Mystery: start a secret pavilion

In the wine shop, push a cup to change a cup.

Wu Feng and Fang Chen were in the same room, had a drink and had a good time, laughing and chatting happily during the period.

Wu Feng suddenly felt that the smell was similar, and he laughed loudly: "Senior Brother Fang, it is my great fortune to meet you at Xiandaomen!"

"Ugh……"

Fang Chen, who was drunk, slapped the table and sighed heavily.

"Unfortunately, in this law hall, it is indeed my great misfortune. I have nowhere to display my talents!"

"The interior of this Immortal Dao Gate is already filthy."

"This law hall seems to be the place in charge of the laws of the Immortal Dao Sect, but in fact it has already become a shelter for filth."

"Members of the Law Hall know the law and break the law."

Fang Chen looked mournful for his misfortune and angry for his indisputability, quite embarrassed.

Back then when he became a disciple of the Immortal Dao Sect, not only was he outstandingly talented, but he also had a youthful enthusiasm, wanting to shine for the Immortal Dao Sect.

But the cruel encounters over the years gradually made him disheartened.

He is upright and upright, and he does not engage in flattery in the sect, so he has offended many people, and the training resources he receives every month have been deducted layer by layer.

Otherwise, he would have been a true disciple long ago.

Wu Feng looked at Fang Chen's drunk appearance and sighed.

Life will smooth out a person's edges and corners, and the cruel cultivation world will make it even worse.

Often the stronger the country and sect, the stronger the intrigue within it.

Fang Chen fell asleep alone.

Wu Feng put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and walked out of the inn.

At night, Xianshui Town is brightly lit and even bustling. This is also the time when the underground market starts trading.

Most of them are monks who hide their identities and don't want to show them to others.

Wu Feng came to the underground square city, and was amazed to see the masked monks.

There are rangers wielding swords, women in revealing clothes, and old women with sinister smiles who look like ghosts.

In the past, Wu Feng always showed himself as the master of Tianji Pavilion, and he was used to being aloof. Looking at the surrounding environment from the perspective of a young monk, he had some insights.

【Ding! 】

[Hereby promulgate the task: to become a qualified alchemist, the task time is two days. 】

[Mission failed, deduct [-] million sky value. 】

Wu Feng: "..."

I'm sorry!

Before the previous task was executed, a new task came, and the time was even shorter.

What a black heart!
Wearing a mask, Wu Feng wandered around in the underground workshop, when he suddenly saw a sword casting workshop, he had an idea and walked in.

At night, the sword casting workshop was brightly lit, and the shirtless sword smiths were hard at work striking iron, and it was full of enthusiasm.

"My little brother, what kind of sword do you want to forge?"

A servant came over and asked humbly.

Wu Feng shook his head: "I didn't come here to forge swords."

The boy's face darkened, "If you don't come to forge swords, why are you here?"
At this moment, the boy's attitude took a [-]-degree turn, leaving Wu Feng aside.

Wu Feng was not in a hurry, watching the swordsmith strike iron, every movement was natural, his appearance was rough, but he was full of beauty.

Chi!
A sword chant resounded through the air, sharp and sharp!

A mysterious spirit treasure has been crafted.

"Hey, Master Black Iron, how is my sword made?" A customer came in and asked politely.

"Sorry for the delay." Master Heitie said.

"What are you talking about? Who doesn't know that you, Master Black Iron, are a well-known swordsmith with a radius of hundreds of miles." The customer said with a smile.

In a short while, this mysterious spirit treasure was taken away.

It was only at this time that Wu Feng saw a black sword hanging on the wall of the Jianjian Workshop, with dragon patterns engraved on it. The surrounding area was spotless and well protected.

This is an earth-level spiritual treasure!
Only after hearing the words of those who came and gone, Wu Fangzhou knew that this earth-level spirit treasure was also made by Master Heitie.

Master Heitie glanced at Wu Feng, and said coldly: "I am a small place, please wait for the idlers to retreat."

Realizing that he wanted to drive him away, Wu Feng smiled indifferently and said, "I came here for a business."

After speaking, he took out the Seven Star Sword from the space ring.

Suddenly, starlight rippling, in the dreamlike sword light, a terrifying sword energy overflowed.

hiss!
Heavenly Spirit Treasure!

The people present gasped, and looked at Wu Feng one after another, full of greedy expressions, wanting to see Wu Feng's true face through that mask.

"Hmph, just because you are young people who want to covet the heavenly spirit treasure?" Wu Feng sneered, releasing the spiritual power of the heavenly realm.

These coveted people were shocked.

At such a young age, he is already at the Celestial Realm. I am afraid that he is either a true disciple of the immortals, or a disciple of a certain big family who came out to practice.

Master Heitie stared at the Seven Star Sword, his eyes became hot all of a sudden, like a fanatical pilgrim, he said, "Can you let me have a look at this sword?"

Wu Feng handed over the Seven Star Sword.

Master Heitie caressed the Seven Star Sword, and said full of praise: "A good sword, a good sword, I am so lucky to be able to see this kind of sword."

"To be honest, this sword was given to me by Master. I came this time to ask Master Heitie how to hide the sharpness of this sword?" Wu Feng asked.

After all, he is just a cultivator in the Heaven Realm, and it is too ostentatious to walk around the market with a Heaven Rank Spirit Treasure, so there will inevitably be people who covet it.

Not to mention that it is fully mobilized during the fight, and it cannot hide the breath of the heavenly spirit treasure.

"Of course I can do this." Heitie Master patted his chest and promised.

Master Heitie entered a separate room holding the Seven Star Sword, and came out panting after an hour.

The body of the black iron sword has been coated with a film of special material, which cannot be seen at all unless you look carefully.

Wu Feng tried to mobilize the sword energy of the Seven Star Sword, but as expected, it was only equivalent to an earth-level spirit treasure.

"Can the aura of this sword only be hidden to the level of an earth-level spirit treasure?" Wu Feng frowned.

"It's really because I'm ignorant, I can only do this." Master Heitie gave his head away in embarrassment.

Wu Feng had no choice but to do so.

An earth-level spirit treasure can also attract the coveted eyes of others, but it is not as ostentatious as a heaven-level spirit treasure.

When he was about to pay, Master Heitie refused: "I am lucky enough to have a glimpse of this heavenly treasure. Little brother, I don't want the money."

Wu Feng walked out the door with the Seven Star Sword on his back.

Suddenly, Master Heitie sent a voice transmission: "Little brother, you should leave here quickly, there are already many people coveting the sword in your hand."

Wu Feng frowned, swept his spiritual sense, and as expected, he found a lot of people sneaking around in the dark.

Several of them are disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect.

There was another person, Wu Feng frowned, showing a strange expression.

There was a hint of demonic energy faintly exuding from this person.

"System, check this person's identity." Wu Feng said in a deep voice.