Son-in-law, God-Emperor

Xiao Fan was startled...

Danger?

What dangers could there be?

Obviously he didn't understand what danger Bei Ming meant.

Bei Ming obviously had no intention of explaining, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly...

at this time...

I saw magma rolling out of the huge furnace, and the entire secret room became what it was before.

The scorching temperature suddenly returned to its original state.

Xiao Fan frowned, and immediately started to use his spiritual energy to fight against the terrifying heat...

Beiming thought, and the prototype of the long sword floated in front of him.

He looked at the prototype of the long sword carefully.

More than ten breaths later, Bei Ming patted his storage bag, and a huge hammer appeared in his right hand.

The prototype of the long sword fell on the stove...

The huge fire was scorching, Bei Ming held the hammer in one hand, and grabbed the hilt of the prototype long sword with the other hand...

Then hit it hard with a hammer...

"boom"...

A terrifying loud noise was heard, and in an instant, the entire secret room shook violently.

The ground shook, and Xiao Fan felt as if his chest was hit by a hammer, and the blood all over his body rolled rapidly.

In an instant, his face turned red, his spiritual power was chaotic, and coupled with the violent vibration, his body staggered and almost fell to the ground...

But this is just the beginning!

"boom"....

A second loud noise came out, and Beiming hit the sword with a hammer...

"puff"...

Xiao Fan couldn't control it and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He retreated suddenly, but barely managed to stand still and almost fell down...

Beiming glanced at Xiao Fan with his peripheral vision, his eyes full of surprise...

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he continued to hit with the giant hammer!

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"....

The stove is like a blacksmithing platform at this time, supporting the huge force of Beiming's hammer after hammer!

The scorching heat was already unbearable for Xiao Fan, coupled with the huge shock caused by the huge impact now.

Finally, at the fifth blow, Xiao Fan failed to hold on and sat down on the ground.

More blood spurted out of his mouth...

He was not careless for a moment, and was always using his spiritual power to protect his heart and resist the scorching heat.

Xiao Fan deeply felt the danger at this time.

He had a feeling that if he relaxed for a moment at this moment, or he would be knocked unconscious by a huge impact...

Although he would not die, he would still be seriously injured...

Beiming obviously knew this, so he paid attention to Xiao Fan's condition every time the hammer fell.

Now Xiao Fan's appearance was naturally noticed by him.

However, he had no intention of stopping and continued to hit the sword with the hammer...

Xiao Fan tried to stand up, but every time he stood up halfway, the huge sound from the collision of the hammer and the long sword always shook his internal organs to tremble crazily, causing him to fail repeatedly and sit on the ground again and again.

"Boom" "Boom"...

After two more hammer blows, Xiao Fan spurted blood.

The burns that had just healed outside his body reappeared, and he was now pale due to coughing up a lot of blood...

"Elder...elder!"

Xiao Fan said with an ugly expression. He could no longer hold on any longer. It was estimated that if he hit Beiming with a few more blows, he would pass out.

And he had no idea what Bei Ming meant by this opportunity.

Are you going to kill him?

Bei Ming did not continue hammering, but turned around and glanced at Xiao Fan. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Good boy, it's been ten hammers, and you're still fine... I see you look like this, how many more hammers can you still hold on to?" live!"

Having said that, Beiming continued to swing the huge hammer down...

Xiao Fan: "..."

In his heart, thousands of horses were galloping, greeting the eighteen generations of Beiming's ancestors.

How do you feel like you're okay?

But before he could continue to speak...

"boom"...

Beiming's next hammer has fallen.

"puff"...

The huge impact made him cough up another mouthful of blood, and this time he almost fainted.

"Boom" "Boom"...

Bei Ming continued to beat, and even a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His Yuanhun realm is like this, not to mention that Xiao Fan is only in the Heaven-reaching realm now...

And it’s still the first level of Tongtian Realm!

And outside the secret room...

The expressions of a group of disciples from Bailian Peak changed drastically, and they looked towards the secret room with disbelief.

There were already more than ten loud hammer sounds coming from the secret room.

It shook the entire Bailian Peak...

"Are you sure you are not dazzled? A disciple followed you in just now?"

Someone asked doubtfully...

Obviously it is not just one disciple who has this doubt, but most of them do.

"Really, I saw clearly that I did go in."

"I saw it too, and I followed the leader in."

"..."

Those disciples who witnessed Xiao Fan entering the secret room explained...

Their faces were also filled with unconcealable shock.

There are only a handful of people who can enter the secret room at the top of Bailian Peak...

As for the Bailian Peak disciples, they only understand the power of the huge hammer bombardment during weapon refining.

The sound made by Bei Ming, a fifth-grade weapon refiner in the Yuanhun Realm, while refining weapons...

Even for those who are powerful in the Xuandan realm, it is quite difficult to withstand it.

And there is actually one disciple who has persisted inside for so long.

At this moment they suspected...

Does Beiming have a grudge against this disciple?

And it’s a life-and-death feud!