Murong Feng immediately coughed dryly, and found that he was really a little secret, if it weren't for the sword idiot's reminder, he would have forgotten his identity as a player.

"That, you say, do I have a chance to admit my mistake now?" Murong Feng said pitifully.

The sword idiot rolled his eyes and said, "It depends on what good things you have deceived from that old man." ”

Murong Feng sighed deeply and said helplessly: "It seems that after this vote, I will let the Burning Legion directly destroy the entire Tian Yuan Continent." ”

The sword idiot snorted and sprayed on the spot, and said frantically: "I'm just saying something, don't come nonsense!" How can there be a reason to directly destroy the entire planet in order to avoid being chased by others! ”

Murong Feng laughed and said, "I scared you, you still take it seriously!" Ann, Ann, do I look like one of those crazy people? ”

The sword idiot said with a black line on his face: "It doesn't look like it, but I can't say for sure in my heart." ”

I saw Murong Feng silently click on his personal terminal in front of the sword idiot to select Su Yao's ID, and then sent a voice text message: "Hey, Aunt Su?" Let me tell you, today Uncle Wang Qi secretly went to a green house behind my back......"

The sword idiot grabbed Murong Feng's wrist with a snap, and said sincerely: "Good niece, I invited you for tonight's supper." ”

Murong Feng smiled and raised three fingers: "Three tons!" ”

"Don't deceive people too much, two meals at most!" The shy sword idiot in the bag is definitely bleeding profusely.

"Okay, deal!" Murong Feng happily turned off his personal terminal, and waved his big hand: "Let's go!" ”

***

Just like the cliché fantasy, when it comes to the Raising Knife Conference, a grand event in the cultivation realm that is held once every ten years, it is naturally impossible for everyone to come to see the Divine Sword Gate show off its might, so this Raising Knife Conference has been held for more than 300 sessions since the first session, which has already run counter to its original intention.

Besides, the Divine Sword Gate only holds a seven-day event every ten years of preparation, and it is impossible for Qian Duosao to panic, if there is no huge benefit to be made, it will long be in decline and stop holding like the famous sword conference in the Tibetan Sword Villa.

And the Divine Sword Gate is obviously more advantageous than the Tibetan Sword Villa, and it has brought its ability to make money to the extreme, and even Murong Feng was amazed by it.

Let's just say that this represents the jade brand that entered the Divine Weapon Workshop, the Cave Void Venerable will give three pieces for free, and the Daojun of the Distraction Period can only receive one piece for free, if you want to ask for it again? One hundred medium-grade spirit stones, no counteroffer, no deception. But even so, there are still countless monks who are eager to participate in it, just because they are eligible to participate in the auction of the legendary supreme magic weapon only because they enter the Divine Weapon Workshop.

That's right, it's the ultimate magic weapon that countless monks may not be able to get even if they have exhausted their life's financial resources!

Of course, just the best magic weapon will not make countless monks want to squeeze into the Divine Weapon Workshop, after all, the sky-high price of a hundred medium-grade spirit stones alone is not something that anyone can afford, let alone participate in the auction of the best magic weapon. Therefore, in addition to the auction and sale of the best magic weapons, the Divine Weapon Workshop will also sell other treasures, and any one of them will definitely cause a bloody storm, but the Divine Sword Gate is such a big sale. After all, it is their old business to build magic weapons and spiritual weapons, and if they don't rely on this method to make money, where will the Divine Sword Gate have the financial resources to pull up several powerful monk legions.

After all, the four-character mantra of Xiuzhen 'Wealth, Law and Geography', this word of wealth is in the first place.

When Murong Feng and the Sword Idiot came to the street outside the Divine Soldier Workshop, they found that unless they used to fly, they couldn't squeeze in at all, because there were too many people.

Everywhere, you can see that the monks who are usually high-ranking are crowded in front of the stalls everywhere like the aunt who goes to the vegetable market, or they are blushing for the same treasure in the picture, or because they are shy in their pockets, they can only join in the fun, and by the way, try their luck to see if they can pick up a leak and go back, and there are definitely not a few people who have such thoughts.

Of course, the sale of magic weapons is not the main event, the real highlight is the Fighting Law Contest that starts three days later. When the time comes, all parties can sign up to participate. And this fighting method discussion competition is divided into three groups according to strength, namely the foundation group, the Jindan group, and the Yuanying group, and then the top three in the three groups will be rewarded with different treasures. For example, the top three in the foundation building group will be rewarded with medium-grade magic weapons, and the top three in the Jindan group will be rewarded with a lot of spirit stones and a superb magic weapon. The competition in the Yuan Infant group is the most fierce, because only the first place in this group can get a primary magic weapon.

Therefore, the previous contestants were extremely enthusiastic, because once they win, they will not only get eye-catching treasures, but also instantly become famous all over the world. Life in the world is nothing more than the word fame and fortune, and now there is such an opportunity to gain fame and fortune, how can people miss it. Especially those low-level monks who were usually not welcomed in their own sect in the past regarded this Dharma Fighting Contest as a shortcut to the peak of their lives. After all, being able to stand out in such a competition will definitely attract the attention of the sect and focus on cultivation, and there is no shortage of such examples in previous competitions.

In the same way, this Fighting Law Contest also has an incomparable attraction for the majority of casual cultivators, after all, as long as they can perform well, they may also be recruited by those major sects, so that they can get rid of the dilemma of eating and sleeping in the open and live a good life without worrying about food and clothing.

Of course, as the host, the Divine Sword Gate must be unprofitable, and it is impossible to make a loss-making deal just for the sake of face. Because the ticket income of this Fighting Law Contest alone can make the Divine Sword Gate make a lot of money, and the more important point is the discovery of talents. After all, no matter in that era or plane, excellent talents are the most cherished resources.

The two of them crowded into the crowd, and the sword idiot turned his head on a whim and asked Murong Feng, "By the way, are you going to add that Fighting Law Contest to the Dao?" ”

"No, no." Murong Feng, who was looking left and right, replied unusually simply: "I'm just a rookie in the Qi refining period, am I going to be embarrassed?" ”

The sword idiot said embarrassedly: "If you are a rookie, no one will be a master, I think with your strength, you can completely win the championship of the Yuan Infant Group and get a magic weapon that is coveted by countless people." ”

"And then? Is it just like the bloody plot in fantasy, first targeted by a bunch of ill-intentioned guys, and then all kinds of anti-killing and slapping face-slapping plots? Do I look that naïve? Murong Feng pursed his lips disdainfully, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned around and squeezed towards a stall.

The sword idiot thought that this girl had found some dusty treasure, so she hurriedly squeezed over, but she saw that this girl was actually squatting in front of the stall and was bargaining with the stall owner for a quick dusty brick, and finally bought this inconspicuous 'brick' at the sky-high price of two low-grade spirit stones.

"What kind of treasure is this brick?" Seeing that this girl kept wiping with a 'brick', the sword idiot couldn't help but step forward and ask curiously.

"A low-level spiritual weapon." Murong Feng carefully wiped off the dust on the bricks to reveal a dark metallic luster, only to see a simple rune engraved on it, and the sword idiot recognized at a glance that this rune was just the most rudimentary multiplication technique, which could instantly triple the weight of an item without changing the volume, and it was most suitable for some heavy weapon talismans.

The sword idiot instantly judged the value of this brick, and then said speechlessly: "This low-level spirit weapon is indeed worth two low-grade spirit stones, but the problem is that such a chicken rib spirit weapon has no practical value at all, and only you will buy this kind of strange thing." ”

In fact, to put it bluntly, the magic weapon is divided into three types: offensive and defensive, as well as supportive. The defensive type is the most expensive of these, as it is the one that can save your life at a critical moment. There are many types of attack types, after all, you have to attack to win the enemy. The auxiliary type is the rarest, because it is too difficult to refine, and it also has to meet various harsh conditions such as the user.

And the 'brick' in Murong Feng's hand is obviously an offensive spirit weapon, but the question is who will copy a bulky metal brick in his hand when he is facing the enemy? The point is that this brick is just a spiritual weapon, if you throw it out and hit someone, you have to run over and pick it up, regardless of whether you hit the enemy or not, just thinking about the picture of picking up the brick will definitely make all the monks abandon it.

"Hmph, you must be jealous that I picked up the baby." Murong Feng snorted, too lazy to refute the sword idiot. Qu fingers flicked on the brick and made a metallic sound, just listening to this sound, you knew that the material of this brick was definitely the best refined iron.

"That eye of yours sees that I'm jealous? Am I disgusted? And get an iron brick and use the refined iron of hair? That's a bit too extravagant, isn't it? It's pointless at all? What the hell is that brain-dead thing up with? The sword idiot was completely messy for a while.

"By the way, where is the entrance to the Divine Weapons Workshop?" Murong Feng put away the bricks, and when he looked around, he found that there were all black and dark crowds, and it was difficult to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

The sword idiot scratched his head and said, "I haven't been here either, it should be nearby, let's find someone to inquire." ”

Murong Feng casually dragged a passer-by, and before this person could get angry, he directly stuffed a lower grade spirit stone into his hand, and then asked, "How to get to the Divine Soldier Workshop?" ”

The passer-by was embarrassed for a moment, weighed the spirit stone in his hand, and replied truthfully: "Walk along this street until you see a very large giant ding." Do you have an admission ticket, though? No one is allowed to enter without a ticket, and the ticket is still expensive, but I have a way to get the lowest price ticket, and I only need ten medium-grade spirit stones...... Huh? What about people? As soon as the passer-by turned his head and found that the person who had just asked him for directions was gone, and then he looked carefully at the spirit stone in his hand and it was clearly a stone, and he immediately jumped to his feet and scolded......

Murong Feng and the sword idiot squeezed the flow of people and finally came to the gate of the Divine Weapon Workshop, and really saw a four-legged tripod more than a foot tall standing in front of a majestic palace.

There is also a huge square in front of the palace gates, but it is obviously much more formal than the street stalls, because there are more sheds and counters, and there are also long queues at the dozen entrances to the square.

Murong Feng stepped on his feet and glanced around, only to see a sign erected at each entrance, which read, 'Three medium-grade spirit stones for admission tickets.' ’

Of course, this entrance is not to enter the Divine Weapons Workshop, but only to walk around the square in front of the Divine Weapons Workshop, but even so, the whole square is still crowded with people.

At this time, the sword idiot suddenly pointed and said, "Look, there is no one lining up at that entrance over there." ”

Murong Feng took a look, and saw that there was also a striking sign erected at the entrance where no one was queuing, which read, 'VIP exclusive passage, idle people are forbidden to approach!' There were also two Jindan monks with unkind faces standing next to the sign, which made others avoid it from a distance.

Murong Feng waved his hand and said, "Go." ”

The two of them came to the entrance of this VIP passage in a surprised gaze, and the two Jindan monks in charge of guarding frowned, and one of them said indifferently: "There is a jade plate?" ”

Murong Feng and the sword idiot each took out the jade card and handed it over, and the two Jindan monks took it and immediately handed it back respectfully, and then took the initiative to get out of the way.

The two swaggered in, causing an exclamation from others, who asked each other about the origin of these two mysterious tyrants.

As soon as they entered the ticket gate, a beautiful nun stepped forward to receive and lead the way, welcoming the two into the magnificent main hall of the Divine Soldier Workshop.

The interior of the main hall is not only lavishly decorated, but also covers a huge area, but there is not a single column, like a dome floating in the air.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, they were greeted by carefully placed display cases, which made the two almost mistakenly think that they had entered the palace museum, not a hypermarket that sold magic weapons......

Murong Feng casually threw out a medium-grade spirit stone and sent away the ecstatic female cultivator, and then took the sword idiot to wander around in this large exhibition hall casually, while secretly looking around. I found that there were not many guests entering this exhibition hall, only a few dozens, but everyone's cultivation was at least in the Jindan stage or the Yuan infant stage, and even there were several old monsters in the distraction stage. Among them, there is an old monster of the stars that Murong Feng knows, but compared to the extreme publicity outside, now this old monster of the stars is very low-key, and there are only two Jindan disciples by his side, a man and a woman, who stop in front of a certain display case from time to time.

Perhaps sensing that someone was looking at him, the old star monster frowned and turned his head to glance at it, but was surprised to find that it was a rather delicate-looking female cultivator in the Qi refining period?

This was a deliberate illusion by Murong Feng in order to avoid trouble, and he changed his appearance before going out.

Seeing that the female cultivator was not afraid of his gaze at all, the old monster of the stars walked straight over with a smile on her face, and saluted: "The junior has seen the star Daojun. ”

The old monster stared at Murong Feng in confusion, and said suspiciously, "Are you?" ”

Murong Feng smiled and said, "The junior is a newly registered disciple of Dao Seal Master. ”

The old monster of the stars was shocked, and naturally knew the prestige of the Dao Yin Venerable, his face immediately eased, and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be the high disciple of the Dao Yin Venerable, well, yes, yes, it is really a famous teacher and a high apprentice." ”

The old monster of the stars did not suspect that Murong Feng was impersonating at all, because he knew very well the strength of that old way, who would dare to pull that tiger's skin with the audacity. It's a pity that this old monster wouldn't have expected that Murong Feng was really pulling that old-fashioned tiger skin if he wanted to break his head.