After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"Ah, but that kind of famous weapon can only be forged by a master or even a divine craftsman."

"Not only that, the materials consumed are enough to forge precious weapons."

Above sharp weapons are famous weapons, above famous weapons are mysterious weapons, above mysterious weapons are precious weapons, and above them are divine weapons.

Using the materials for casting precious weapons to create a famous weapon is a waste of resources.

Behind it are strong financial resources and connections.

Therefore, in terms of weapons, the geniuses from humble backgrounds and the local geniuses in the capital lost at the starting line.

The apprentices were setting up the venue for the conference while shaking their heads and sighing. However, at this moment, there was a commotion at the door.

"Welcome Your Royal Highness!"

I don't know who shouted.

So all the people passing by lowered their heads tactfully.

Jiang Yu came in from the door, accompanied by Qingniao and a woman in a red dress who looked very noble.

She is tall, with fiery red hair at the ends that looks like it's on fire when she jumps. She has fair skin and beautiful looks, and lives a life of luxury.

Seeing her, the apprentices all swallowed their saliva.

Princess Yuyang, now the little princess of Dayu, is deeply loved by His Majesty and has amazing talent. She is very outstanding among all the princes and princesses, second only to the eldest princess.

"Brother Crown Prince, you promised me that you would give me a good sword for my birthday."

Princess Yuyang said in a delicate voice.

"Master Du has been silent for many years. This time he comes out, I believe he will not disappoint you."

Jiang Yu showed a pampering and easygoing attitude that was not in line with his status.

Du Wufeng, one of the only four remaining master craftsmen of the sword furnace, is particularly good at forging swords.

His masterpiece is the...Tianren Divine Sword that now hangs high above the Tianren City!

The blacksmith apprentice who heard these few words and the craftsmen who came from all over the country to participate in the conference couldn't help but twitch their lips.

Obviously, Jiang Yu and Princess Yuyang came here for the weapons of the Qianlong Conference.

In order to get a famous weapon, you ask a master craftsman to forge a furnace?

In the whole world, perhaps only the prince of Dayu has such power.

"Don't worry, young marquis. I, Old Huo, am proficient in all eighteen kinds of weapons. I will definitely forge a suitable spear for you."

Huo Bingzi was a square-faced man wearing straw sandals. He had received favors from the Prince of Zhennan in his early years.

Therefore, when he knew that Zhong Zhenyue was coming to visit, he accepted it without waiting for him to speak.

"Uncle Huo, I don't want a spear."

Zhong Zhenyue bowed and said seriously, "I want a hammer."

Brother Li, who turned the tide in southern Xinjiang, made great contributions, but the court has not made any statement so far, and Zhong Zhenyue has been feeling aggrieved.

Until his father took him to the court once.

All the high-ranking officials, the nobles and the powerful, were just good at talking, and they managed to minimize the war in southern Xinjiang, and finally turned it into "Your Majesty's virtue is like heaven."

The emperor didn't need to reward himself, so the matter ended up in nothing.

Brother Li may have already arrived in the capital.

Zhong Zhenyue hopes that he can come out on top in the Qianlong Conference and stand dazzlingly in front of all the dignitaries, so that they will open their eyes and not ignore him.

Huo Bingzi was stunned: "Hammer?? What do you want this thing for?"

"For a friend of mine."

"How can a Hidden Dragon Prodigy use a hammer..."

It seemed as if he suddenly remembered that there was a person whose nickname was the Little Overlord of the Hammer.

"Then you better think carefully. I can only attack once, so you have to think of a way to use your weapon yourself."

"I've thought about it."

Zhong Zhenyue nodded without hesitation.

At this time, the inner courtyard of the sword furnace opened, and flames poured out like flowing lava.

Huo Bingzi was startled, then immediately turned around and bowed towards the firelight.

"Master, you... have come out of seclusion?"

"Uncle Huo's mentor?"

Zhong Zhenyue followed his sight and saw an old figure standing at the end of his field of vision. He was missing two fingers on his left hand and his face was as dry as orange peel.

One of the four great sword forge masters, Du Wufeng.

Ever since he forged the Heavenly Sword, he either had some realization or encountered a bottleneck, but he shut down the furnace and hammer and has been in seclusion ever since.

He himself is also a powerful master at the peak of the Dharma body, only a step away from the seventh realm.

"Are you...?"

"Haha, what are you thinking about? How can a masterpiece be accomplished so easily..."