Chapter 870 The enemy comes! Isn’t this a coincidence?!

The old man's words made Chu Feng's heart surge.

I wish I could compete with countless peerless geniuses right away.

These days, by hitting iron every day, Chu Feng has almost forgotten what it feels like to hit someone!

And the secret of the ancient ruins is also a top priority!

If you can understand some secrets in advance, your actions will be smoother!

There may also be hidden secrets of the lost ancient human race!

When it comes to the future of the earth, Chu Feng cannot afford to be careless.

And if there is news about the fragments of the Yin Yang Tiandaozhu among these ruins, we cannot miss it.

Tianshuyuan also captured this mentality of everyone, so there was no need to worry about no one participating.

Chu Feng is also bound to win!

The old man continued.

"Tianshuyuan will also select the outstanding ones among the contestants to join Tianshuyuan. Of course, it is all voluntary."

This is exactly what Chu Feng wants.

After all, only if you join Tianshuyuan, the teleportation tickets will be discounted!

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng couldn't wait to ask.

"Old man, do you know when this trial will start?"

The old man rolled his eyes at Chu Feng angrily.

I know that this guy probably has no intention of working with me now.

"Don't worry, I'll ask you something."

As he said that, the old man took out an ultra-high-end communication device, which was obviously much more advanced than Chu Feng's one.

I fiddled with it a few times, and not long after, news came back.

The old man glanced at it, suddenly happy at the corner of his mouth, and then said.

"Fifteen days later! Very good, very good. After such a long time, you just happened to study these two peerless magic weapons with me!"

Chu Feng's face fell. It still takes so long?

Then there is no choice but to continue to forge.

The magic weapon that happened to be promised to Tianbao Pavilion must be built as soon as possible.

Chu Feng could only be patient again and start his boring blacksmithing career day after day.

This time, the old man did not attack Chu Feng again.

Instead, he devoted himself to studying how to perfectly integrate the two magic weapons.

This is a troublesome matter, but the old man enjoys it very much. From time to time, he will pull Chu Feng to test the various characteristics of the two knives together.

The years slip away secretly in this monotonous but busy time.

Soon, another fourteen days passed.

On the top floor of the ancient forging tower, a muscular figure suddenly let out a low cry and slammed down the hammer in his hand.

In an instant, there was a roar of a golden dragon.

Boom!

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

The next moment, only Qiu Jin's figure was seen, walking out slowly, holding a eight-foot-long spear in his hand, like a general returning from a hundred battles victorious on the battlefield!

"Huh... in fourteen days, four top-grade divine weapons and two divine monarch-level divine weapons should be ready for battle!"

As he said that, Chu Feng casually threw the spear in his hand to the corner.

The majestic divine king-level divine weapon, in Chu Feng's case, really has no scene at all.

He clapped his hands.

Chu Feng casually shouted behind him.

"Old man, I'm going out to participate in the trial."

The words fell, but there was no response.

Chu Feng is also used to it.

The old man seems to be going crazy these days.

Holding two big knives every day, forgetting to eat and sleep, day and night, I am almost obsessed!

It seems that now I am not satisfied with just perfect integration!

This old man even wants to sublimate it!

He said that he wanted to forge a truly peerless magic weapon!

Anyway, Chu Feng was quite frightened by the old man's crazy idea.

If this fails, will my two knives be able to return to my hands alive?

Not sure!

He stopped the old man's crazy idea with his righteous words.

But it still leaves a leeway.

This time it's just fusion anyway, there aren't many places that really need forging.

If you want to continue tempering in the future, you must let the old man come!

Only in this way can the old man give up.

But he still tried his best to create a perfect artifact from his own hands!

Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh.

This old man is quite a buddy.

If you are busy, you are really helping to death!

Walking out of the ancient forging tower leisurely, Chu Feng was not familiar with Tianshuyuan, so he could only go back to find Mo Tianji and others first.

But when Chu Feng returned to his residence, he found that there was no one there.

Not only was Mo Tianji gone, but everyone else had gone as well.

It stands to reason that Yu and the others do not have the status of students, so where can they go in the academy today?

Could it be that you went out to play?

But these guys, Chu Feng, knew that the trial was about to begin, and they couldn't possibly run around without caring about the overall situation.

Chu Feng vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He quickly took out his communication device and asked Mo Tianji.

Soon, I got a reply.

"Boss, come to the gate of Tianshuyuan, Yu and the others are about to start a fight with the people from Moshi Palace!"

Chu Feng frowned.

The people from Mo Shi Palace have also arrived?

This is expected, but why does the contradiction suddenly occur?

Confused in his heart, Chu Feng also rushed towards the gate without stopping.

From a distance, Chu Feng saw a crowd of people surrounding the entrance of Tianshuyuan.

It seems like two waves of people are confronting each other.

One side is Yu and others, while the other side is a group of men in long robes and black clothes, with different shapes.

Suddenly, a banging sound came.

"You killed my only son. Today, I, Yin Sheng, will take your heads to pay homage to my son's spirit in heaven!"

"Dongfang Fox! Do you really want to collude with these foreign tribes and stop me?! You are traitorous to the tribe!"

heard these words.

Chu Feng was stunned at first.

Kill his son?

When did it happen?

Along the way, Chu Feng and the others had killed too many people. How could they still remember who was whose son?
To be continued...