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"So after Tong Shi told you how to nourish the magic weapon with blood, you started to feed the red flame with the blood of everyone in the name of collecting the magic weapon?"

Boss Mo couldn't help but speak.

"Even though I know nothing about the secrets of weapon forging, I know that this method of sucking blood to raise soldiers is not the right way. How could you actually do such a thing? Your Tong family is a weapon forging family in vain."

"What do you know!" Mr. Tong roared:

“This red flame has overturned half of my life’s hard work. In order to make it completely restore its spirituality and reproduce the power of a divine weapon, it is just a little blood. What does it count for?

"What's more, after absorbing so much blood, this Chi Yan's spirituality is slowly recovering. Otherwise, why would it recognize this Tong as its master today?"

After shouting and cursing loudly for a few times, Mr. Tong's anger seemed to subside a little and he regained his composure.

"As long as Hero Tong dies, I can use my secret method to truly control the Red Flame Sword.

"By then, my Tong family will surely be able to take another step forward, and this sacrifice will be worth it."

After Mr. Tong finished speaking, he lightly grasped the Red Flame Sword in one hand and looked at Fang Mu and others, only to find that Fang Mu seemed to be smiling and was looking at him as if he were a fool.

Being looked at in such a teasing way by Fang Mu, a surge of anger spread from his heart for no reason. Just as he was about to yell, he suddenly felt that the Red Flame Sword in his hand became blazingly hot, and it was actually burning his hand!

Mr. Tong was just about to let go and control it with his true Qi, but he didn't expect the Red Flame Sword to flash red, and the sword body turned over, slashing towards Mr. Tong's arm without anyone controlling it.

It can only be said that this Red Flame Sword is worthy of being a divine weapon. It slashed at an extremely fast speed, drawing a red arc in the air.

Mr. Tong's face changed drastically. Unable to dodge in time, he could only gather all his energy to resist, while at the same time exerting force on his feet, using the force to retreat quickly backwards.

But it's no use!

Mr. Tong's cultivation is very profound. Layers of true energy cover his arms, which are difficult to break even with sharp weapons.

But this Red Flame Sword is not a sharp weapon, but a divine weapon!

With this slash, Mr. Tong's Qi barrier was cut directly like a piece of paper, and he couldn't even resist or delay.

There was a flash of red light, and the Scarlet Flame Sword flew straight towards Fang Mu and the others, heading towards the gate of the Weapon Refining Pavilion.

At the same time, the door opened with a bang.

A slender figure appeared in front of the door, with the Red Flame Sword held obediently in his hand, not at all like he was out of control and slashing people just now.

"Tong Shi! It's really you!"

Mr. Tong was in a miserable state at this time. Only the half of his right arm above the elbow was left, and the rest of his arm was cut open and fell to the ground.

He could only hold his broken arm in severe pain, sweating all over, but the broken arm was smooth and tidy, without any blood flowing out, just pitch black. But the Red Flame Sword was a divine weapon of fire, and the heat had already scorched the broken end when the arm was cut off!

Mr. Tong covered his broken arm and looked towards the door, only to see Tong Shi standing there with the Red Flame Sword in his hand. For a moment, he even forgot the pain of the wound and cried out in shock.

When the people in the field saw this change, they reacted differently.

Zhang Xian, Tang Yue and others hurried to Mr. Tong and protected him firmly behind them.

The faces of Mo Lao and Tong Qianjun changed. They dared not stand in front of the door anymore and retreated to the side of the furnace. Fang Mu, with a speechless look on his face, pulled Chen Qingfeng and walked over.

Poor Chen Qingfeng. He had recovered a little when Fang Mu was talking to Mr. Tong, but the situation on the field changed again. He felt that his brain was not enough and could only continue to let Fang Mu drag him away in a daze.

"This guy doesn't look like a fool, but I didn't expect his brain is not working well."

Fang Mu was too exhausted to complain about Chen Qingfeng.

What he didn't know was that Chen Qingfeng was not born like this. This was related to a technique he practiced. Let's leave this matter aside for now and talk about it later.

……

Tong Shi, holding the Red Flame Sword, walked to the center at a leisurely pace, stretched out his hand and waved it back, and the door of the Weapon Casting Pavilion slammed shut again with a loud noise. Just as he was about to speak, another voice sounded first.

"Just close the door if you want. Why are you always making such loud noises? This is the second time!"

But it was Fang Mu who was speaking with a frown on his face, looking slightly dissatisfied.

After these words were spoken, Boss Mo and Tong Qianjun couldn't help but roll their eyes, feeling a little speechless.

It's already this late, but he still cares about the sound of the door closing. Zhao Ming is really careless.

Hearing Fang Mu's complaints, Tong Shi actually nodded and said seriously:

"Brother Zhao is right. The gate of the Weapon Casting Pavilion really needs to be repaired."

Then he looked at Mr. Tong expressionlessly.

"Not only this gate, but the entire Tong family needs some renovation. It's time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, don't you think? My dear uncle."

Tong Shi spoke the last few words of this sentence almost word by word, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Mr. Tong.

"Why are you doing this? I have always treated you as my own child. Even though you cannot practice cultivation, I have never treated you unfairly. But I never thought that you would be such an ungrateful person!"

After all, Mr. Tong had a high level of cultivation, and he had recovered in just a moment. The wound on his arm gradually disappeared as his true energy circulated. Although this half of his arm could not be reattached for the time being, fortunately he was able to move around safely.

Looking at Tong Shi at this time, he was also very angry.

"Treat them as your own? Never treat them unfairly?"

Tong Shi was amused when he heard this.

"If I hadn't seen my father die at your hands, I would have believed it."

This sentence had a very good effect. Everyone present suddenly changed their expressions and looked at Mr. Tong in disbelief.

Fang Mu touched his nose again and thought to himself, "The sex scene is coming!"

As the first family in Dushan City to forge weapons, any movement of the Tong family would attract the attention of others.

Mr. Tong was indeed not originally a candidate for the head of the Tong family.

He has an older brother, who is Tong Shi's father. He is gentle and kind, and treats people with a warm welcome. He is also very famous in Dushan City.

But later on, for some unknown reason, Tong Shi's father fell ill and even his cultivation level was not enough to resist the disease, so he died of the illness. Only then did Mr. Tong secure his position as the head of the family.

This incident happened more than ten years ago and caused a sensation in Dushan City at the time. It was not until Mr. Tong took charge of the Tong family that things gradually calmed down.

Now it seems that there is another reason for Tong Shi’s father’s death.

However, when Mr. Tong heard what Tong Shi said, his body trembled slightly, which showed how excited he was. He said incoherently:

"That's impossible. There was no one else there at the time. You're lying!"

"Do you admit that you killed my father?"

Tong Shi shouted loudly,

Mr. Tong realized that he had let the cat out of the bag in a hurry just now, and there was nothing to hide anymore, so he laughed angrily.

"Yes, if he didn't die, how could I be the head of the Tong family?

"In terms of cultivation and weapon-making techniques, I am no match for him! Just because he was born a few years earlier than me, he wants to ride on my head. If he doesn't die, who will?"

Mr. Tong knew that his image had collapsed, so he decided to give up.