The moment he saw the boy, Ji Hong's pupils shrank slightly and he couldn't help but exclaimed in shock.
Ji Wu held the sword in his right hand, horizontally in front of him, his eyes full of vigilance.
"who is he?"
Ji Haonan frowned slightly and turned to look at Ji Hong.
"Master, this son's name is Mu Feng. It was he who broke into the third floor of the Jibing Pavilion without permission, and ultimately caused the Purple Heart Fire to lose control!"
Ji Hong cupped his hands and explained quickly.
"That's unreasonable! A mere outsider dared to break into the important place of our Ji family and almost caused a big mistake. What crime should you bear?"
Hearing this, Ji Haonan became furious and questioned Mu Feng coldly.
If it weren't for the purple heart fire surrounding Mu Feng on both sides, Ji Haonan would have taken action to capture the former.
"Ancestor, these thieves have ulterior motives and want to destroy the foundation of our Ji family! Please take action, Ancestor, and capture this son!"
Ji Hong came to the sloppy old man, knelt on the ground and said excitedly.
The sloppy old man looked down at Ji Hong in front of him, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said calmly:
"You said he broke into the third floor of Jibing Pavilion without permission? Then why are there no signs of fighting on the stairs on the second and third floors?"
"this……"
Ji Hong was stunned. He did not expect that his ancestor would suddenly question him.
Ji Haonan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately reacted when the sloppy old man mentioned it.
Jibing Pavilion has always been heavily guarded. Let alone a person, even a fly may not be able to enter the third floor unimpeded.
But Mu Feng managed to enter the third floor smoothly without any obstruction, which was indeed a bit abnormal.
"Also, where did the broken sword hanging from your waist come from?"
The sloppy old man pointed at the broken sword at Ji Hong's waist, his eyes becoming cold and stern.
Ji Hong's eyes flickered and he gritted his teeth and said, "Reporting to my ancestor, I accidentally found the Broken Sword at the Treasure Weapons Conference."
The sloppy old man smiled, but his smile was very cold.
boom!
The sloppy old man waved his sleeves, and powerful energy shot out. Ji Hong flew backwards, blood flowed from his mouth, and he hit the wall hard.
Ji Hong reluctantly got up, his eyes puzzled. He looked at the sloppy old man.
He didn't understand why the ancestor wanted to attack him.
"What nonsense! I gave this broken sword to this young master! Now, you tell me that you got it? How ridiculous!"
The sloppy old man's whole aura changed, like a sharp sword.
"If you don't tell the truth, I will kill you now!" the sloppy old man said coldly.
Ji Hong's hands and feet were cold, and he could clearly feel the killing intent in the sloppy old man.
He instantly understood that the ancestor was not threatening him, but was serious about it.
"Ancestor! I was wrong, please spare my life!" Ji Hong kowtowed repeatedly.
"Say!" the sloppy old man shouted coldly.
"I said!"
Ji Hong was already frightened out of his wits and told the truth exactly.
Ji Haonan became more and more surprised as he listened. He did not expect that everything was done by Ji Hong and Lin Li, just to frame Mu Feng.
However, they didn't expect that they would screw up in the end, causing the Purple Heart Fire to get out of control and lead to a big mistake.
"Ji Wu, take down Ji Hong and Lin Li!" Ji Haonan said with a gloomy expression.
Ji Wu nodded and led more than ten people to take down Lin Li and Ji Hong.
"Although this matter is Lin Li and Ji Hong's fault, you are also at fault, Mu Feng!"
Ji Haonan put his hands behind his back and looked at Mu Feng calmly.
"Am I wrong?" Mu Feng sneered.
From beginning to end, Mu Feng was the victim!
Now that the truth has been revealed, Ji Haonan also said that he was at fault, which made Mu Feng feel slightly cold in his heart.
"If it weren't for you, the Purple Heart Fire wouldn't have gotten out of control. Why don't you admit your mistake? Now, just surrender and wait for the consequences!"
Ji Haonan looked unhappy, thinking that Mu Feng was really ungrateful.
"Ji Haonan, shut up!"
The sloppy old man shouted softly
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Ji Haonan's face changed slightly, but he did not dare to disobey his ancestor's words, but he was dissatisfied in his heart.
"I, Ji Wenshu, thank you for your guidance and enlightenment! Master, please accept my bow!"
The sloppy old man suddenly knelt down in front of Mu Feng and bowed heavily.
The majesty on his face was completely replaced by enthusiasm and admiration.
At this moment, the whole place was eerily quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
Ji Haonan, Ji Wu, Ji Hong and others looked at this scene in disbelief with their mouths wide open.
Ji Wenshu, their ancestor, the most powerful weapon-refining master of the Ji family.
At this moment, he was kneeling in front of a young man.
"Old Ancestor, what are you doing? How virtuous and capable is this son to be able to withstand your worship?"
Ji Haonan quickly came to Ji Wenshu's side and said incredulously.
"Ji Haonan, kneel down too! The man in front of you is a real master spiritual craftsman, and he deserves my respect!" Ji Wenshu said seriously.
"Ancestor, your eyesight is dim! How old is this boy? How old is he? He is not worthy!" Ji Haonan said with a gloomy expression.
Ji Wu, Ji Hong and others also felt that Ji Wenshu was too ridiculous.
A spiritual craftsman is so noble and rare!
The Ji family has been making a living by refining weapons for generations. In its hundreds of years of history, there has only been one spiritual craftsman from our ancestors. The rest of the descendants have never been able to reach the threshold of being a spiritual craftsman in their entire lives.
Now, Ji Wenshu actually said that the sixteen-year-old boy in front of him was a master spiritual craftsman. It was really ridiculous.
"Ji Haonan! Are your wings stiff? You don't even listen to my words! You still don't kneel down!"
Ji Wenshu was furious, slapped Ji Haonan on the face, and shouted loudly, showing his majesty.
Ji Haonan's body trembled, he gritted his teeth, but he still followed the instructions and knelt down.
"Mu Feng! If it weren't for my ancestor's order, I wouldn't be able to kneel to you!" Ji Haonan said coldly.
When Ji Wu, Ji Hong and others saw this, they all knelt down reluctantly. Mu Feng took a deep look at Ji Wenshu. How could he not see that Ji Wenshu was expressing his attitude?
"Ji Wenshu, you are interested! When you refine the spiritual weapon again, come and let me know!" Mu Feng said lightly.
Ji Wenshu was overjoyed. The reason why he went through so much trouble and lost face was just because of Mu Feng's words.
He is only half a step away from being a spiritual craftsman!
As long as the spiritual weapon is successfully refined, he will officially enter the field of spiritual craftsman.
Mu Feng was able to talk about the mistakes made in the Broken Sword, which shows that his weapon refining skills are superior to his.
If he can get on-site guidance from Mu Feng, his success rate in refining the spiritual weapon will be greatly improved.
"Purple Heart Fire, I'll borrow it first! I'll return it to you when I use it up!"
As Mu Feng spoke, he tapped the five fingers of his right hand, and saw that the purple heart fire raging on the third floor suddenly shrank rapidly.
Under the shocked gazes of Ji Wenshu, Ji Haonan and others, the Purple Heart Fire turned into the size of a palm and landed on Mu Feng's palm.
What shocked them even more was that when Mu Feng fiddled with his fingers at will, the Purple Heart Fire dispersed into five small flames, jumping among each other on his fingertips.
The terrifying Purple Heart Fire, in Mu Feng's hands, turned into an obedient little sheep, to be played with at will.
This kind of fire control technique is simply shocking.
"He...is really a master spiritual craftsman?"
Ji Haonan looked dull, still in shock.
He is the head of the Ji family, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to control the Purple Heart Fire.
Even for Ji Wenshu, it takes a lot of effort to control the Purple Heart Fire, and he is even often burned by the Purple Heart Fire!
At this moment, Mu Feng looked relaxed and played with the Purple Heart Fire between his palms.
Ordinary spiritual craftsmen may not be able to reach the level of Mu Feng!
Ji Haonan finally believed Ji Wenshu's words, he was really a master spiritual craftsman!
Ji Wenshu's eyes flashed and he said in awe: "Master, you're welcome! Feel free to use the Purple Heart Fire!"
At this moment, Ji Wenshu's name for Mu Feng completely changed.