You Shuzi finally squeezed out a sentence, and the hand gestures came together, and the clouds suddenly rose, and a black wind swept the ice snatched Liu Zhenhao directly. The light on his body disappeared in an instant.√∟

Mo Xian moved his hand and hesitated a little. Whether to take action, and then he put down his hand. Because Wen Pinmei took action, a talisman chased him, and it turned out to be the Black Evil Soul-Chasing Talisman, and a muffled groan came from afar.

Liu Zhenhao punched the Black Wind Ice Sword: "It's a pity that he lets run away, but he dare not deal with us openly. An elder actually did such a despicable thing."

"He won't feel good. I guess he will not have the time to deal with our affairs in a short period of time." Wen Pinmei said, "The Nascent Soul monk is just a troublesome, otherwise, he will be finished with Fellow Daoist Liu's punch."

"Fellow Daoist Wen said that, as long as the Nascent Soul cultivator does not die, even if he beats his head flat, he will jump around and appear after a while. We will cause big trouble." Mo Xian said, while he said, he accidentally looked at the few people and saw their reactions. This was his habit, a killer's habit, and he was always wary of people he didn't know.

Liu Zhenhao didn't care, and Guan Fengtang showed a murderous intent: "Fellow Daoist said it right, let him escape, it's always a problem. Should we take the opportunity to chase him and kill him only to be at ease."

"He was hit by my Black Evil Soul Chasing Talisman. I guess he won't walk far. I'll cast the spell and determine his location as much as possible." Wen Pinmei's face rarely showed a trace of coldness. When this expression appeared, it disappeared immediately.

Mo Xian knew the other side of the two. They were very careful and cruel enough, but these were not related to Mo Xian’s business. At present, they were in the same group, so the two of them would not attack behind their backs, but in a critical moment, they could not count on them.

"Forgive others if you have to forgive me, forget it. He doesn't know our identity. What do you think?" Liu Zhenhao frowned slightly and said with some displeasure: "We still have important things to do and cannot fall behind others."

Mo Xian shrugged and said, "I don't care. He wants to come here again, that is his death."

Mo Xian's indifferent attitude was beyond their expectations, but it also reflected Mo Xian's confidence. So what if he is the Nascent Soul, a guy who is good at tricks and relies on his identity. To be honest, Mo Xian really didn't take him seriously, but he was interested in Liu Zhenhao.

"Okay, let's take a break and we'll be on the road tomorrow." Liu Zhenhao said.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, are you practicing the Great Peng Chongtian Fist?" Mo Xian asked.

"That's right, I practice the Dapeng Chongtian Fist, one of the twelve famous boxing types in Huanglong Peak. Are you interested in it?"

Mo Xian nodded and said, "You have obtained the image of martial arts, but have you seen Dapeng?"

"No, but in the inheritance room of Huanglong Peak, I saw a blurry image. A big roc soared into the sky, with waves surging, and the arrogant momentum left a deep impression on me. Unfortunately, my true meaning of martial arts, that is, what you said, martial arts image only learned one fur." ​​Liu Zhenhao said.

When Mo Xian heard him, he immediately remembered the Kunpeng mentioned in "Xiaoyaoyou" and sighed: "Those who swayed up to the ground ninety thousand miles, and those who stormed three thousand miles! Could it be Kunpeng?"

"It's this feeling. I heard from my senior brothers that the Great Peng Fist is upwards, put it up above the nine heavens, and hide it below the nine abyss. If you get this true meaning, the fist will turn into Kunpeng Fist."

"So that's it!" Mo Xian fell into deep thought, which was a contemplation of the image of martial arts, that is, the true meaning of martial arts. His boxing skills were very high, but it was just a secular skill. To rise to the skill of practicing, he always felt that something was missing. When boxing skills rose to a certain level, it seemed that his consciousness was more important.

But the other two didn't care, and Guan Fengtang even advised: "Fellow Daoist, I think your weapon refining has a lot of promise. At least it is not like us. We have to fight. If we become a weapon refining master and sit at home, the benefits will fall from the sky, and there is no need to be distracted."

"It's not a distraction. If a weapon refiner wants to refine fine products, he must fully consider various situations. For example, the true meaning of martial arts can be combined with magic weapons, it may produce miraculous effects." Mo Xian said with a sudden inspiration.

When Liu Zhenhao heard this, he said, "Yes, our martial arts and magic weapons are always left over from Taoist cultivation. If we can have a magic weapon for ourselves, even if we spend more spiritual jade, I will want one."

Mo Xian suddenly remembered something, smiled, and said, "Actually, martial arts cultivators do not need magic weapons, but a magic weapon."

"It's right. If you have weapons in your hands, you will have support in your heart, but it's even harder to find a magic weapon. If I want a knife, it's harder to find a thousand gold." Liu Zhenhao said.

"Do you want a knife?" Mo Xian looked at the beads on the ground. Although his eyes and beads were gone, he remembered a skill, the secret demon weapon technique of the heavens. This is a secret technique he obtained from the memory of the demon gods in Diya Ridge, which can refine the essence of the monster into a magic weapon.

"Yes, but it's hard to find a magic weapon!" said Liu Zhenhao.

"Give me three beads and I will refine a magic weapon for you. If it is good, give me the beads' eyes. Can you do it?" Mo Xian asked.

Without hesitation, Liu Zhenhao took out three beads and one eyeball and handed them to Mo Xian. The other two couldn't understand and watched from the side.

"Xuanling refines the secret demonic weapons of the heavens, and protects immortality forever. Taixuan Sanyi keeps the true form, and is as urgent as the law." With the spell, a ball of blue fire immediately wrapped the corpse of the pearl worm. The four beads he gave Mo Xian were also thrown into the fire by Mo Xian. Mo Xian did not care about the fire, stretched his hand and reached into the fire, as if holding the hilt of the knife, and tugging it hard. The burning corpse of the pearl worm in front of him was obviously pulled out, as Mo Xian twitched, a slender and shiny knife was pulled out, and the energy between heaven and earth rushed towards the knife, and the flames suddenly rose several feet high.

"Hurry up, blood-dropping sacrifice knife!" Mo Xian shouted.

Liu Zhenhao moved his hand, and his right hand was like a knife. Everything was pouring out on his left wrist. Blood spurted out and spurted into the green fire. Suddenly, Liu Zhenhao felt that the knife was connected to his flesh and blood. He moved his hand and reached into the green fire.

Mo Xian pulled out, his mission had been completed, and the sword light flashed and buzzed.

"This knife is made up of the essence of beads and worms, and is called the water-breaking knife, the land cuts the elephant rhinoceros, and the water cuts the dragon!" Mo Xian said.

"Okay! This knife is a broken water!" Liu Zhenhao was overjoyed and casually announced the name of the knife. After the name of the knife was released, a ray of light on the knife. The knife first became extremely large, and then shrunk, becoming normal.

Liu Zhenhao laughed loudly, and with a knife, the light of the knife flashed, and the plants, trees and stones within a few feet blew like a gust of wind, and then they separated.

"A good knife, but unfortunately, there is a lack of a suitable scabbard!" Liu Zhenhao said with regret.
Chapter completed!