An autumn rain and a cold!

It was another night of autumn rain, and the white jade floor of the square was washed clean.

The square in front of the palace hall was heavily guarded outside the six casting houses, and thousands of palace guards surrounded the square, and the Zhao and Ning families also sent their descendants to personally lead people to guard the side.

This competition can be said to be related to the development potential of the Zhao and Ning families in the next 20 years, and even related to the distribution of power in the entire Glacier Empire! As long as the Ning family wins, not only can they get the power of Dongshan Prefecture, but they can also ensure that Ning Lin can successfully participate in the Dragon Meeting, which means that the Ning family will have one more immortal within a few years. If the Zhao family wins, they will inevitably send everyone in the Zhao family to hunt down Ning Lin, and the Ning family will not only lose face, but also have less hope!

In addition to Zhao Ning's two families who care about the results of the game, the major families in the imperial capital all attach great importance to this game. However, with the three of the two participants, the Zhao family has a better chance of winning. In just these five days, many small and medium-sized families in the imperial capital frequently sent people to the Zhao family to show their goodwill, hoping to make friends with the Zhao family and be taken care of by the Zhao family in the new round of power distribution.

On the other hand, the Ning family can be said to be full of doors, and no one comes to the door at all. The warmth and coldness of human affection are undoubtedly revealed at this moment!

In the early morning of the sixth day of the competition, the people guarding the square suddenly found that the first casting room of the Ning family was on fire. Someone who knew how to cast immediately shouted, "It should be time to put away the fire!"

Sure enough, the firelight only lasted less than half an hour, and suddenly converged, and then there was a clear sound of "zi" from the foundry room, which was the sound of the weapon entering the water to cool down!

In less than a quarter of an hour, the door of the Ning family's first casting room was pushed open, and Ning Dong, the first-class foundry master of the Ning family, walked out of the casting room with a tired face.

The life soldier standing on the stage saw a long knife in Ning Dong's hand, and shook his head slightly, although he didn't look closely, but just from the luster on the long knife and the knife, he could conclude that this long knife didn't even reach the level of a weapon!

Soon the guards sent the long knife to Bi Shengbing, Zhao Shengcun, and Ningbo, and after Bi Shengbing checked it repeatedly, he said loudly: "Ning has created an eighth-level sharp weapon long knife......

Ningbo also sighed secretly, but he was able to create an eighth-level sharp weapon in just six days, and Ning Dong also did his best, after all, he was only a first-level caster!

At this moment, flames also appeared in the first casting room of the Zhao family, and nearly an hour later, Zhao Likuan walked out of the casting room with a long sword in his hand. After the appraisal of the lifelong soldier, this is a ninth-level sharp weapon, which is only a fraction of a difference from the weapon.

It can be said that the Zhao family narrowly won the first game!

Zhao Shengcun looked at Ningbo with a smug smile, and Ningbo was almost annoyed and angry, and almost staged a full martial arts in front of the emperor.

Fortunately, it was pulled away in time, but Ningbo's black face was even more gloomy, and now everything can only depend on Ning Lin!

On the seventh day of Bihan, Zhao Shengren, the third-level caster of the Zhao family, and Ningning, the fourth-level caster of the Ning family, also went out of the customs in the evening, but this time it was the Ning family who was slightly better, and Tranquility actually created a second-level weapon blood blade long knife within seven days, while Zhao Shengren only created a first-level weapon Shadowless Sword.

Ningbo looked at Zhao Shengcun proudly, and finally got a little evil.

"Don't forget that Master Rong Ku is a seventh-level forger!" Zhao Shengcun's words made Ningbo worry again.

As the sun gradually sank in the west, at midnight, the Zhao clan's last casting room suddenly burst into flames.

Bi Shengbing stood on the stage and nodded slightly, to have such a strong light, it means that the junior brother has used firefinch feather powder. This competition is different from the previous build, the time is too tight, and the original billet provided by the royal family is not made by the foundry, so everyone is not very familiar with the original billet, in this case if the fire is too fierce, it is very likely that the original billet will be burned out, but we have no time to rebuild. The four people who have finished the game are only using fire bear bone powder at most, and Rong Ku dares to use fire feather powder, which is already a step stronger, and it is a reflection of his strength!

The flames reddened the entire square, and continued for nearly an hour.

At this time, there are only about three hours before the end of the game, and the game will end at dawn, but in the casting room where Ning Lin is located, only the sound of clanging iron is still heard, but there is no fire, is Ning Lin going to give up the game? All the Ning family members pinched a cold sweat for Ning Lin!

The fire in the casting room where Rong Ku is is finally gradually weakening, it seems that the quenching after the most Lu has also ended, just waiting for the cooling of the last one, everyone is looking forward to what kind of weapon Master Rong Ku can create in these seven days!

Half an hour later, the door of the foundry room was finally opened, and Rong Ku walked out with a long sword. The long sword is about four feet long, and it shines brightly, and against the background of the surrounding firelight, it is like a rising sun, which makes people dare not look directly!

Rong Ku walked to the stage with a long sword and gave the long sword to the soldiers: "Please give me advice!"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Bi Shengbing carefully took the long sword.

"The sword body is tough, the blade is sharp, it is indeed a good sword...... "Bi Shengbing waved his long sword lightly, a cold light flashed, and the people around him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Fetch the Soldier Stone!"

Immediately, someone from the Foundry Association brought a one-foot-square black boulder and put it in front of the soldiers.

"Senior brother, wait for my brother to try the power of this sword!" The soldier held the sword in his hand and slashed at the soldier stone.

The long sword is not won by force, and it is not suitable for such a trick. However, the material of the weapon is special, no matter what weapon is cut up, it will not hurt the weapon itself, but the depth of the weapon into the stone can be used to judge the level of the weapon.

In a flash of cold light, the sword slashed into the soldier inspection stone, and it was about five inches into the stone!

"Level 5 weapon!" exclaimed in surprise.

To be able to create a fifth-level weapon within seven days with the original blank provided by others, you can't afford to be disobeyed by a soldier for the rest of your life! It seems that the junior brother has indeed outperformed himself too much!

"Patriarch Ning, do you want to give it a try?" For the sake of fairness, the soldiers turned to Ningbo Dao.

Ningbo Tie blushed his face and shook his head, "No need, the old man can trust Master Bi!"

"Master Bi, can you announce the results of this competition? It just so happens that Ning Lin is in the casting room below, waiting for me to send troops to kill him and avenge the dead disciples of my Zhao clan!" Zhao Shengcun's face was full of fierceness, and he couldn't wait to take Ning Lin's head immediately to avenge his two precious grandsons and the dead Zhao family.

"Don't forget that Ning Lin is also a participant, and now there are nearly two hours before the end of the competition, what are you in a hurry......

"Ha Luha, can you surpass Master Rong just because of that little bastard? Does anyone believe it? Do you believe it yourself?" Zhao Shengcun laughed, as if he had heard something most ridiculous!

The others couldn't help but nod secretly, Rong Ku, as a seventh-level soldier caster, could only create a fifth-level weapon in seven days, unless Ning Lin also created a fifth-level weapon, otherwise the Ning family would lose!

"Zhao Aiqing, the game is not over yet, don't be bored!" Although Emperor Zhou Juede, as the referee of this competition, is not optimistic about Ning Lin, he must at least remain fair. You can't announce the results of a match before it's over.

"Yes! It's the old minister who is anxious! It's only been two hours, and the old minister can afford to wait!" Zhao Shengcun was admitting his mistake, but anyone could see the smugness on his face.

Stepping aside, Zhao Shengcun immediately ordered people to surround the casting room where Ning Lin was located to prevent Ning Lin from giving up the game and escaping at the last moment.