Three hours had passed since the start of the competition, and the swordsmiths' swords had basically taken shape, and after quenching, they were tempered again, entering the second stage of polishing.

In particular, the heavy knock of the hammer of fate, Jin Yanye, was too shocking, his arm muscles were instantly filled, with unparalleled strength, he raised the golden sledgehammer in his hand, and when it hit the sword, every time it was sparks, with a heavy and shocking sound, as if it was directly hitting people's hearts, shaking the soul for a while.

Emiya's Celestial Shadow Swords have also basically entered the stage of shaping, and after being poured out of the sword mold, they maintain their red color, and Emiya picks up the double hammer to further build it.

At this moment, the Qiankun mirror he was resting next to suddenly sounded.

……

"I'm sorry."

Everyone in the audience saw the young black-clothed swordsmith sweating profusely and opening the door from the swordsmithing room and walking out.

He raised his hand and gestured to Jia Shengsi.

Jia Shengsi looked dazed, and then walked down from the rostrum and went to the side of the Wei Palace.

Emiya put his mouth on his ear, and the expression on the other party's face changed from initial confusion to horror.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the black-clad swordsmith trotted all the way and disappeared from the stairs of the arena's edge passage.

People don't know what's going on.

The news came like a wave from the front row, and the people closest to the Emiya heard it most clearly.

Emiya said, "I have something. Want to get out for a bit. ”

"Are there any special materials that need to be made yourself?"

"Maybe it's just a matter of convenience."

……

Wei Gong hid at the entrance of the stairs to enter and exit the field, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the few people who were forging swords in the field, and he trembled with anger.

Outside, the sun was still shining, and the low slate ceiling obscured the entrance in total darkness.

He took out the Qiankun mirror and put it on the ground.

Several images grow from the ground.

……

Cui Xiaoxiao had just run out a few steps when she suddenly felt a pain in her feet, and the whole person fell forward......

The Qiankun mirror in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, making a crisp sound.

The man in black behind raised a finger and gently put it to his mouth, blowing away the cold air emitted from it.

These people, their faces were covered with black cloths, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Seeing this scene, even the people around who had a little sense of justice hid in the house, and the entire alley became empty in an instant.

Cui Xiaoxiao suddenly regretted a little, how could they come to such a remote place.

The person at the head was relatively short, and his eyes were very big, he squinted his eyes and ordered his two subordinates to put Luo Didong and Cui Xiaoxiao in front of him.

A withered and rough hand pinched Cui Xiaoxiao's chin, making her involuntarily let out a muffled snort in pain.

"It's cute."

Under that black mask, a hoarse voice sounded, like being scraped through glass by sharp nails.

"Let her go!" Luo Didong hissed and roared, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

As a result, he was greeted only by heavy fists.

The tall man in black next to him, with his arms like iron casting, raised his hand and punched Luo Didong in the abdomen.

"Ahem......" Luo Didong was beaten to tears, the cramping pain in his abdomen made the nerves in his whole body tense, and a faint taste of blood was surging in his mouth.

The light from the sky cast over the heads of several people and onto their faces, obscuring what was in front of them.

"You should be good first. I haven't tried to kill you yet. ”

The little man at the head stretched out his hand and patted Luo Didong's face, the rough and piercing feeling was like a sharp blade scraping on his face.

He lowered his head and added, "At least not yet." ”

Luo Didong's face tilted to the side, the first time he felt so remorseful because of his lack of ability, "You let her go, she's still a child, no matter what your purpose is, just arrest me......"

The little man ignored him, bent down, stretched out his arm to put the Qiankun Mirror on the ground, and then began to connect to the side of the Wei Palace.

After a few minutes, a young figure grew out of the Qiankun mirror.

"Emiya!" As soon as Cui Xiaoxiao let out a shout, she was immediately covered by a big hand.

For the first time, she trembled with fear.

Tears rolled down her face and onto the big dry hand.

Seeing this scene, Emiya immediately understood everything.

He turned his face to Cui Xiaoxiao and comforted him softly, "Xiaoxiao, don't be afraid." ”

Hearing Wei Gong's voice, Cui Xiaoxiao calmed down a little, and reluctantly held back tears and nodded.

Emiya turned around and looked at the man in black, "Say, what do you really want?" ”

A smile appeared in the eyes of the little man in the lead, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I know each other very well, so I cut to the chase so quickly." ”

He patted the dust off his buttocks, then walked to the bottom of the house next to him, and pulled the wooden chair that he didn't know whose house was sitting outside.

Wei Gong watched him finish all this the whole time, as calm as a piece of ice at the bottom of a lake.

The little man in black raised his face, a pair of eagle eyes were sharp and full of anger, he slowly turned to the guard, and then said coldly and hoarsely, "Our request is very simple, you just need to stay with you, and after the selection of the swordsmiths, I will naturally release them." ”

Hearing this, Emiya immediately understood.

The purpose of these people's actions is very obvious, not to rob money, but just to want him to lose today's swordsmith selection.

However, it seems that the other party does not want him to abstain, but simply hopes that he will fail to forge the sword due to personal mistakes.

In his swordsmithing furnace, the Celestial Shadow Sword was backfired, and if it dragged on for a while, the sword would melt into a puddle of molten iron because it had been fired for too long......

Everything that has been done before will be undone.

He rose from the steps and glared coldly into the middle of the field.

So who is it that is so jealous of him, and in such a despicable way, that he has no way to complete the sword-casting?

As if sensing Wei Gong's distant gaze, the little man quickly coughed and pulled him back from his thoughts.

"I advise you to take advantage of this gap and go to the lounge to sleep."

He stretched out a finger and swiped it lightly across Cui Xiaoxiao's face.

Cui Xiaoxiao closed her eyes in fear.

"Otherwise, I'll let her sleep for a while."

"Let her go!"

As if frightened by this momentum, the black-clothed man's fingers trembled.

He noticed that the voice just now came from Emiya's mouth.

"You're just an image, what else can you do to me?"

He sat on a wooden chair, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at Emiya coldly.

"I said," Wei Gong's gaze was cold, and it was at this moment that his eyes became cold and sharp, "Give you a chance and let them go." ”

Several black-clothed people trembled at that gaze, and they couldn't understand where the confidence of the guard palace came from.