The antique market is also considered a dense settlement area in Yanlong City, where fighting is prohibited. Of course, the rules are always relative. As long as some people with big forces don't make too much noise, they won't have too many problems, and the Spirit Pavilion happens to be one of several big forces.

This is also where Wang Qing's confidence lies in summoning spirit beasts at will in the antique store.

With the Black Flame Spirit Fox by his side, Wang Qing became even more arrogant,

"Boy, this is the last chance, hand it over. ”

Leng Feng couldn't help but laugh, the Black Flame Spirit Fox of the second stage of the mere guard level also dared to be presumptuous.

Hearing the laughter, Wang Qing's face suddenly became ugly.

Without waiting for Wang Qing to make a move, Leng Feng's face suddenly sank, a cold chill came out of his eyes, the bracelet appeared, and Xiao Huang stepped on the thunder and flames.

Wang Qing couldn't help but shudder, and was even more startled when he saw Xiao Huang accompanied by thunder and flames, but his own woman was by his side, and Wang Qing was also very confident in the Black Flame Spirit Fox, and at this time, he was not killed by laughter, so he commanded the Black Flame Spirit Fox to rush forward.

Two huge spirit beasts suddenly appeared in the small antique shop, and they were immediately hit hard, and the boss heard the movement and hurriedly ran out of the room.

By the time the boss arrived, Xiao Huang had already torn the Black Flame Spirit Fox to pieces.

Wang Qing's eyes widened in despair, and he knelt directly to the ground, without the Black Flame Spirit Fox, Wang Qing's forging level dropped by at least three percent, and tomorrow was the refining competition, and the decline in strength at this time was fatal.

Seeing Wang Qing like this, Leng Feng was not interested in entanglement, and in the stunned eyes of the boss, he took the antiques and left.

After Leng Feng left, Wang Qing's eyes changed, and he suddenly became fierce.

"Boy, you wait, I'll take revenge. ”

......

After buying the antiques, Leng Feng went home directly without hesitation.

After returning home, closing the door, Leng Feng rubbed his hands excitedly, and began to prepare to absorb the evil spirit's qi.

The speed at which the Holy War Spirit Ape absorbed the evil spirit qi was very fast, and it had been absorbed in the blink of an eye.

The Awakening Points of the Holy War Spirit Ape have also reached 60%, of which the Silver-White Mask provides 15% of the Awakening Points, which is enough to cover the other seven antiques.

Leng Feng couldn't help but curiously pick up the silver-white mask and look at it carefully.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Leng Feng's mind.

Then he took out the small black scales, and took out the silver-white mask, and silently recited the refining decision.

The aura shield in his hand appeared, and he touched it for more than ten minutes, but the silver-white mask did not have a trace of melting.

There was no way, Leng Feng could only melt the little black scales and smear them on the silver-white mask.

Originally, I thought that by fusing the scales of the little black with the mask, I could make a mask that could be changed at will, but now it is a silver-white mask painted with black.

However, the black dots are all over the silver-white mask, but there is also a hint of charm.

Nothing was said all night.

......

Early Monday morning.

After calling Teacher Liu Feng to ask for leave, Leng Feng was ready to put on a mask and go to the competition.

I didn't expect the mask to feel comfortable as soon as it touched the skin, as if the mask was my own skin. Through the mirror, Leng Feng found that the person in the mirror looked ordinary, not himself at all.

When he was surprised, Leng Feng tried to remove the mask, as if he had removed a piece of dead skin, without a trace of discomfort, and after removing it, Leng Feng returned to his original appearance. Only then did Leng Feng understand that this mask was like a human skin mask, which could change appearance.

Originally, Leng Feng also wanted to cover his face with a mask to avoid being recognized and targeted by the Spirit Pavilion. It's better to be able to change your face now, and the chances of being recognized are much smaller.

Wearing a mask changed his appearance, Leng Feng was extravagant once, and took a taxi to the refining competition held in the Qiling Pavilion.

Although it is a refining competition held by the Instrument Spirit Pavilion, because there is no official forging competition, and the competition held by the Instrument Spirit Pavilion is the largest and most fair competition, the forging masters of Yanlong recognize this as the most authoritative competition, so they are named the Yanlong Refining Competition.

Soon, Leng Feng arrived at the venue of the refining competition.

The venue of the competition is a circular arena enclosed by a mechanical fence. Leng Feng walked straight to a window next to the entrance of the wall, and there were a few words on the window, registration office.

Go to the registration office, write your name according to the instructions, take a photo and pay 5,000 credits to go to the competition.

Registration is so simple and the threshold is very low, just because no one will simply go in and pay 5000 credits, it is better to sit in the audience than to lose face on stage.

There is no need to verify personal information, conduct body searches, etc. Because the Instrument Spirit Pavilion is confident, it is impossible for anyone to make trouble here, and no one dares to make trouble here.

After registering, Leng Feng was assigned a number plate, No. 66.

Then Leng Feng was brought into the venue by the hostess at the registration office.

Entering the venue, Leng Feng swept left and right, surrounded by a circular staircase-shaped audience seat, although there was still about half an hour before the start of the game, the audience seat was almost full, and there was a steady stream of people pouring in at the door.

Due north, there is a tall semi-curved platform with three tiers of terraced seats, one row of seats on each floor, and a condescending view of the table. That should be the position of the referee, the host, and the bigwigs.

In the middle is the venue for the competition, and there are about 100 forging tables, each of which has a large number in addition to the necessary tools, which should be the number plate corresponding to the contestants.

The hostess looked back and saw Leng Feng's curious gaze, and suddenly showed disdain, and whispered,

"Hillbilly. ”

Although under normal circumstances, no ordinary person will spend money to participate in this kind of competition, but there will always be the kind of stupid ones who will try it, obviously, the hostess regards Leng Feng as this kind of person.

Leng Feng's soul power probed all over his body, and he had already taken the words of the hostess into his ears, and then smiled lightly, not paying attention.

Following the hostess, Leng Feng walked to the No. 66 forging table.

After checking that the tools on the table were not missing, the hostess explained the rules of the competition to Leng Feng coldly, and then turned to leave.

Leng Feng didn't care about the attitude of the hostess, and then turned to look at the opponent beside him.

At this time, most of the forging masters behind the forging table have arrived, and they are holding the forging hammer to test the feel and adjust the state.

Only a few forging tables in the front row are still vacant.

Just as Leng Feng was taking a closer look, a group of people walked in front of the gate, and a man in a white robe with handsome facial features was clustered in the middle.

The audience in the auditorium immediately cheered, especially the female audience screamed to the point of madness.

"Wang Yuan, I love you. ”

"Wang Yuan, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

......

Wang Yuan raised his hand and responded positively to the audience.

Leng Feng set his gaze on Wang Yuan, and on the chest of the white robe, the badge of the intermediate forging master shone brightly.

It is said that there is a genius forging master in the Instrument Spirit Pavilion, who is extremely handsome and has reached the intermediate forging level at the age of 18, and it seems that he should be the white-robed man in front of him.

Touching the hand, looking at Wang Yuan's bright smile, Leng Feng suddenly laughed,

"It must be fun to abuse this kind of genius. ”