Mu Jinglei and the others negotiated the agreement, and hurriedly went down the mountain with their own people.

Along the way, no one said a word, whether it was Mu Feng or Mu Jinglei, until he entered the City Lord's Mansion.

"City Lord, do you think this Sparrow Lord is credible?" Mu Feng was still not very relieved about the Sparrow Lord in his heart.

"Today, the Sparrow Lord had the opportunity to leave all of us there, but he didn't, and offered to help us clean up the Southeast Mountain Demon King. Mu Jinglei sat on the seat of the city government, holding his forehead with some sorrow.

"He has such a strong strength, there is no reason to deceive us, he is not a spirit, the chief manager can rest assured. ”

Mu Feng nodded when he heard this, from the very beginning, he seemed to have a relationship with the spirits, so he didn't believe them much in his heart.

Mu Jinglei then chatted with Mu Feng about the next details, so as to ensure that the finch owner could be foolproof when he contacted them.

Just then, a family member walked into the lobby with a letter in his hand.

"Lord of the City, this is a letter from the Imperial Capital. The family bowed his head and fell to one knee.

"Quick, bring it up and I'll take a look!" Mu Jinglei suddenly remembered that he had written a letter asking for help to the imperial capital a few days ago, and now the response has finally come.

Mu Jinglei opened the letter and read it carefully.

But as Mu Jinglei read, Mu Feng clearly saw Mu Jinglei's brows furrowed tightly, and finally put down the letter and snorted heavily.

"What's the matter, Lord City Lord, what did the Imperial Capital say?" Mu Feng asked expectantly.

"The letter said that the imperial capital is now understaffed, so let's support ourselves for a while. Mu Jinglei's short words made Mu Feng's heart cold.

"There aren't enough people in the imperial capital? What are you kidding! That's the imperial capital, the imperial capital of China, and now Wind and Rain City is being eyed by spirits, tell me that there are not enough people!" Mu Jinglei tore the letter in his hand into pieces and threw it on the ground.

"These villains are targeting me Mu Jinglei!" Mu Jinglei gasped, his eyes red with anger.

"City Lord, what do you mean by this?" Mu Feng didn't understand.

"This letter was written by the Yuwen family!" Mu said angrily.

When Mu Feng heard this, it was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and he was stunned on the spot, and only after a long time did he tremble and said: "The Yuwen family really wants to act on behalf of the government, is this a rebellion!"

"It is estimated that this Yuwen family is waiting for our Wind and Rain City to be attacked by spirits, and a few of us will die in Wind and Rain City, and the Yuwen family will take over directly!" Mu Jinglei said this, sitting weakly on the chair, as if he was ten years old.

"In today's situation, we can only wait for the Sparrow Lord to solve the Southeast Demon King, and then we can free up our hands to deal with the troubles in the imperial capital. Mu Jinglei had almost guessed in his heart that it wouldn't be long before the people of the imperial capital were going to make a move on him.

The Yuwen family can be said to be the patriarch of the dynasty, and it is still prosperous after two dynasties, which shows the strong strength of his family.

But not long ago, the emperor had the news that the Yuwen family planned to mutiny, which was later confirmed to be just a rumor, but now the situation seems to be leading people's thoughts in one direction.

The Yuwen family is moving!

Wind and rain city is far away from Emperor City, and it will take nearly ten days to travel and horses, and it will take about three days to fly pigeons. Therefore, if the Yuwen family really wants to do something, it must be to attack the imperial capital first.

What Mu Jinglei has to do is to deal with the trivial matters of Wind and Rain City first, and then find a way to fight the trouble from the Yuwen family.

......

Dongfang Wanglong saw Mu Jinglei and the others leave the lobby, so he walked to the box of treasures and carefully checked the income this time.

As he counted them, the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher, almost overjoyed.

This harvest is even richer than Wanglong imagined, not to mention the gold coins in the box, just twenty-five kinds of herbs and ores, a total of fifty kinds, which has already made Wanglong feel satisfied.

With these ores, you can forge a lot of equipment, and the Great Freedom Forging Technique can be useful, and your strength can be improved.

If you're lucky, you can also get the Great Freedom Forge Aura to upgrade your weapons.

Thinking of this, Wanglong couldn't hold back his excitement, and decided to implement it immediately, reached out and touched the treasure chest, and the next second the treasure chest entered his own large free forging space.

"Sparrow, let's go back to Stormy City and find a blacksmith shop. Wanglong was about to leave the cave as he spoke, but was stopped by the Sparrow.

"Why do you want to go to the blacksmith shop, I have a forge table here. The Sparrow Spirit said, holding Wanglong's arm.

"You have that too?"

Next, the Sparrow Spirit took Wanglong to a room, and it turned out that the spirits of the West Mountain also had equipment on their bodies, but it was not a long-term solution to just grab the equipment from passers-by.

After all, the equipment would be shattered, and there were a lot of spirits, so they built their own forging table and learned some rough forging skills to be self-sufficient.

"Yes, it's a bit shabby, but it's all the necessary stuff. ”

Wanglong looked at the forging table with satisfaction and said to the Sparrow.

"Okay, master, you're busy first, I'm out!" said the Sparrow Spirit and left the room.

Wanglong stretched out his hand and touched it on the forging table, then closed his eyes, felt his sea of knowledge, and pulled out a breath of aura from his great free forging space.

In the past, whether it was making money in the blacksmith shop or forging fist gloves for himself, he used his own forging method.

The Great Freedom Forging Technique has basically not been used properly, but now that there is only one in this room, you can forge equipment without reservation!

The aura was drawn out of the Great Freedom Calcining Space, and crossed the sea of knowledge to the outside of the body, and with a movement in Wanglong's heart, a string of fire snakes rushed out, quickly heating the platform.

"It's not enough. Feeling the temperature of the flames, Wanglong knew in his heart that this temperature was enough for ordinary forging, but in the face of the requirements of the Great Freedom Forging Technique, it was still too far behind.

What can I do?

Wanglong thought that using more aura should be able to raise the temperature to a suitable level, but considering the amount of equipment to be forged, he dismissed this idea.

"That's right!"

Wanglong's eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to bite his finger, and a drop of red and golden blood was stable on his fingertips, as if it might slip down at any time.

Carefully sprinkled the blood into the fire, inducing the aura control, and soon the temperature of the flame rose rapidly, the red flame began to change color to blue, and the faint blue flame had a slight golden light flashing in the center.

This is the blood of the Eastern Dragon in the body of Dongfang Wanglong, which is the most powerful thing in the world, and it is the most suitable to use it to warm and forge flames.

After Wanglong's Great Freedom Forging Technique becomes more proficient, perhaps his own aura can also be dyed with the fierceness of dragon blood, whether it is fighting or forging, he will be more handy.

Nodding with satisfaction, he took out the treasure chest from the Great Freedom Forging Space, took a piece of ore and threw it into the fire, and officially began the forging.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally in the early hours of the morning, Wanglong threw the forged armor in his hand into the water and began to quench it.

Wanglong took advantage of the fact that the forging table was still hot, and raised the forging hammer again.

......

The sun in the east is like a slowly awakening god of fire, the heat is gentle and gradually exuberant, and all things greedily absorb the first rays of sunlight in the morning, preparing for their own growth.

The sun shines on the branches and leaves of the trees, and drops of dew reflect the sunlight, slipping from the delicate leaf buds and disappearing into the dirt.

The birds and beasts in the mountains and forests hissed, as if they were saying good morning to each other, and like the hunting horn of a new day was sounded, and this heaven and earth that gave birth to countless lives began the cycle of all things again.

Wanglong stood on the top of Xishan Mountain, and the night's forging made him not tired at all, but the pleasure after strenuous activity spread throughout his body.

Looking at the first day on the horizon, my heart is full of joy.

That night, Wanglong forged a total of two pieces of equipment, an armor and a slender sword.

The surface of the armor is swirling with an earthy yellow halo, which is forged by Wanglong with a piece of Xuanhuang stone and some basic materials, which belongs to the light armor series, providing defense and enough lightness.

The sword is about seven feet long, and the blade shimmers with a halo of ocean blue, and it is a forged product of skystone and iron ore, light and elegant.

Both of these are treasure-level equipment.

Putting away his armor, Wanglong summoned the Sparrow Spirit with a movement of his mind.

With a soft whistle, the finch spirit that turned into the body fell from the sky, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, the little girl stood there prettyly: "Master, what's wrong with the little cutie?"

"Sparrow, your sturdy body as a spirit is your reliance, but you can't lose your combat power when you turn into a human form, and this long sword for you is the work of my hard work last night. As he spoke, Wanglong threw the long sword in his hand at the Sparrow Spirit.

After stretching out his white and tender little hand to catch it, the big eyes of the Sparrow Spirit were full of surprise: "This...... This was given to me by the owner?"

"Well, you have a lot of credit for this income, it's just a treasure, you can accept it for the time being. Wanglong thought for a while and added, "I'll make up for you more next time." ”

However, the Sparrow Spirit shook her head, her cheeks were red at the moment, her head was lowered and the hilt of the sword was held in both hands, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "The master gave it, I like it very much......"

The shy little daughter's attitude was fully displayed, and her shy appearance made Wanglong see it, but he had the urge to hold it in his arms.

Jumping down the mountain, Wanglong gently touched the head of the finch spirit: "There is only a sword without swordsmanship, just like the arms are abolished, let me teach you a set of swordsmanship." ”

Wanglong knew all kinds of weapons well when he was in the divine realm, but the Donglong clan was a race that was good at divine power, and he was not interested in swordsmanship or anything, he still liked the pleasure of fists and fists during battle.

Therefore, when forging weapons, fists are chosen instead of swords.