The interior of Jibing Pavilion is magnificent and surrounded by pearls and greenery.
Various weapons emitting cold light are hung on the ornately decorated walls.
The quality of the weapons displayed in the cabinet is indeed much higher than that outside.
The people visiting inside were all well-dressed and were either powerful warriors or wealthy businessmen with high status.
In the center of the pavilion, there is a huge glass cabinet with a long sword inside.
The blade of this sword is seven feet long, and the hilt is two feet long. The surface of the sword has a texture like ripples in water.
"This Qiushui sword is the proud work of Ji Haonan, the head of the Ji family. It has reached the pinnacle of ordinary weapons!"
When Mu Feng's eyes fell on the Qiushui sword, a figure appeared next to Mu Feng and spoke about the origin of the sword.
Mu Feng looked around and realized that this person was actually the young man in white whom he met at the door.
"I'm Lin Li, do you know your surname?"
The young man in white bowed his hand to Mu Feng with a warm smile on his face.
"Mu Feng!"
Mu Feng answered casually.
"It turns out to be Brother Mu! We are destined to meet each other. Brother Mu and I hit it off at first sight. I am willing to reveal a secret to you!"
Lin Li lowered his voice and said.
"secret?"
Mu Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Li thoughtfully.
"Yes! I wonder if Brother Mu wants to listen?"
Lin Li smiled.
"Tell me!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
The corner of Lin Li's mouth curled up, and he whispered: "Brother Mu should know that there are rumors that there is a spiritual fire sealed in the Ji family, right?"
Mu Feng nodded, his eyes slightly focused, and he looked deeply at Lin Li.
"This rumor is true, and I happen to know the place where the Ji family's spiritual fire is sealed!"
Lin Li said with a smile.
"Where?"
Mu Feng asked with interest.
"It's in Jibing Pavilion! Jibing Pavilion is the largest property of the Ji family. It is divided into three floors! The first floor is where weapons are sold and displayed, the second floor is where weapons are cast, and the third floor
It is the most mysterious."
When Lin Li said this, he suddenly stopped.
"You mean, the spiritual fire is sealed on the third floor of Jibing Pavilion?"
Mu Feng said thoughtfully.
"Brother Mu is really smart! The Ji family's spiritual fire is hidden on the third floor of Jibing Pavilion! And I know how to enter the third floor. Will Brother Mu be willing to follow me to the third floor to see the spiritual fire?"
When Lin Li said this, his eyes became intense.
Spiritual fire is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth. It is said that the lowest level of spiritual fire has a temperature several times higher than ordinary flames.
Many people may not see this kind of spiritual creature once in their lifetime.
Mu Feng took a deep look at Lin Li, sneered in his heart, and said: "The spiritual fire is of great importance. If it is really sealed on the third floor, it is probably not accessible to outsiders at will. Why do you know so much about it?"
Lin Li met him by chance and wanted to take him to see the spiritual fire. It was really suspicious.
Lin Li was calm and said in a low voice: "Brother Mu doesn't know something. I have a good relationship with several elders of the Ji family. If I want to visit, they are willing to take me there! I also saw that Brother Mu and I hit it off, so I am willing to take him."
Go ahead, if Brother Mu can’t trust me, I won’t force him!”
"Then I'll let you go and have a look!"
Mu Feng said calmly.
No matter what Lin Li's purpose is, as long as he can really see the spiritual fire, he will have a way to control it.
Under the threat of spiritual fire, all conspiracies are revealed.
Seeing Mu Feng agree, Lin Li was overjoyed, and immediately said in a low voice: "Without further delay, Brother Mu, come with me!"
With that said, Lin Li led Mu Feng quickly towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
Strangely enough, there was no one at the stairs to the second floor, and the two of them arrived at the second floor of Jibing Pavilion unimpeded.
As soon as we entered the second floor, a hot breeze hit us.
Only then did Mu Feng realize that there were more than a dozen forging platforms placed on the huge second floor.
Each forging platform has three craftsmen, who are responsible for washing sand, making iron, forging steel, etc. It can be said that there is a clear division of labor.
The clanking sound of iron tools colliding with metal kept ringing, clearer and farther away.
When the two of them walked to the stairs leading to the third floor, a middle-aged man in black robe stopped in front.
"Lin Li, what do you mean?
I only agree to let you enter the third floor, who is this person?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Mu Feng with an unhappy expression.
"Elder Ji Hong, this is my friend Mu Feng! He has also been fascinated by spiritual fire for a long time. Can you be accommodating?"
Lin Li showed a flattering smile and handed Ji Hong a palm-sized money bag.
Ji Hong put away the money bag without leaving a trace, nodded and said: "In that case, I will give you a face! However, the third floor is the important place of the Ji family, and you cannot carry weapons. Please hand over your weapons first, and then I can bring them."
You go up!"
Lin Li nodded, untied the sword from his waist, and handed it to the middle-aged man readily.
Mu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained motionless.
"Brother Mu, what's wrong?
Please hand over your weapons first!"
Seeing that Mu Feng was motionless, Lin Li couldn't help but urge.
"Hmph! If you don't pay, then leave!"
Ji Hong said displeased.
"Is there really a spiritual fire on the third floor?"
Mu Feng looked at Ji Hong and asked calmly.
Ji Hong was startled, then sneered: "If you don't believe it, why are you here!"
"Take it!"
Mu Feng nodded and simply threw the broken sword in his hand to Ji Hong.
"Come with me!"
Ji Hong put away the broken sword, turned around and walked along the stairs towards the third floor.
Mu Feng and Lin Li followed closely behind.
The third floor is extremely empty, and the most conspicuous thing is a huge stove standing in the center.
The stove is three feet high and two feet wide. It is made of heavy bronze and is square in shape. The surface is carved with scenes of dragons and phoenixes competing.
Each of the four sides of the stove has a half-foot-long transparent surface.
Through the transparent surface, Mu Feng and Lin Li saw the flames raging in the furnace.
This fire is very strange. The outer flame is the same as an ordinary flame, but the center of the flame is purple.
"This spiritual fire is called Purple Heart Fire. It was passed down from the ancestors of my Ji family and has been passed down for hundreds of years!"
Ji Hong pointed to the bronze stove.
"Yellow Level Spirit Fire..." Mu Feng murmured to himself, feeling a little disappointed.
The levels of spiritual fire are the same as that of spiritual soldiers, which are also divided into eight levels: Huang, Xuan, Tian, Wang, Zun, Huang, Zong and Emperor.
The yellow-level spiritual fire may not be able to completely smelt the blood seal throat.
However, relying on the Purple Heart Fire, Mu Feng was confident that he could smelt the blood-seal throat part to greatly increase its power.
Kick, kick, kick! Suddenly, there were bursts of rapid footsteps coming from the stairs.
I saw more than a dozen warriors full of aura, holding long swords, surrounding Mu Feng.
"You are so brave, you dare to break into the third floor of Ji Bing Pavilion, which is the important place of the Ji family!"
At the head of the team, a young man with a mustache pointed his sword at Mu Feng and shouted loudly.
Mu Feng's eyes were calm and he couldn't help but look at Ji Hong and Lin Li, only to find that they were standing outside the encirclement.
"Ji Hong, Lin Li! Is this why you brought me here, to frame me?"
Mu Feng sneered.
Before entering this place, Mu Feng had already guessed that Ji Hong and Lin Li had bad intentions.
The reason why he came here was just to see the Ji family's spiritual fire.
The young man with a mustache couldn't help but look at Ji Hong, wondering: "Elder Ji Hong, what on earth is going on?
But you sent someone to inform me that someone broke into the third floor of Jibing Pavilion, why did you say you brought him?"
Ji Hong said calmly: "Captain Ji Wu, this guy is talking nonsense, do you believe it?
I don’t know how this guy secretly broke into the third floor. When I arrived, he was already here and preparing to destroy the stove."
Lin Li also said quickly: "Elder Ji Hong is right. We don't know this kid. Elder Ji Hong and I entered the third floor to stop him."
Hearing this, Ji Wu was furious and looked at Mu Feng and said: "What a cunning thief. You must have taken advantage of the treasure conference to break into the third floor and cause damage. You are so audacious!"
Mu Feng's eyes remained calm. He looked at Ji Hong and Lin Li outside and saw the amusement in their eyes.
"Did Ji Ling ask you to do this?"
Mu Feng asked calmly.
Ji Hong sneered and said: "You little bastard, you broke into the third floor of Ji Bing Pavilion for no reason. You clearly have sinister intentions. Now you want to shift the responsibility to Master Ji Ling. You are so vicious!"
Mu Feng sneered in his heart, who is the evil one and who is shirking responsibility?
This Ji Hong is so shameless! "Let's catch you without mercy! Now, you have nowhere to escape! If you dare to resist, I will kill you on the spot in accordance with the laws of the Ji family!"
Ji Wu looked at Mu Feng coldly, and a powerful aura surged violently from his body.
Mu Feng noticed that ten golden lifelines emerged from Ji Wu's body.
Ji Wu was actually a warrior with the tenth level of lifeblood.
"You'd better not do anything, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
Mu Feng put his hands behind his back. His eyes did not look at Ji Wu, but passed through the surroundings and landed on the huge stove in the center.
With the spiritual fire nearby, whoever touches him is seeking death! "Arrogant!"
Ji Wu was furious, with murderous intent deep in his eyes. He stepped forward with his right foot, and a cold light burst out from the sword in his hand...