"Zhi Ming, go and check Li Jingfeng's whereabouts. It's time for the sword-making conference, and he should be in Jinwu City."

The girl appeared from the shadow and left silently.

In the second month of the Halloween Club, the main focus is on making tools. The woodworkers include the seven-type competitions of wheels, chariots, craftsmen, carriages, and Zi; the metalworkers include the six-type competitions of Zhu, Ye, Fu, Li, Duan, and Tao.

Among them, duck is the bell making and peach is the sword making. It is a competition that started yesterday, lasting three days.

The shadow assassin Zhiming went down to inquire about the news, and soon found out Li Jingfeng's residence. He was not in Li Sheng's mansion, but accompanied a female swordsman at Guangsha Inn in the city.

At the same time, Zhiming also gave another news.

After hearing this, Zhuanyang frowned: "Did you see that guy? Isn't he interested in smelting artifacts? Why did he suddenly come to the 'The World's No. 1 Fuma Conference'?"

Peng Yu was not interested in making "clock instruments", or was not interested in "Six Classes of Metalworking".

Zhuang, make a knife; Ye family, make arrows, spears, and halberds; Fu family, cast bells; Li family, make measuring instruments; Duan family, make agricultural tools; Tao family, make swords.

In the eyes of immortals like Peng Yu, these things are of too low value. Especially for cutting knives, almost no one uses them today.

That is, agricultural tools and measuring instruments involve the people of the world. As the heir, King Zhao walked through the motions on the day of presiding over the "First Farming Ceremony" and personally went to the conference to reward several newly developed agricultural tools and measuring instruments, demonstrating the importance of the Shenchao on agriculture and commerce.

The remaining four categories are, and Zhuanyang's understanding of Peng Yu is not going to go at all.

"I thought he would be in the Heavenly Palace, but if he was in the city, it would be troublesome if I wanted to do it."

Zhuanyang lowered his head and thought, took out a map to study the locations of the Sword Forging Conference and the Fuzhong Conference, and finally got a problem.

He put away all the trivial tokens on his body and went straight to Awan's residence.

"Do me a favor. Make the incarnation of the mirror spirit to pretend that I am practicing, I want to go out."

“Go out?”

Awan didn't understand why. But when he saw Zhuanyang was anxious, he silently used the technique of the Spirit Mirror.

The water is sparkling, and another "Zhuanyang" appears beside the two.

That person appeared vividly and perfectly simulated Zhuanyang's words and deeds.

Zhuanyang was a little surprised: "Your spiritual mirror technique has improved so quickly? I thought it would take some time for you to make my projection."

Some time ago, I made mirror puppets, and those puppets looked dull and needed to be trained slowly.

Awan lowered her head, her cheeks were a little red.

"Yes, I almost forgot. That person possesses you, you can learn some of her knowledge."

Zhuanyang didn't ask much, and left after saying hello.

Awan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the "Zhuanyang" in front of her, and drove her to Zhuanyang's house.

Of course she has become proficient, and she has been secretly making projections of "Zhuanyang" these days.

Zhuanyang secretly left the Hou's Mansion.

"Zhiming, you don't have to follow."

The girl appeared from the shadow, her face full of confusion.

"I want you to stay in the Marquis' Mansion and stare at the projection, so that he will not cause trouble. Also, if I can't come back within three days, you go to find my elder brother and ask him to save me. Qinglian Tomb, you know."

...

Li Jingfeng accompanied his friend Ou Xiaofen at the inn to discuss the next sword-casting competition.

“Good quality.”

Ou Xiaofen put down the fire and thanked him: "Thanks to the fire you sent, I am confident that I will continue to forge a sword within the remaining thirty-six hours. As agreed, this sword will belong to you."

Li Jingfeng nodded, looking at the materials of all sizes on the table, with expectation in his eyes.

The most important thing for a sword cultivator is a sword.

Although the Yellow Sword Saint of the Green Lotus Sword is easy to use, it is no longer suitable for him now.

He needs to recreate a magic weapon and fairy sword.

"How sure are you sure about the competition with your senior brother?"

"Five-five-know. But his character is not as good as me. This time he deliberately made bad things and damaged my fire and casting tripods. As long as I am ready to play, he can mess up his mind and increase his chances of winning."

The sword casting of this Halloween Club is different from previous years.

In previous years, the Divine Dynasty produced materials, and the sword-casting masters created divine weapons and showed their skills.

But this time, King Cheng asked the swordsman to find materials to cast magic weapons by himself. This method is easy to use external tricks.

Ou Xiaofen appeared on the stage to cast a sword yesterday and found that the fire and cauldron were damaged.

Fortunately, Li Jingfeng sent the fire in time so that she could continue.

"Half of the time is still there, hurry up."

Ou Xiaofen participated in the sword-making conference, one was to make a name for herself and ensure the reputation of the Ou family as the "No. 1 sword-making master in the world". Another reason was to avenge her father.

Her father was the world's number one sword-making master three times before. Not long ago, he was poisoned by his most complacent disciple.

The man wanted to occupy Ou Xiaofen and steal their villa, but fortunately he was rescued by Li Jingfeng and rushed to Jinwu City to participate in the competition.

After thinking about it, Li Jingfeng said again: "It's nothing to fail, don't be too stressful. If you want to take revenge, I can help you introduce King Zhao, and you can just seek justice from him."

"No, I want to win. I want to expose him before the people of the world and ruin him. Then, I will punish him according to the law of God."

Seeing that she was determined, Li Jingfeng was not able to persuade her again.

Just thinking about Ou Xiaofen's experience, he couldn't help but think of himself.

The villagers in Lijia Village were harmed by others, and they could not kill those aristocratic families until now, nor could they use the law of the God Dynasty to avenge them.

In the afternoon, Li Jingfeng personally sent Ou Xiaofen to the venue.

After seeing that Ou Xiaofen was focused on making swords and no accidents, Li Jingfeng planned to find a place to have tea.

Suddenly, a chill broke out in his heart, and he used the Qinglian sword intent without thinking.

The cold mysterious energy surged in all directions, and the exclamations of passers-by around were completely isolated from the realm of the qi.

Familiar, too familiar.

"It's you?"

Li Jingfeng's eyes were filled with shock and anger.

Back then, someone attacked him in Taiwei Realm. If he hadn't flashed quickly and was rescued by the old master, he would have died on the spot.

"Ling Tian Jiu Transformation! It's indeed a member of the Lingyang Hou family!"

The same cold air, the same attack method. But this time, Li Jingfeng knew how to crack it.

He had been thinking about this trick of killing himself for decades and could already be broken with the Qinglian sword intent!

The elegant green light bloomed in the cold wave, and wisps of extremely fierce killing sword intent burst out. While destroying the cold wave, a shadow was forced out.

Li Jingfeng quickly used his sword and rushed over in the same way as he died together.

"Who is it? Let's show your true face this time!"

The yellow sword activated the sword saint's Taoist intention, and a trance was a free sword saint standing behind Li Jingfeng and reciting a poem.

With the poem, the Qinglian Sword Domain spreads out, completely locking the retreat of the shadows to escape.

Click

The space collapses, the sword lotus and the sword saint projection are annihilated together with the mysterious energy itself.

A hand stuck out from the shadow, crushed Li Jingfeng's heart, and used the sword finger to cut off his right arm, and took away the yellow sword.

The whole set of actions was straightforward and neat. The moment Li Jingfeng broke the "Lingtian Jiuhua" and was killed by the assassin.

One blow, just one blow completely defeat yourself. Even the world of the Sword Saint was destroyed!

When Li Jingfeng lost consciousness, he recalled everyone in the Lingyang Marquis' Mansion in his mind. Even those two martial saints did not have such a way!

Fake, this is a fake identity!

...

The mysterious energy dissipates and the shadow leaves.

Li Jingfeng fell to the ground, and the people around him quickly informed Jinwu Guard.

However, Jinwuwei was originally the manager of Zhuanyang. When they came over, Li Jingfeng's atmosphere was gone.

After putting away the yellow sword, Zhuanyang did not dare to use the teleportation array, so he directly used his light skills to leave the city. He grabbed a spirit tiger outside and used the "Tiger Tools of All Spirits" given by his elder brother to rush to Qinglian's tomb.

...

At the world's No. 1 bell casting conference, Peng Yu sat lazily on the throne and talked to the eldest princess.

"So, my father admitted that? Jin Niansheng's ancestors were indeed that baby girl?"

It is confirmed that the father did not kill Princess Yu Jia's daughter, Princess Zhennan was in a similar mood to Kunlie.

Subtle, very delicate.
To be continued...