The next morning, when Chen Feng got up, he was already on the pole.

Fortunately, there is nothing important recently, and I am still happy when I get up late. He stretched and yawned, feeling the warmth of the sun outside, and narrowed his eyes pleasantly.

Walking out of the door, the big guys were already up, and only Xiaohu was still sleeping in the room.

is not only greedy, but also sleepy, such a "tiger" is not majestic at all.

Walking downstairs, the other four people except him and Fat Tiger sat around for breakfast. Chen Feng also sat down politely, anyway, it was Miss Wu who opened the money, and his poor boy was stained with this light, so he just moved his mouth to eat.

He suddenly remembered that the wisdom of spiritual objects such as fire seals was not inferior to ordinary people, but it was not a great pleasure to eat fireworks in the world.

But he shook his head at his ridiculous thoughts.

The fire seal relies on absorbing the energy in his heart to strengthen himself, and he relies on eating to strengthen his body, which is actually the same in essence. In this way, there is nothing unhappiness for others.

There was plenty of food on the table, a few dishes were ordered last night, and there were many new dishes.

But perhaps because he had just woken up, Chen Feng had a poor appetite, so he hastily pulled a few mouthfuls of rice and stopped his chopsticks.

Greeting everyone, he strode out the door while the sun was not yet so hot.

"Brother Sanniu!" Qingluan was also full, and heard that Chen Feng was going out to play and wanted to follow him.

"No need, you can stay here and take care of the eldest lady. If you are not familiar with the place, I will first explore the way, see what is interesting and beautiful, and then go out tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so that I can show you the way. ”

"Ao" Qingluan replied and sat back down. Wu Wenjie looked at this maid who was younger than herself dotingly, and glanced at Chen Feng, letting him go.

Chen Feng also smiled at everyone and signaled to him, and then stopped staying.

The flow of people in this area of Zuixian Building is not particularly large. Although his food is delicious and the wine is sweet, it is not in the golden section of the town center, and the recent tourists are all rushing to the sword hall. So the farther away from the town center, the more sparsely populated.

Chen Feng also wanted to go to the Sword Pavilion today. But he didn't know if he could get in, so he had to try his luck.

After walking a little in the direction of the center of the town, I was already unaware of the noisy crowd. Originally, some merchants in the town saw this opportunity and set up stalls early in crowded places, waiting to make a lot of money during the Sword Conference.

But it doesn't seem to be going to be the case. The streets are so crowded with people that there's no chance to stop and look at the goods on these open-air stalls, let alone shop carefully.

Chen Feng was quite interested in these things, looked left and right, and found that there were a lot of things sold here. From food to clothes, to all kinds of rare treasures, probably due to the influence of the Sword Pavilion, Chen Feng even saw some swords with rough workmanship.

He picked a few stalls with a few people and asked if these sword sellers could forge swords, and the answers he got were mostly yes. He had to sigh that the strong sword cultivation atmosphere had penetrated into the hearts of every citizen.

Although he wanted to forge a sword, he would never make up for it indiscriminately, and make a handful to fool the past.

If you want to cast, you can cast a good one, go to the sword hall to find a master who has been casting swords for most of your life, it doesn't matter if you spend some price, you must get a good weapon that at least satisfies you.

However, Chen Feng still underestimated the degree of madness of the people here with the word "sword".

Starting from children, people with a little money in Daming Town will find a master with some skills to start teaching swords. Usually at the age of twelve or thirteen, children who have learned swordsmanship since childhood have already achieved a small amount of swordsmanship, and before adulthood, some talented ones can already be compared to old swordsmen who have practiced swords outside for decades.

It is precisely because of this atmosphere of "everyone has sword practice" that is widely spread in secret, and the sword-casting industry in Daming Town has also risen year by year. Steel swords, quenched swords, and all kinds of famous types of swords can be found in the blacksmith shops of this area.

However, it is also because of the large quantity, the quality is uneven. But the two big signs in the town are still trustworthy.

One is called "Broken Mountain", and the other is called "Piercing Clouds". It has been in business for hundreds of years, and the sword-forging skills that have been passed down from generation to generation are not exquisite. There are countless experienced swordsmiths in the shop.

Chen Feng didn't look down on these two sword-casting shops, but he really wanted a good sword that could calm the scene, and it must not be mortal.

So he was looking for the third swordsmithing shop in the town, called "Longyin Tower".

This shop is in the sword hall in the center of the town.

He covered the sun with his hand and looked at the sword pavilion that was already looming.

After walking a few more steps, I suddenly saw a bunch of people watching the excitement in front of me, and there seemed to be a shouting inside.

Maybe it's something interesting and curios, he thought to himself, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he didn't stop but walked straight forward.

"Hey, let's take a look. ”

Chen Feng was shocked in his heart, it was the voice of the fire seal.

"Is there anything good?" Chen Feng asked with his mind.

"I don't know, let's go over and have a look. ”

Chen Feng answered, and squeezed along the flow of people to the stall.

"Take a look, the heavy sword of the Xuantie is full of weight, left by the strong who entered the Dao, the family heirloom, the opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again!"

In the middle of the crowd, a man in leather armor with his hair tied up high shouted as he slapped the greatsword in front of him.

Chen Feng looked at the giant sword, which was about five feet, three palms wide, black all over, and rust grew in some places, but it was only half, and it looked even more dilapidated.

Ordinary adults, the strength of lifting can reach one or two hundred catties is already a strong man, after the completion of the qi into the qi refining realm, can strengthen the body, perhaps this value can reach four or five hundred catties, different from person to person.

But half of this heavy sword is already at least four or five hundred catties. Just to lift him up, you have to let a Qi Refining Realm master do his best without using his True Qi, let alone wield it to kill the enemy.

If such a weapon really appeared during the match, I am afraid that it would only make others laugh off their big teeth.

"Hey, boy, you can't lift this heavy sword, how can you use it to kill the enemy?" a big man stood up and asked the man who sold the sword.

"There's always someone who lifts up, and that's my market. The man looked at the rough man and replied quite calmly.

"Hahahaha, then you just wait for your sales, but this place, Lao Tzu wants to use it. Chen Feng saw that this man was carrying a big burden, and there were some faint strips in it, probably a person who came to sell swords.

The man selling the big sword looked at the former with a smile: "The roadside stalls in Daming Town have always come first and come first, why did I occupy your place." ”

The strong man snorted: "That's true, but your sword can't be sold at all, this is called occupying the pit and not, wasting resources, the big guy said, isn't it?"

He asked the crowd in a loud voice.

I didn't expect that there were a few who echoed him, but they were sparse and sparse, and it was obviously what he was looking for.

Chen Feng saw all this in his eyes, but did not speak.

"Why can't I sell this? There's always someone who likes this style, can you handle it?"

The strong man sneered: "Don't talk about selling it, if someone can lift your iron lump above your head today, I will kneel down and kowtow to you and call Dad!"

He looked around, "Who wants to try it?"

The people around looked at each other, and no one wanted to be this bird.

"See, don't get out of here!" the muscles in his arms throbbed, showing a terrifying sense of power.

The man in leather armor had a sad face.

"Wait!I~want~buy~"

With a loud shout, Chen Feng walked out of the crowd and looked at the big man in front of him with a smile.

"Why? I don't think I'm missing a weapon at hand. And I'm a person, it's hard, the heavier the better, I look at this sword, it's good. ”

Chen Feng smiled, but he was a little stunned in his heart.

"Dead squirrel, what level is this person, will I be bullied??"

"Don't worry, although you look strong, your real strength is still a line behind you. ”

When Chen Feng heard this, his heart became steady, and he became even more dissolute, staggered to the side of the big sword, stretched out his fingers and tapped it, making a dull sound.

"Look at this kind of heavy sword, it's like picking a watermelon, one look, two touches, three knocks, a good sword is a good one, you listen. He knocked twice more and looked at the strong man playfully.

The man's eyebrows were furious.

"Try it, can you lift it?" or ......" He clenched his fists, his joints popped, and Chen Feng was startled.

But he immediately regained his composure look.

"It's natural to try, you guys!" he exclaimed, then reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

"Drink !!"

Motionless.

"Drink !!!"

Motionless.

The anger in the strong man's eyes was even stronger, and he took a long breath.

"So, play me. ”

Seeing that he was about to move, Chen Feng shouted in his heart:

"Dead squirrel!!You're a thousand-knife killer!!Give me some energy!!"

His heart was hot, and a surging blood filled his limbs, Chen Feng's skin was slightly red, and his hair stood up slightly.

He grinned, feeling the abundant sense of power.

Tie your horse, stretch out your hand, and hold your sword.

"Ha !!"

The pitch-black broken sword soared into the air, flew straight into the sky, turned into a black dot, and then quickly fell.

The strong man's pupils narrowed, and the heavy object smashed straight down on the top of his head!

"Knock !!"

The mountains shook and the dust flew. Everyone was unstable and sat on the ground, and the man who sold the big sword had a little white lips and slowly swallowed a mouthful of spit.

The strong man got up and patted his buttocks, and when he saw Chen Feng looking at him with burning eyes, his heart was cold, and he was about to run away.

"Stop!" Chen Feng burst into the street.

"Dad hasn't recognized it yet, why are you in a hurry to leave?"