it is. Can Obsidian cut meteorites?" He's still a little unbelievable. No matter how sharp obsidian is, it's still silicon dioxide in essence. It's similar to glass structure, so its hardness should not be high.

Dr. Wu frowned and said, "I'm also very surprised that the cutting tools made of obsidian can't be used to cut hard objects at all. Maybe the obsidian in their hands is specially processed."

While speaking, Ou Yezi had already taken those people to jump into the crater. First, he danced around the meteorite for several times, and then he began to kneel on the ground and pray to heaven.

Then, with Ou Yezi's murmuring, those people began to cut their fingers with Obsidian at the same time. The blood was absorbed by obsidian and sent out a strange red light.

"Wow in the room!" Ou Yezi bowed to the sky excitedly for several times, and then began to direct those people to cut meteorites. A strange scene appeared. The hard meteorites turned into tofu, and were easily cut into small pieces by obsidian.

Chu Han was stunned. Dr. Wu murmured, "this is unscientific. Where have we come to?"

When they heard the words, their faces changed. Nangong Rui looked at Chu Han and said, "Hey, is this the earth?"

Chu Han's brain was running at full speed. Recalling his previous experience, he said uncertainly: "maybe, maybe, maybe, we have come to a parallel space-time?"

"It's not possible, it's certain!" Dr. Wu became excited: "if I guess correctly, in this time and space, the period of gods and demons is not over. Fang Shi, who is called Jie, can really communicate with God, and God also exists!"

People's expressions became more complicated. They were excited and flustered. Mr. Zhong looked at the sky with great caution: "well, with our strength, it's OK to stay for five or six years at the end of the spring and Autumn period, but if there are gods and demons that greatly surpass the natural forces, the situation will not be so optimistic."

Chu Han also heard his heart thumping. When he met an immortal, he said that if he met a monster who liked to dig his heart and lungs, he had every reason to believe that he had no chance of winning by himself and the so-called ancient martial arts experts around him.

Everyone was worried, but Ou Yezi over there was very excited. After half an hour, they had finished cutting the meteorite and carried it out in a straw basket made of local materials.

"Shangxian, the flying stones outside the sky have been cut into 360 pieces by us. Casting three famous swords is enough." Ou Yezi stood in front of the crowd, smiling and reporting the results of his work.They all looked at each other. Dr. Wu squeezed out a bitter smile, waved his hand and said, "OK, we know. Now take us to your tribe first." He still has a lot of doubts.

"All right!" Ou Yezi's face changed slightly, but he nodded his head and agreed, and then he called on his people to run towards the direction they came.

"Obsidian indeed!" Chu Han and Dr. Wu Nangong Rui followed them, and some Obsidian came. After observing carefully for a long time, Dr. Wu's expression became more dignified: "it's just that the hardness is not right, it's even harder than refined steel stone!"

Dr. Sun went to ask Ou Yezi, who was still a little nervous and didn't know what was going on, but he laughed: "ha ha, these dragon stones are dug up by us from evil spirits. After giving our blood, we can borrow divine power from heaven and turn them into invincible weapons. The only pity is that we can only borrow them once a month!"

"Evil soul mountain?" People look at each other suspiciously, and they feel more and more that this time and space is abnormal. It seems that this name only appears in myths and legends.