The old man had a huge tummy. Even though 108 roasted a lot of fish, the old man ate them all without rejecting them.
Seeing as the old man had such a good appetite, even He Yiming's craving was aroused. Nevertheless, considering how the old man lamented that he had not eaten cooked food for 40 years, as thick-skinned as he was, he was too embarrassed to share a bite with the old man.
The fish were caught by Baozhu, he was the one who provided the seasonings, and even the roasting was done by 108. Even so, He Yiming respected the old man very much. Therefore, when the old man only asked for a few unimportant grilled fish, He Yiming was more than happy to fulfill his wish.
After half an hour, the old man finally burped and wiped his mouth in satisfaction.
If a normal person had suddenly eaten so many grilled fish after not eating cooked food for 40 years, even if one would not be stuffed to death, one would suffer from a stomachache and diarrhea, and one would poop as much as one ate.
However, the old man was not an ordinary person. He was a Venerable One, and his cultivation base was mysterious and had entered the Saint Realm. Even his internal organs had become as tough as diamond after being continuously cleansed by his essential Qi.
This bit of grilled fish naturally could not harm him at all, but after he was satisfied, an awkward expression suddenly appeared on the old man's face.
Throughout his decades on the deserted island, other than the white horse on the island, he had never met anyone else.
Now that he had eaten so many grilled fish from the old man, he recalled his memories of his travels in the human world, and he naturally blushed.
Needless to say, this was because he had long noticed whether it was He Yiming, 108, or even the little pig, which could catch fish, they were not ordinary people, which was why he had such an expression. If He Yiming and the others were only normal people, the old man would not have cared about such a small matter.
Eating the food of ordinary people was just eating it. It was not a big deal at all. However, it was too embarrassing to be rude in front of an expert of the same level.
He Yiming and 108 didn't look at the old man. They didn't seem to notice the old man's awkwardness at the moment, which made the old man's originally cold heart have a trace of unexpected warmth.
Only Baozhu glared at the old man with its small eyes. All the fish it had caught with great difficulty had been eaten by the old man, and not a single one was given to it. Naturally, it felt indignant. But He Yiming and 108 didn't say anything, so it couldn't do anything.
The old man hesitated for a moment before his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly stood up and ran towards the place where he lived as if he was flying.
The Baozhu came to He Yiming's feet and rubbed it with its long nose, snorting.
It seemed to be complaining. Look at how the old man left after eating, and it was my Baozhu who caught the fish with great difficulty.
He Yiming smiled and rubbed its little head, saying, "Baozhu, if you hadn't eaten grilled fish for 40 years, you would definitely be worse than this."
The Baozhu snorted and came to 108's side to rub its nose.
Although he couldn't understand its words after being with it for so long, he could guess its movements.
The Baozhu should be saying that it was impossible for it to not have grilled fish to eat when it was with 108.
Seeing the little guy's funny performance, He Yiming couldn't help but laugh out loud. However, after a moment, He Yiming stopped laughing and looked in a direction.
A figure flashed in the forest. The old man had returned.
He came in front of He Yiming and reached out his hand. He was holding a huge iron block in his hand. Then, he carefully placed the iron block in front of He Yiming.
When he did that, there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. However, the old man was not an ordinary person. No matter how reluctant he was, since he had made a decision, he would not regret it.
The old man took a deep look at the iron block for the last time, then he turned around and left. In an instant, he disappeared from He Yiming's sight.
He Yiming opened his mouth wide. He was confused by the old man's actions.
Why did the old man return and give him the iron block? Could it be that he wanted to exchange it for the grilled fish that he had just eaten?
Before He Yiming could figure out the relationship between them, the Baozhu grunted and pounced on the iron block without a care for its image. Its front hooves hugged the iron block tightly, just like when it saw 108 for the first time in the past. It hung on 108's body and refused to leave.
He Yiming's heart trembled. Of course, he knew very well what kind of personality the Treasure Pig had. The moment he saw its actions, he understood that this piece of iron was definitely no small matter. It was absolutely impossible for it to be the kind of common goods that could be seen everywhere in the outside world.
He Yiming gently grabbed the Baozhu's neck and pulled it up. However, this little fellow's front hooves were still tightly hugging that piece of metal without letting go. Furthermore, it was staring at He Yiming pitifully with its pair of small eyes, causing him to feel a strange sense of guilt.
It was as if taking the iron block away from the Baozhu's hands was something unforgivable.
He Yiming rolled his eyes and opened the silver ring's space. After a moment, he took out the shortest Dragon-Snake Horn.
He Yiming tossed the Dragon-Snake Horn back and forth in his hands. He didn't even glance at the Baozhu out of the corner of his eyes.
After a while, He Yiming felt something tugging at the bottom of his pants. He looked down and saw the Baozhu holding the iron block in its hands up and down on He Yiming's legs. Its small eyes were fixed on the Dragon-Snake Horn in He Yiming's hands.
He Yiming smiled and put the Dragon-Snake Horn on the Baozhu's hooves as if coaxing a child. He then took the iron block.
When he turned around, he happened to see the pair of gem-like eyes of 108.
For some reason, He Yiming felt that there was a hint of gentleness in those eyes that seemed to be emotionless.
However, when he calmed down and looked at them, those eyes were the same as usual. There was no difference.
He Yiming shook his head. He was very suspicious. Maybe he was mistaken. How could 108 have human emotions?
He Yiming exchanged the iron block with the Dragon-Snake Horn that Baozhu had obtained from the Dragon-Snake Lair. He Yiming weighed it and his expression changed slightly.
The weight of the iron block was far beyond his imagination. It was as if the iron block in his hand was not the size of a fist, but a huge iron stone that was the size of a table.
Frowning and thinking carefully, he recalled the contents of the Rare Treasures Record in his mind.
After a long time, He Yiming's expression changed slightly. He seemed to have seen a description of this kind of item in the Rare Treasures Record.
It was said that in some huge iron mines in the East and West, there would be some ores with extremely high iron content. These ores were much heavier than ordinary iron ores. If there was a Primordial Expert of the fire attribute who continuously refined these iron ores, over time, the purity would become higher and higher. Finally, it would become the Dark Iron, which was known as the king of iron.
Among the five elements, Dark Iron was one of the best materials to train the Divine Soldier of the gold attribute. If a piece of Dark Iron the size of a finger could be put into a Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon, then its hardness would be greatly improved. If the entire Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon was made of Dark Iron …
This possibility was very small, because the amount of ores that could be refined into Dark Iron on the continent was getting fewer and fewer. More importantly, in order to smelt the iron ores, a Primordial Expert of the fire attribute had to use his fire attribute Genuine Qi to train day and night. This was bound to greatly affect the improvement of one's own strength.
Therefore, unless it was in a super sect, it was impossible for anyone to have a large amount of Dark Iron. And in a real sect, it was unlikely that they would waste so much Dark Iron to forge a weapon alone.
Several thoughts flashed through He Yiming's mind in an instant. He even recalled the painful expression on the old man's face when he took out this piece of Dark Iron.
However, since the old man was able to take it out, it meant one thing. Although the Dark Iron was precious, it was not as important as the Dark Iron in the mainland in his eyes.
In a trance, He Yiming thought of the cave in the mountain. At the center of the strange island, no matter how much power the man and the horse exerted, they could not collapse the mountain wall nearby.
He Yiming nodded and looked at the Dark Iron in his hand. He knew there must be plenty of ores that could be used to refine Dark Iron on this nameless island. Given that the old man had stayed on the island for 40 years, he must have refined plenty of Dark Iron.
Given that the old man was a Venerable One, he could not be compared by an ordinary Primordial Fire Mastery Expert, thus he could refine Dark Iron at a much faster speed. After 40 years, the amount of Dark Iron that the old man had accumulated was considerable.
If that was not the case, even if 108's craftsmanship was 10 times better, the old man would not have given him such a precious gift.
After pondering for a long time, He Yiming tossed the Dark Iron to 108 and said, "Brother Bai, this thing is quite hard. If you think it's useful, you can eat some."
Hundred and Eight took it, and his eyes lit up instantly. Like a small sun, the light spun on the iron block for a while, and finally, he stretched out a hand.
His hand shone under the sunlight, and it turned into the tip of a glaive at the next moment.
As he slashed the glaive hard, a third of the iron was cut off.
He put a third of it into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Plop …"
A strange sound was heard coming from not far away. He Yiming and Baozhu were shocked. When they turned to look, they were also dumbfounded and did not know what to do.
Not far behind them, a snow-white horse with a horn on its head widened its eyes and looked at 108 in fear.
Its mouth was wide open, giving off a sluggish feeling.
Under its head, there was a fish that was alive and kicking, struggling for its life on the ground. (To be continued. If you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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