Chapter 359 Burn burn Hearing Feng Lao's words, Feng Qingge's eyes suddenly widened in surprise. et What kind of approach is this?
"Sometimes, what seems to be the most unreliable approach is the most reliable."
Expecting that Feng Tingge would be this reaction, Feng Lao opened his mouth with a smile.
The corners of Feng Tingge's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the iron piece in his hand, and then looked at Feng Lao's sinister old face.
When Yu Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of the medicine pod on the table, he suddenly froze.
Suddenly, hindsight realized I burned the Iron Leaf Orchid for so long just now, and this piece of iron was also in the Purple Lotus Fire Ding, and there was not even a trace of melting.
Feng Qingge's eyes flashed, and he narrowed his eyes silently.
"What's the matter, whether the girl burns or not" Feng Lao opened his mouth unhurriedly.
"Burn."
Feng Qingge gritted his teeth and was ruthless, and handed the rusty piece of iron to Feng Lao.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, girl, look at it."
With a wave of the old man's palm, the piece of iron quietly suspended in midair.
Feng Lao smiled "hey, hey, hey", and a wisp of inky black flames popped out of his hand, wrapping towards the piece of iron.
In the room, with the appearance of the inky black flame, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rose rapidly.
The inky black flame, like an iron pot, densely wrapped the iron pieces inside.
As time passed, its rusty iron pieces quickly began to melt.
"It worked."
Looking at the pieces of iron that began to melt gradually, Feng Tingge's eyes lit up.
A pair of clear eyes, staring closely at the flame in Feng Lao's hand, revealing a touch of envy in his eyes.
You know, it took me ten minutes just now, and this piece of iron didn't even melt the corners.
But now, the inky black flame only burned for half a minute, and the piece of iron had completely melted.
Thinking of the "Alien Fire" recorded in the books borrowed from the Library Pavilion, Feng Qinge's heart suddenly surged with admiration.
Obviously, the inky black flame in Feng Lao's hand also belonged to a kind of "alien fire".
Thinking about it, the five-centimeter-square piece of iron had completely melted into a liquid state.
The gray-brown liquid was suspended in the air, but not a drop fell, and it continued to burn rapidly under the inky black flames. burst After about five minutes, there was a sudden "poof" sound from the gray-brown liquid.
The rusty iron pieces were completely gone.
In the inky black flames, a piece of brown palm-sized parchment slowly floated down in mid-air and fell towards the table.
"Hey, hey, it's done."
Looking at the old brown parchment in front of him, Feng Lao smiled and waved his palm, and the flames in mid-air suddenly disappeared.
"This is, a map" Reaching out to pick up the brown parchment, Feng Tingge looked carefully at it.
I saw this parchment, I don't know what year it was drawn, the corners have been yellowed and faintly faint, and the paving in the pages reveals a sense of ancient vicissitudes.
The yellow-brown paper with zigzag lines drawn on it can be seen as the outline of a map.
But this map is obviously incomplete, just a fragment.
"It's just a mutilated map, why hide in such a hidden place" Looking at the edges of the parchment, those obviously broken lines, Feng Tingge was puzzled
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