I have a little bit of talent

Fang Mu's mind was full of thoughts. As he followed the crowd forward, he thought about everything that had happened from yesterday to today.

I met Tong Shi on the official road, and we agreed to visit Tong's house today. When I was touring the south of the city at night, I heard about the Tong family's magic weapon. Then I came to visit them today, and it happened that Mr. Tong invited everyone to try out the magic weapon.

These things seemed to be coincidences and had nothing to do with each other, but Fang Mu always felt that something was not right. After all, Fang Mu had experienced his father's calculations, so he was more cautious than others about these coincidences and inevitable things.

But this was definitely not the work of Fang Lu. After all, if it was Fang Lu's arrangement and planning, Fang Mu would definitely not have noticed it at this moment!

What's more, it's just a magic weapon and Fang Lu shouldn't take it seriously.

"We'll take it one step at a time. I might as well go take a look at this magic weapon first. I wanted to take a look yesterday anyway."

After thinking about it for a long time without any result, Fang Mu simply stopped thinking about it. Even if there was some conspiracy involved, he would not be in danger with the cards he had.

Besides, even if someone wanted to harm him, the target now was Zhao Ming from the Iron Fist Sect. What did it have to do with Fang Mu?

"It seems like I need to keep a few of these vests on hand. They'll be useful at critical moments."

……

Mr. Tong led the crowd in silence, straight through the courtyard of the Tong Mansion, then through the back door of the Tong Mansion, and finally arrived in front of a building where Dushan City and Gushan Mountain were connected. The building was made entirely of steel, and although there was a gate between them, and the Dushan City's Yin-Yang formation absorbed heat, the heat still made everyone feel hot all over.

If not for the fact that everyone here and there had impressive cultivation, they would have been sweating all over and their faces would have turned red.

"Everyone, this is where my Tong family has forged weapons for many years, the Weapon Refining Pavilion!"

Mr. Tong introduced to everyone:

"This pavilion is made entirely of fine iron. There is a furnace inside, and the fire never goes out for a hundred years. Most of the weapons of my Tong family come from here."

"I've heard of the Tong family's Weapon Refining Pavilion for a long time. The temperature of the furnace there is extremely high, and it can turn steel into molten iron in an instant. After seeing it today, I know that what they said is true."

The one who spoke was the man holding the iron pen. Fang Mu vaguely remembered Mr. Tong saying that this man's name was Tong Qianjun, and he was a disciple of Jingzhou Wansheng Sect. The iron pen in his hand was his unique weapon, which could cut off a pulse with one stroke. It was quite extraordinary.

"Master Tong, you are joking. It is an exaggeration to say that it can melt steel in an instant. However, the heat of this furnace is incomparable to ordinary firepower."

It was obvious from Mr. Tong's words that he was very proud of his own Weapon Refining Pavilion.

At this time, the door of the Weapon Training Pavilion suddenly opened, and several people walked out. Leading them was a young man with sweat all over his forehead. It was Tong Shi.

Seeing Mr. Tong and others, Tong Shi hurriedly saluted.

"Uncle, you are here, everything is ready."

Mr. Tong smiled and nodded when he heard this. Seeing that Tong Shi was sweating profusely, he said:

"Thank you for your hard work. It is really hard to stay here without any training. You should stay away from here to avoid excessive sweating and physical weakness."

"Thank you for your concern, uncle. I'll just wait for you guys outside."

Tong Shi nodded in response, then raised his head to look at everyone and found Fang Mu was among them, looking at him with a smile.

"Brother Zhao is here too. I'm sorry I neglected you today because I was busy."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just want to join in the fun. Brother Tong will take me around Dushan City after we're done."

Fang Mu still smiled and said:

Mr. Tong patted Tong Shi on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Fortunately, you invited Brother Zhao to come to my Tong Mansion. With the Iron Fist Sect's masters here, you can rest assured."

Tong Shi just touched his head, didn't say anything, but showed a simple smile.

"Everyone follow me in. Tong Shi, you and your men will guard outside and don't let outsiders get close."

After Mr. Tong finished his instructions, he was the first to step into the Weapon Training Pavilion.

The others hurriedly followed, while Tong Shi obediently guarded the door with a few others.

When Fang Mu passed by him, he followed suit and patted his shoulder, revealing a meaningful smile.

Boom! As everyone entered, the door slammed shut with a loud noise.

"Mr. Tong, you need to repair this door. It makes too much noise."

Fang Mu covered his ears and said that he was the last one to enter the Weapon Refining Pavilion. The sound was right next to his ears and it was really uncomfortable.

Mr. Tong said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, everyone. The iron gate of the Weapon Refining Pavilion has not been repaired for many years. I'm sorry to disturb you."

Most of the people present also covered their ears, with slightly painful expressions. They were all cultivators with hearing abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, and they all felt a little dizzy at this.

"Let's not talk about the gate for now, let's go take a look at the magic weapon first."

As soon as Mr. Tong said this, everyone's originally somewhat dissatisfied expressions immediately disappeared, and they all looked at Mr. Tong eagerly.

The Weapon Refining Pavilion is filled with various weapons displayed on weapon racks. In the middle is a huge furnace, three meters high, with the top of the furnace almost connected to the roof.

The furnace was blood red in color, and it was unknown what kind of strange iron it was made of. A hint of fire could be seen in it, and gushing heat was emanating from it.

Mr. Tong walked to the front of the furnace, stretched out his finger and pressed the furnace mouth. As if triggering some mechanism, the furnace mouth opened automatically.

At this time, everyone knew that the magical weapon was in the furnace, and they all looked over there hurriedly.

I saw a huge cluster of flames burning in the furnace, and rolling heat waves were blowing towards me. In the middle of the flames, there was a sword floating in the air. The sword was blood red in color and rose and fell with the shaking of the flames.

……

Just as everyone filed into the Weapon Refining Pavilion, with the sound of the iron gate closing, Tong Shi, who had been waiting with his head down, suddenly changed his expression. His originally gentle temperament became gloomy, and then he raised his head and glanced coldly at the several Tong family members behind him.

When the Tong family members saw Tong Shi looking at them, they were about to say something.

But suddenly, as if he had seen something horrible, his pupils shrank, and then his eyes darkened, and he knew nothing.

When Tong Shi looked at these Tong family members, they became dazed for some reason. Then they held up their heads with both hands and exerted force suddenly. There were a few clicking sounds, and it turned out that these people broke their own necks and committed suicide!

If someone saw this weird scene, they would probably be scared half to death.

"Master, what should we do next?"

The carriage driver appeared in front of Tong Shi at some point, bowed and said:

"Today, my Tong family encountered a great disaster, and the magic weapon backfired!"

Tong Shi looked back at the Weapon Training Pavilion with an expressionless face.

"These evil thieves nearly massacred my entire Tong family. Fortunately, thanks to the protection of the Iron Fist Sect's hero Zhao, I, Tong Shi, was able to survive.

"How can such a blood feud go unrevenged?"

“Got it, Master. Except for Zhao Ming, everyone else must die!

"The Iron Fist Sect is the righteous sect in the world. What its members say will surely convince others, so Zhao Ming cannot die."

The driver was immediately impressed by his master's arrangement.