Meanwhile.

Li Chunfeng came to the foot of the Tianshan Sword Sect, also known as the Tianshan Sword Casting Pavilion.

The Tianshan Sword Sect Master inherited Ou Zhizi, and under his disciple, the contemporary head of the sect was named Ling Yunzi.

Although it is not yet winter, the area is surrounded by dazzling snow.

The scenery in the snow was magnificent, and the sky and the earth were so unanimous that only a patch of silver could be seen, and the snowflakes fell all over the sky, like goose feathers, and fell gently and gently on the roofs of houses, on the grass, and on the peaks of the mountains.

On top of its peak, a sword resembling a heavenly stone stands in the center, secured by iron chains on all sides.

A faint silver light flickered, as if a warrior would reach out and pick it up at any time, and a sword across the sky, this momentum was called the first place in the world to refine weapons, and it was not an exaggeration.

And Li Chunfeng came this time because the people he sent reported that if he wanted to reforge this sword, he needed to pass through their sword array.

So, Li Chunfeng is here!

Tianshan Sword Formation.

It was a sword array created by Ling Yunzi when he was thirty years old, and its power was powerful, and in the array, it was not impossible to slash the heavens with one sword.

Li Chunfeng naturally didn't go up directly, but found a random sword-casting shop at the foot of the mountain and threw the sword over.

Because the Tianshan Sword Casting Pavilion would not forge blades for people at will, there was a group of people at the foot of the mountain to profit from it.

The owner of the sword-casting shop stretched out his hand to take it and looked up at Li Chunfeng.

Boom!

Then he pulled out the Longquan sword, and the boss nodded.

"It's a good sword, but it's rusty and unusable."

A piece of silver of fifty taels was thrown over by Li Chunfeng.

After the boss caught it, he nodded: "Well, it may take a little effort to cast according to your drawings." ”

Li Chunfeng smiled lightly and took out another ingot of silver from his waist and threw it over.

"Are you sure the boss can cast it, and how long will it take?"

The boss looked at the two ingots of silver in his hand and touched his chin: "I can see it for a month." ”

Li Chunfeng smiled helplessly and took out an ingot of fifty taels of gold from his waist.

"How about this time?"

"Oops~~ Hahaha, one day, one day! It's all in one day! ”

The actions of the two were watched by the young man on the side, and just as the boss was about to start reforging, the young man stepped forward and snatched the sword.

"Huh?! What are you doing?! I can warn you, this is the Tianshan Sword Sect, if you dare to make trouble, you will be beaten out! ”

The young man snorted coldly: "I am from the Tianshan Sword Sect, this sword, you also deserve to be forged?!" ”

"Hey!? Why can't I reforge! You can't do this if you want to steal business! ”

Hearing that the other party was from the Tianshan Sword Sect, the boss was still not afraid.

The Tianshan Sword Sect has a good sect and a good reputation, and it is rare to bully people, so he is not afraid.

The boy took back one ingot of gold and one silver from the other party's hand, and left one ingot of silver for the boss.

"This sword, taken by my Tianshan Sword Sect, you picked up fifty taels of silver for nothing, steal it!"

"No! I took this sword, and I have to forge it! ”

The boss didn't give up, the young man pulled out the Longquan sword, and said in a low voice: "This sword is made of the dark iron outside the sky, just with the heat you have here, can you melt it?" ”

"Uh, this...."

"You said that the Outer Heaven Dark Iron is the Outer Heaven Dark Iron?"

When the boss heard this, he directly wilted, and his voice was quiet.

At this time, Li Chunfeng smiled lightly: "Boss, this sword is indeed made of extraterrestrial iron, and if you want to reforge it, you really need an extremely high temperature." ”

"Do you know it's the Outer Darkiron that is still coming to me? Aren't you playing tricks! ”

The boss snapped and closed the door of his shop, leaned against the door, and looked at the fifty taels of silver excitedly.

The young man returned a piece of silver and gold to Li Chunfeng, and then snorted coldly and said, "This is just to let me stop it, right?" ”

Li Chunfeng smiled and nodded.

"How dare you, our sect master is the descendant of Ou Zhizi's ancestor, and you just handed over the Longyuan Sword to someone else to cast it indiscriminately?"

Li Chunfeng arched his hand and said: "This trip is only to help my brother Yunxiao forge a sword, there is no other way, I hope you will forgive me." ”

The boy waved his hand.

"Okay, you won, our sect master is invited."

Li Chunfeng nodded and followed towards the mountain.

On the way, the young man said with a painful face: "Are you officials so rich, fifty taels of silver are like nothing, and you throw them out?" ”

Li Chunfeng shook his head.

"I don't have a lot of money, but I spend all my money."

"The guy who made you spend money is really a good brother..."

"Yes, it's a rare thing."

The young man sighed, and couldn't help but think in his heart that his friend must be a big wrongdoer.

Li Yunxiao, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly sneezed on horseback.

Yuan Tiangang, who was beside him, turned his head sideways to look, and just wanted to raise his hand to speculate on something, but he was slightly stunned and put his hand down again.

"Weird, I have a cold?"

Li Yunxiao rubbed his nose, and secretly said that he must have not rested well in the past two days and had a cold.

Li Chunfeng, on his side, followed the young man all the way to the Tianshan Sword Formation.

In front of him stood an old man with a white beard.

Dressed in plain clothes, with animal fur on his shoulders, he stood there like a sharp blade.

"Li Chunfeng, Li Chunfeng, if you really want to forge a sword and pass through this sword array, why do you want to borrow someone else's hand and insult my ancestors?"

The old man was the sect master of the contemporary Tianshan Sword Sect and the head of the Sword Casting Pavilion, Ling Yunzi.

Li Chunfeng arched his hand.

"No, no, Chunfeng has never insulted this sword, Sect Master Ling is closed, and Chunfeng has no other way."

Shout!

The Longquan Sword was sucked by Ling Yunzi with internal force.

"Li Chunfeng, the rules I set will not change, if this Tianshan sword formation is not broken, this sword is still safe for me for the time being."

"Is there really no other way?"

"That's nature!"

Li Chunfeng put away his smile and arched his hand.

"Good! Today, Chunfeng can only bother! Please! ”

Ling Yunzi waved his hand: "Okay!" Speak fast, it's long overdue! Let's go! ”

Airplanes~~~

With Ling Yunzi's order, the huge stone sword trembled slightly, Li Chunfeng's body suddenly lowered, and he felt a huge pressure on his body.

After a moment of familiarity, Li Chunfeng straightened up, put away the folding fan, and stretched out a hand to Ling Yunzi.

Swish!

The Longquan Sword was thrown into Li Chunfeng's hands.

The next moment, Ling Yunzi moved left and right as if he was dodging, holding a long sword, attacking Li Chunfeng!

"Divide the sword from the real and the virtual!"

Swish! Whew!

Li Chunfeng felt a flicker in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, four Ling Yunzi appeared in front of him.

"So fast!"

Li Chunfeng's eyes were solemn and he put on a posture!

"Sword Seven!"

The Longquan Sword Technique was used, and Li Chunfeng directly captured the real figure!

Bite!

The two collided with each other, causing a spark.