"Are you kidding! Is this broken sword really a spiritual weapon?"
"Walking in the air, only a spiritual soldier can do this! This sword must be a spiritual soldier!"
"..." After a brief silence, the crowd was completely excited.
Everyone looked at Broken Sword with intense eyes.
Spiritual soldiers, those are spiritual weapons that surpass all weapons.
It is said that powerful spiritual soldiers can control the sky for nine days and kill people thousands of miles away.
Even the lowest-level Huang-level spiritual soldiers are enough to make any family in Tongyang City become a top force.
From this we can see how tempting spiritual weapons are to warriors.
Ji Ling came back to his senses, his face turned green and white, and his eyes looking at Mu Feng were full of hatred.
He came here with confidence and wanted to perform well in front of the beauty, but he didn't expect that he would be embarrassed and embarrassed.
"Mr. Ji Ling, your Ji family is sponsoring the treasure conference after all. Now I am being attacked by gangsters. Don't you care?"
Xia Bingxuan's face was as gloomy as water, and she walked slowly, her voice was calm, but every word was filled with murderous intent.
She originally wanted to see Mu Feng make a fool of herself, but unexpectedly, she was tricked by Mu Feng, which made Xia Bingxuan extremely angry.
"Don't worry Bingxuan, I will give you justice!"
Ji Ling quickly comforted Xia Bingxuan, and then looked at Mu Feng and the sloppy old man with cold eyes.
"Have you two had enough trouble?
This is a treasure troupe, not a circus! Don’t think you two have used a trick to deceive me!"
Ji Ling strode to the booth and grabbed the broken sword with his right hand, but was held down by Mu Feng's hand.
"What do you want to do?"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Ji Ling said confidently: "There must be something hidden inside this broken sword. As the eldest son of Ji, I have the responsibility to collect this thing! If you stop me, you are making an enemy of our Ji family. Do you want to die?"
"What if I say no?"
Mu Feng said calmly.
Ji Ling laughed ferociously, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, with seven lifebloods lingering on the surface of his body, shining brightly.
"Then you are looking for death!"
Ji Ling looked at Mu Feng gloomily, his eyes full of contempt and coldness.
"enough!"
Suddenly, the sloppy old man who had been watching indifferently shouted loudly, attracting everyone's attention.
"Old guy, after I clean up this waste, it will be your turn, so there's no need to be in such a hurry!"
Ji Ling gave the sloppy old man a cold look.
Just as Ji Ling finished speaking, a powerful energy swept over him, and then Ji Ling flew into the air and landed heavily dozens of meters away.
Pfft! Ji Ling spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at the sloppy old man with a shocked and angry expression.
At this moment, the sloppy old man seemed to have been reborn, exuding a powerful aura.
"Old guy, you are so brave. I am Ji Ling, the eldest son of Ji. How dare you attack me in this treasure conference!"
Ji Ling's eyes were sinister and he roared angrily.
"Why did Ji Haonan give birth to such a worthless thing like you! It's such a disgrace to the Ji family."
The sloppy old man had a deep look in his eyes, and with a flick of his right hand, Ji Ling screamed, and was thrown out again in embarrassment.
"And you, get out!"
The sloppy old man's eyes fell on Xia Bingxuan not far away, and his voice was cold.
Xia Bingxuan's face changed slightly. She could feel that this old man was no weaker than her father.
"Mu Feng, you are lucky!"
Xia Bingxuan said coldly and left the place in a hurry.
Around the booth, many warriors were watching. After the old man showed his strength, they all stayed away and did not dare to approach.
"Sir, please teach me, I am willing to pay any price!"
The sloppy old man suddenly fell at Mu Feng's feet with a sincere tone.
The Broken Sword is a yellow-level spiritual weapon that the sloppy old man spent countless efforts refining.
Once successful, he can become a true spiritual craftsman.
Unfortunately, the truth is cruel, and he failed in the end.
He thought hard for many years and could not find the reason.
Now, the young man in front of him spoke clearly and gave him hope.
"If my prediction is correct, the main material of this sword should be high-quality yellow copper stone, which is extremely pure and has no impurities! But you just added the step of 'removing impurities', but little did you know that the essence was removed!"
Mu Feng put his hands behind his back, looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground, and continued: "Now, do you know why you failed!"
Huangjing copper stone is one of the basic yellow-level materials and can be used to refine yellow-level spiritual weapons.
They are both yellow jade copper stones, but there are natural differences in quality.
Low-grade and medium-grade chalcopyrite is doped with many impurities, so these impurities need to be removed before smelting to increase the success rate.
However, the high-grade yellow copper stone is of extremely high purity and does not require the ‘removal’ step.
The sloppy old man obviously didn't know this difference, so after getting the high-quality yellow copper stone, he still added the 'removal' step, which led to the final refining failure.
The sloppy old man was shocked. Mu Feng's words were like enlightenment, and he instantly understood.
"Thank you, Master! Thank you..." The sloppy old man kowtowed several times. When he raised his head, he was shocked to find that Mu Feng was no longer there.
In front of him, there were ten silver notes, and the Broken Sword was taken away by Mu Feng.
At this moment, Mu Feng arrived at the door of Jibing Pavilion.
The Treasure Art Conference is divided into an outer court and an inner court.
The outfield is outside the Jibing Pavilion. No invitation is required and any martial artist can visit.
The inner court is in the Jibing Pavilion, and you need an invitation from the Ji family to be eligible to enter.
Anyone who can enter the inner court is basically a well-known figure in Tongyang City.
"Is there an invitation?"
At the door of Jibing Pavilion, two burly men stood. When they saw Mu Feng coming, they immediately stopped him.
Mu Feng took out the invitation and handed it to the two gatekeepers.
The big man guarding the door glanced at the invitation, put it away, and said to Mu Feng, "Come in!"
Mu Feng did not go in, but looked at the two big men and said, "You haven't returned my invitation yet!"
"Brother, you don't know something! All invitations sent out by the Ji family must be taken back."
Next to Mu Feng, at some point, a slender young man in white clothes holding a folding fan appeared.
"This young master is right! It is the rule of our Ji family to recycle invitations!"
The big man guarding the gate made a loud sound and chanted Qi.
"Why don't I know this rule?"
Mu Feng sneered, and the five fingers of his right hand moved together, turning his spiritual power into threads to wrap around the invitation in the guard's hand.
Whoosh! The invitation turned into a black shadow and landed firmly in Mu Feng's palm.
"You...you want to break the rules of our Ji family?"
The big man guarding the gate said angrily.
"Please come out, the head of the Ji family. If he says there is this rule, I will hand over the invitation with both hands. Otherwise, no one can touch my invitation!"
Mu Feng said with cold eyes.
The tall man guarding the gate changed his face slightly and looked at each other in confusion.
"Everyone is here to participate in the treasure conference, so don't make it so unpleasant! You two, give me some respect and let this brother in! Take my invitation!"
The young man in white quickly came out to smooth things over and handed the invitation to the two big men guarding the gate.
"Hmph! For Mr. Lin's sake, I won't accept your invitation for the time being! Come in!"
One of the tall gatekeepers snorted coldly and said impatiently to Mu Feng.
Mu Feng took a deep look at the young man in white and sneered secretly in his heart.
With his sharp eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the invitation from the young man in white was fake. It looked the same as the invitation in his hand, but in fact there were some slight differences.
Even he could tell the authenticity of the invitation, but Mu Feng didn't believe that the gatekeeper couldn't.
But the big man guarding the gate said nothing, which in itself explains the problem.
"I would like to see what other tricks you want to play!"
Mu Feng secretly thought in his mind and stepped into Ji Bing Pavilion without saying a word.
The moment he stepped into the pavilion, the tall man guarding the door and the young man in white looked at each other, both showing cold smiles.