Yin Qi said: "This sword is not very heavy, it is just within your tolerance range!"
Liu Feng glanced at Yin Qi and picked up the long sword on the ground with great effort. It was indeed within his ability to bear. However, he had no idea how long he could stand still holding such a heavy sword.
"Come to the cabin after dark and find me. I can tell you everything about the Forbidden Land of Mist!" After saying that, Yin Qi turned and walked away. As he walked away, he gave another instruction: "Practicing swordsmanship depends on self-awareness. I have confidence in you!"
"You?" Liu Feng didn't know what to say as he held the heavy sword. In order to improve his swordsmanship to be better than Yin Qi, he gave it his all.
"I must defeat you and leave here in glory!" Liu Feng's eyes were filled with determination, and then he raised the heavy sword in his hand with great effort. The sword was extremely heavy, and it seemed that it was just a little bit away from reaching Liu Feng's limit. Perhaps if there was any slight disturbance, Liu Feng would be blown to the ground with the sword.
This time, Liu Feng was no longer at ease holding the heavy sword. He didn't know how Yin Qi forged this sword, but the weight was just within Liu Feng's tolerance. After holding the heavy sword for a while, Liu Feng's hands began to tremble, and a faint soreness rose in his arms.
"Can't you hold on so soon?" Liu Feng shook his teeth and persisted. Soon, the blue veins all over his body swelled and the several martial spirit rings on his arms began to flicker, as if reminding Liu Feng that his strength had reached its limit.
"I must hold on until sunset, I must!" Liu Feng's determined eyes always kept his hands and sword in a straight line. Slowly, beads of sweat the size of beans began to drip from his forehead. Unknowingly, his clothes were soaked with sweat. His trembling hands seemed unable to support the heavy sword any longer.
It was unknown how long it had been before Liu Feng took a long breath and his heavy sword was stuck into the ground. Leaning on the sword, Liu Feng looked back at the wooden house behind him. The sun was setting at this time, but the lights in the wooden house were on. Perhaps Yin Qi was waiting for Liu Feng.
Liu Feng threw the heavy sword on the ground and walked slowly towards the wooden house with heavy steps.
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The wooden house was bustling with activity. Yin Qi was sitting next to a stove that was burning brightly. He was holding a hammer in his hand and kept hitting the metal objects on the stove. He seemed to be casting something. Liu Feng seemed a little envious of Yin Qi's focused expression.
"You're here?" Yin Qi spoke without turning his head and just focused on the stove.
"You said you would tell me everything about the Forbidden Land of Mist."
"Don't be impatient, come over and see what's in it first." Yin Qi's shining eyes were always fixed on the stove.
Liu Feng walked over curiously, and the ring soul in the magic ring also floated out. The ring soul's curiosity was definitely even greater than Liu Feng's.
Liu Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw what was in the stove. Yin Qi was actually forging a pair of shackles, which were clearly shackles for tying people up.
"What do you mean? Are you afraid that I will run away?" Liu Feng shouted in confusion.
Yin Qi sneered and said nothing. He only said calmly: "If these shackles lock someone up, that person will not be able to escape even if he has great abilities. These shackles are also one of the best tools to torture a person!"
"You?" Liu Feng gritted his teeth in anger, but at this time his hands were so weak that he couldn't even clench his fists.
(End of this chapter)