Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1746 Birth of the Eighth Grade Martial Pattern
"I will not fail!"

Mo Xian nodded to Bibi, and after turning around, he took a deep breath, and his gaze immediately became neither sad nor happy.

After closing his eyes for a moment, Mo Xian opened his eyes again, and he no longer had the slightest scruples.

The more scruples there are, the more likely it is to go wrong, so he has completely let go of it at this time, and even temporarily put the result aside.

Then, the Tiangong hammer in Mo Xian's hand slowly smashed down.

The hammer seemed to have no power, but the surrounding space rippled like waves.

Bibi also looked at Mo Xian nervously. Although she didn't understand it very well, she had a feeling that she might be able to know the result if she hammered it down.

Time seemed to slow down a lot at this moment, and the Tiangong hammer approached the token on the forging platform.

There is a very unique fluctuation in the air, even Bibi, who is not a blacksmith, has a very clear feeling this time.

"Ding!"

As if after a century, the crisp sound of forging spread out, causing the surroundings to resonate together.

It was a very strange feeling, even Bibi's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

On the other side, Xiao En and Dragon Frog Seed, who were busy in full swing, also seemed to feel something, and temporarily stopped their intense fishing business.

The sound of forging gradually dissipated, and the token changed obviously.

Obviously, Mo Xian's hammer was not as simple as it seemed on the surface. It must have caused a great change in the internal structure of the token, so that the appearance also changed accordingly.

But Mo Xian didn't stop, followed by the second hammer, the third hammer...

One hammer was faster than the other, until the fifth hammer, the Tiangong hammer raised in Mo Xian's hand did not fall again.

And he seemed to be out of strength, and suddenly staggered a few steps, obviously the consumption of these last few hammers was not small.

At this time, the token has undergone tremendous changes, and it is completely invisible from the previous appearance.

The token lay quietly on the forging platform without any fluctuations, and it looked extremely ordinary.

But after a while, above the token, a strange light suddenly shot up into the sky.

This light was extremely dazzling, as if it wanted to pierce the endless void, extending to a place that Mo Xian and the others could not see.

Therefore, Mo Xian and the others also saw a little bit of the situation in the void.

As they had imagined before, there were indeed all kinds of things floating in the void, but they were basically waste products.

This place is like a special garbage disposal center, and of course it does not rule out the existence of some treasures.

But these are not important at this time, the beam of light seems to have some kind of magical power, completely attracting Mo Xian's attention.

Although the beam of light seemed a bit dazzling, Mo Xian, Bibi, and Dragon Frog Seed were all watching intently. As for Xiao En, who basically didn't have eyes, he was excluded.

The beam of light lasted for about ten breaths before it gradually disappeared, but in the void, there was still an obvious trail that could not disperse for a long time.

This kind of vision of heaven and earth is no stranger to Mo Xian, and there are many rumors about blacksmiths that there are such visions of heaven and earth.

That is a vision that will only appear after forging a very high-grade thing, which represents the birth of a treasure.

After a long time, Mo Xian woke up from the shocking vision of heaven and earth, and his heart burst into ecstasy.

It worked!
This time, it was finally a success!

He didn't embarrass himself in front of Bibi!

With slightly trembling hands, Mo Xian picked up the token on the forging platform, ignoring the scorching heat on it.

Judging from the fluctuations on it, this reverse martial pattern has actually reached the eighth rank level.

The eighth-rank martial pattern is even more rare than the eighth-rank spirit treasure. Fortunately, if it is here, if it is outside, it will definitely cause a bloodbath.

Being able to forge an eighth-rank martial pattern means that the blacksmith has reached the eighth rank.

But Mo Xian knew that this time was just a fluke, and he was not considered an eighth-rank blacksmith.

First of all, the eighth-rank reversing martial pattern itself is already a semi-finished product, and the difficulty is greatly reduced.

Then he also had some more advanced forging ideas in his mind, coupled with the element of luck, this created the final success.

Seeing the childlike happy smile on Mo Xian's face, Bibi was also sincerely happy for Mo Xian, walked forward slowly, and said with a flowery smile, "Mo Xian, congratulations."

"Uh, thank you!" Mo Xian scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly.

His reaction was indeed a little too much, as if he had never seen anything in the world.

But this is also normal. Every blacksmith will be extremely excited when seeing his work come out.

"You will definitely become a famous blacksmith in the future." Bibi laughed.

"Uh, being famous all over the world is not very important, it's just that I liked to tinker with it when I was young. But at that time, I wasn't even a blacksmith." Mo Xian said flatly.

"Yes, then you are really lucky." Bibi said, her complexion suddenly darkened. She didn't seem to like anything when she was a child.

But her complexion returned to normal in an instant, so that Mo Xian didn't see anything at all.

"This is for you." Mo Xian said, and handed the martial pattern in his hand to Bibi.

Bibi didn't pick it up, but said with some surprise: "This is the eighth-rank martial pattern, and you forged it yourself."

"You saved me a few times before, just take it as a thank you." Mo Xian shrugged and said.

It seemed that he owed Bibi more and more. If it continued, he would not know how to deal with it, so he simply gave this martial pattern to Bibi as a comfort to himself.

"That's it, then I don't want it." Bibi shook her head.

"Why?" Mo Xian was taken aback.

"The effect of this martial pattern is too special, I don't want to be a sandbag. And this pattern is too ugly, I don't like it." Bibi laughed.

"What's your reason? Wu Wen is just a precautionary measure. And if you don't like these lines, you can completely cover them up." Mo Xian asked suspiciously.

"Well, actually, I just want you to owe me." Bibi said, then turned and left leisurely, "I'm going to heal my injuries first!"

"Uh..." Moxi's complexion suddenly became bitter, and he didn't know what to say.

"Fool, I'm scaring you. Didn't you give me this before? We are settled." Bibi stretched out her hand with her back to Mo Xian and shook it. She had a beautiful jade pendant in her hand. Scale jade pendant.

Although she couldn't see it on the surface, she felt a little disappointed in her heart, and she sighed slowly in her heart.

"That's all you are, are you in a hurry to get rid of me?"

Because of the unhealed injury and depression, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

Mo Xian couldn't hear what Bibi was saying, but he knew that the dragon scale jade pendant alone might not be enough to offset what happened before.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)