City Lord's Mansion, Martial Arts Arena.
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"Raise your hands high and attack quickly!"
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Blacksmith Chen sat on a stone block beside the martial arts field, watching Fengfeng and his new apprentices practicing with swords. Although he felt pleased, there was a lingering worry in his eyes.
Nineteen years passed, and both he and the widow Sister Wang had reached the age of knowing the destiny, and their physical strength was not as good as before.
Wu is afraid of the young and strong.
He is no longer a match for his daughter. All the new guards recruited by the City Lord's Mansion in the past two years have been trained by Fengfeng.
Fortunately, his prestige still existed. Relying on this prestige, he shamelessly found an easy job for Sister Wang in the kitchen so that he could take care of her more conveniently.
With his family by his side and Fengfeng taking over, he should be happy, as she is even better than him.
Blacksmith Chen sighed softly.
Suddenly, a somewhat messy sound of footsteps came from behind him.
Blacksmith Chen immediately calmed down, stood up and looked back.
Seeing a middle-aged man in a long gown approaching hurriedly, Chen the Blacksmith hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "City Lord."
"Old Instructor, that evil cultivator is here again!"
The middle-aged man in the long gown had a solemn expression on his face, and his tone was filled with anxiety: "They are at the city gate right now!"
"What?"
Blacksmith Chen's expression changed slightly. "Isn't there still two days left?"
"Dad, is this the Qi Refining cultivator you mentioned before?"
Feng Feng heard the noise, put away her knife, and came over. She clasped her fists towards the middle-aged man in the long gown and said, "Uncle Zhao."
"You're welcome, niece."
The city lord waved his hand and said, "You are right. It is the monk who boasted so arrogantly before."
"City Lord, this matter must be handled with caution."
Blacksmith Chen said worriedly, "I always feel that this person is different from the monks before."
The city lord sighed slightly upon hearing this: "In recent years, whenever a cultivator has come to cause trouble, have we ever not treated him with caution?"
Fengfeng listened from the side, frowning slightly.
She also knew that there were often cultivators entering Dushui City and causing chaos. Fortunately, they were all cultivators in the Qi training stage who had not yet established their foundation.
People at this level, although they have spiritual power and physical strength far beyond that of ordinary people, their methods are ordinary.
Over the years, Dad has killed at least thirty Qi-refining monks with his superb swordsmanship.
But today Daddy said the word "cautious". What kind of opponent is he?
She tightened her weapon in her hand, a murderous look flashed in her eyes, and she was about to speak, but Blacksmith Chen spoke first:
"Fengfeng, this time it's Daddy who will take action. You just watch from the dark."
Blacksmith Chen said in a serious tone, "Without Dad's permission, you are not allowed to use the knife. If you think the situation is bad, immediately scatter and run away. Do you understand?"
Fengfeng bit her lower lip and said, "Dad, I am better than you now..."
"You are a little stronger than me now, but if you meet a serious cultivator, what will this little bit mean?"
Blacksmith Chen patted Fengfeng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, maybe Dad is just overthinking it."
"Fengfeng, listen to your father."
The city lord smiled helplessly, "If we are really unlucky, we old ones will die, but you young people have to escape."
Feng Feng's face turned bitter, "Uncle Zhao, can't you say something auspicious?"
"No more, no more."
The city lord chuckled, then straightened his expression slightly: "Anyway, the old rules are the same. First try to trick him, and then take action if that doesn't work."
A moment later.
Blacksmith Chen and the city lord brought a large group of people to the city gate.
Fengfeng was mixed in the team at the back, and looking past the people in front, she saw a jade sedan parked in the middle of the open space outside the door.
On both sides of the jade chariot stood two strong men with piercing eyes.
Fengfeng narrowed her eyes slightly and saw their bulging temples, which made her heart tremble.
These four people who carry the sedan chair are all masters!
She raised her gaze to the feminine young man who was resting with his eyes closed on the sedan chair. Just as she was about to observe him, she saw the feminine young man suddenly open his eyes and look towards her.
Fengfeng's heart skipped a beat and she immediately lowered her head and looked away. An inexplicable chill rose from the soles of her feet.
She finally understood where her father's "caution" came from. The look in his eyes was so scary.
"City Lord Zhao, have you considered this?"
The feminine young man spoke slowly: "As long as you hand over the magic weapon left by Zhao Qiong, I can consider letting you go."
The city lord's face was grim: "Your Excellency clearly said that you would give us three days to consider, and only one day has passed."
"Only one day?"
The feminine young man rubbed his brows and smiled: "It's also your bad luck. I sleep for exactly three days. But this time, I woke up early."
"Mr. Zhao, don't be so shameless!"
The bald man carrying the sedan chair sneered, "My master has never been so easy to talk to. This time he is doing it for the sake of your ancestors.
If you know what's good for you, hand over the treasure immediately. Otherwise, everyone in this city will be buried with you!"
The city lord clenched his fist, suppressed his anger, and said calmly: "Sir, when our Zhao family's ancestors left, they only left behind a set of large formations to protect the safety of Water City, and no magic treasures.
Even if you ask me this a hundred times, the answer will be the same."
"Formation?"
The smile in the feminine young man's eyes widened: "Formation is also a magic weapon. If City Lord Zhao hands over the formation flag, my promise will still be valid."
After hearing this, the city lord finally couldn't help but frown, "Sir, please don't go too far! The city defense formation passed down by our Zhao family is not to be trifled with."
When the feminine young man heard this, he burst into laughter.
The city lord frowned, "What are you laughing at?"
The feminine young man seemed not to hear and continued laughing.
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