Urban Spirit Sword Fairy

Chapter 137 Dragon Scale Sword

To kneel or not to kneel?

this is a problem.

Kneel down, at Mo Xianyi's age, even if he is late, this matter will definitely be like a brand, deeply imprinted on him.

But if you don't kneel, first of all, he is the one who proposes to kneel!

If he breaks his promise, he will also be criticized by his disciples.

Kneeling, maybe you can get a good reputation for keeping your promises.

Well, this can be regarded as Mo Xianyi's self-consolation.

He took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "I, Mo Xianyi, always do what I say, but Lin Fan, let me remind you first, this kneeling is not kneeling on you!"

"It's you who knelt down just now to defeat Xu Qiang from the Xuanming Sword Sect and restore the reputation of our Cang Sword Sect. This makes me admire you!"

Mo Xianyi's face was righteous and steadfast, if he was not familiar with him, he might really be fooled by him.

Lin Fan looked at Elder Mo speechlessly. He obviously lost the bet, but he could still BB so much by kneeling down on himself.

It is also a capitalized word.

Mo Xianyi walked up to Lin Fan slowly, and he continued to say loudly: "I, Mo Xianyi, was born in the Cangjian Sect, and I will definitely die in the Cangjian Sect in the future."

"No one can understand my feelings for Cangjian Sect!"

"Quickly kneel, it's more than words." Lin Fan couldn't help but said.

What the hell, kneel down, do you have to let him sing a play first?

Mo Xianyi took a deep breath, and knelt down in front of Lin Fan with a plop.

The disciples below all stared extremely wide.

No one thought that Mo Xianyi would really kneel down to Lin Fan.

Even Rong Yunhe, who was standing aside, twitched the corners of his mouth, his face full of envy.

He, the head of the sect, has never been kneeled down by Mo Xianyi.

Seeing Rong Yunhe's envious expression, Lin Fan couldn't help but think to himself that his master was a bit worthless.

Seeing his envious expression, he was almost drooling.

Lin Fan also said at this time: "Elder Mo is really high-spirited. For the sake of the Cangjian Sect, he actually knelt down to a mere novice disciple of mine. Elder Mo must let someone protect me. If something happens to me later, others will think it was Mo The elder has a small belly, and sent someone to assassinate me."

Mo Xian suddenly felt some liver pain.

This is also the place where he is most aggrieved, kneeling is fine, let Lin Fan say this at this time, it is really difficult for him to send someone to deal with him.

Mo Xianyi said with an ugly face: "I, Mo Xianyi, will never be so stingy, Lin Fan, you are doing very well! You are so young and talented, and you will definitely be the mainstay of our Cangjian Sect in the future. I appreciate you very much." !"

Anyway, kneeling is kneeling, Mo Xian thought, he must say something nice.

"How much do you appreciate?" Lin Fan asked suddenly.

Mo Xian paused, but he didn't expect Lin Fan to ask such a question.

Lin Fan: "Elder Mo, since you appreciate me, you also saw just now that when I was fighting Xu Qiang, I didn't even have a handy weapon. Otherwise, why don't you give me a good sword?"

This bastard really pushes an inch!

Mo Xian spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

The following disciples also spoke one by one.

"Elder Mo is indeed high-minded."

"I didn't expect Elder Mo to be so condescending that he would kneel down for a genius in the sect."

"What do you know, Elder Mo is cherishing talent!"

"Then I'm also a genius, can you let Elder Mo cherish my talents?"

"By the way, Elder Mo cherishes talent so much, he shouldn't be reluctant to part with a good sword, right?"

"That's for sure. Elder Mo is old enough to kneel on his knees. How can he be reluctant to part with a sword?"

Hearing the booing from the disciples below, Mo Xian's liver hurt even more.

This is a model of losing your wife and losing your army. Remember, this is an important question to be tested.

Mo Xian clenched his fists, looked at Lin Fan, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a good sword later!"

"Don't look back!" Lin Fan said, "There are so many people here, and if you send a good sword, it will just make Elder Mo cherish his talent even more?"

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Mo Xian wished he could rush up and strangle this bastard to death, and die with him.

What kind of trouble?

I'm giving you face like this, and even kicked my nose.

Lin Fan naturally knew that if Mo Xian really asked Mo Xian to turn around and give it away, he might just give him some kind of rubbish.

Now, taking advantage of the enthusiasm of the crowd below, Mo Xianyi is too embarrassed to give up his face, it must be too bad.

"Master, don't you care about this kid?" Mo Xian glanced at Rong Yunhe who was beside him.

Rong Yunhe coughed, and said in a low voice: "Elder Mo, look, this kneeling is already kneeling, and many of them have gone. If you give me a good sword, wouldn't it be more virtuous?"

Mo Xian heard it one by one, and shouted: "Okay!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Xian pulled out his sword and said loudly: "This Dragon Scale Sword is a family heirloom of my Mohist family, and it is also my Mo Xian's sword! It is the best magic weapon at the human level."

what?

Everyone looked at Mo Xianyi in surprise.

But then, Mo Xianyi said coldly: "However, the Dragon Scale Sword can only be used if you recognize its owner. If you can make the Dragon Scale Sword recognize its owner again, then I will give it to you!"

Only then did everyone solve their confusion.

They were just saying, how could Mo Xianyi give away the heirloom of his Mo family as a gift.

Even if it's acting, there's no need to act like this.

But now it suddenly dawned on him that this dragon scale sword has now recognized Mo Xianyi as its master.

How could it be possible to recognize another owner casually?

It is basically impossible for Lin Fan to let the Dragon Scale Sword recognize him as the master again.

Rong Yunhe at the side was taken aback, and hurriedly grabbed Mo Xianyi: "Elder Mo, calm down, calm down, this dragon scale sword is your heirloom~"

At this time, Rong Yunhe had already thought of Zu Jian's desire to recognize the master at that time, and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

It's not that he didn't want Lin Fan to get this good thing.

But if Lin Fan took the family heirloom of the Mo family, would Lin Fan still have a good life in the future?

Mo Xian waved his hand, and righteously said: "The head doesn't need to be like this. I admire Lin Fan as a disciple, and I take good care of him! What about the family heirloom, as long as I can recognize him as the master, then I am naturally happy!"

"Don't, don't, don't, Elder Mo calm down again." Rong Yunhe continued to persuade: "What if Lin Fan is really recognized as the master?"

All the disciples looked at Mo Xianyi.

Yes.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing if Lin Fan was really recognized as the master?

Mo Xianyi laughed loudly, and said boldly: "I am a dignified Mo Xianyi, I keep my word and say what I say!"

"You really don't think about it?" Rong Yunhe asked.

Mo Xian nodded and stood up, and said: "Lin Fan, come on, if you have the ability, let the Dragon Scale Sword recognize you as master!"

When Lin Fan heard it, he also didn't know how to make the Dragon Scale Sword recognize its owner. He walked over and was about to touch the Dragon Scale Sword.

Magical tools are all spiritual, and the Dragon Scale Sword seems to have sensed something at this time, and trembled.

(End of this chapter)