Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1789
Liu Suifeng screamed and retreated violently, covering his eyes with one hand, and blood continued to flow from between his fingers.

On the black thorn in Mo Xian's hand, blood dripped slowly, looking extremely creepy.

Liu Suifeng's only remaining eye was fixed on Mo Xian, which was full of flames of hatred and anger.

One eye was crippled, which was a fatal blow to him.

How could he, who had always boasted himself to be handsome and unrestrained, go out and hang out, which made him even more uncomfortable than being killed directly.

"Hehe, very good." Liu Suifeng suddenly laughed very sickly, and said very calmly: "Mo Xian, from now on, you will face immortality."

Because of Mo Qianrong's relationship, he originally just wanted to teach Mo Xian a lesson.

But things have become like this, I'm afraid it won't end well.

After finishing speaking, Liu Suifeng's figure suddenly became blurred, and then appeared a hundred meters away in an instant.

Mo Xian's expression froze, and he immediately chased after him, but Liu Suifeng had already appeared farther away.

He stood quietly for a moment, with a rather weird smile on his face.

Then, he shook his head helplessly and returned to the previous place.

"You can get out!"

Perhaps because of Liu Suifeng's appearance, Mo Xian had no interest in dealing with Lin Zhong and them anymore.

Immediately, Lin Zhong and the others took out their identity plates one after another as if they had been pardoned, crushed them and left, and disappeared soon after.

But among them, there seems to be no left difference.

"Mo Xian, where did you go, you seem to be a different person." Jia Ren Jia Yi immediately staggered and fell beside Mo Xian, apparently wanting to hug Mo Xian's thigh, but After all, it's embarrassing.

"I went to Xuanming Sect, and I gained something." Mo Xian said with a light smile.

"You're so dishonest, you actually eat alone." Jia Ren and Jia Yi immediately wailed and said very dissatisfied.

"Hehe, it happened suddenly. However, I haven't forgotten you!" Mo Xian smiled lightly. He glanced at the almost useless gloves in Jia Ren and Jia Yi's hands, and then took out two similar gloves from the ring. weapons.

Judging from the fluctuations on them, these two weapons have reached the category of eighth-rank Lingbao.

For most martial artists, this is probably a level that they will never be able to obtain in their lifetime.

"Mo Xian, I love you so much." Jia Ren and Jia Yi immediately took the weapon, and happily went to the side to study it.

"This is for you!" Mo Xian smiled and walked in front of Shen Jing Nan Yuexin, and took out two swords.

These two swords have not been unsheathed yet, but they give people a feeling of showing their sharpness, obviously the grade is not low.

The sword is the most common weapon, but a good sword is also the rarest.

These two swords of Mo Xian are worthy of the title of good sword.

Shen Jing and Nan Yuexin were stunned for a moment, then took the long sword from Mo Xian, and said at the same time, "Thank you!"

Mo Xian nodded, and under Meng Yang's expectant gaze, he took out an epee that looked very mottled.

The sword seemed to be carved out of stone, and it hadn't been polished at all, making it look very rough.

But if you look carefully, you will find that this epee is natural, with a charm of ingenuity and clumsiness in it.

"Haha, Mo Xian, you bastard..." Meng Yang patted Mo Xian's shoulder heavily, and happily took the epee.

And when his hand took over the epee, it sank slightly.

He originally used an extremely heavy sword, so it can be seen how heavy this rock-like sword is.

He waved it lightly a few times, and immediately made a series of sounds of breaking the wind, appearing to be very powerful.

"Good sword!" Meng Yang couldn't help shouting, and the pain on his body seemed to be relieved a lot in a short time.

Although Mo Xian's things were said to be very precious, they didn't say much.

With the relationship between them, there is no need to say more, that would seem hypocritical.

And when Mo Xian gave each piece of precious Lingbao to Shen Jing and the others, although the others pretended not to care, their envy was hard to hide.

However, Mo Xian naturally would not forget these people.

"I... I have it too?" One person seemed a little unbelievable when he saw Mo Xian walking in front of him, holding a pretty good spirit treasure in his hand.

After he took it subconsciously, it took him a long time to come back to his senses. After the difficulty, there was uncontrollable joy.

This time, Mo Xian gave everyone the same thing, and the last one was a sixth-grade spirit treasure.

Although there are good and bad, but no one has any imbalance, but there is a feeling of keeping the clouds open to see the moon.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Xiao Wu, who had been looking sullen all this time, seemed to be ignored, and stood alone, his face was slightly dark, and he almost wrote on his face that I was not happy.

Shen Jing quickly winked at Mo Xian, but Mo Xian just smiled knowingly, of course he would not forget Xiao Wu.

After arriving in front of Xiao Wu, Mo Xian smiled lightly and said, "Who made our Xiao Wu angry?"

Xiao Wu didn't speak, but just looked at Mo Xian.

Mo Xian was very uncomfortable being looked at, he laughed dryly, and took out a very beautiful umbrella from the ring like a magic trick.

Umbrella is a very different kind of weapon, let alone a high-grade weapon.

However, the umbrella that Mo Xian took out at this time faintly exuded a very powerful fluctuation, and there was a radiance flowing, which was obviously not ordinary.

Although there are all kinds of weapons used on the mainland, and there are also some strange weapons, the umbrella is undoubtedly more unique.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to find a good spiritual treasure umbrella.

"This is an ancient spiritual umbrella, a ninth-grade spiritual treasure. Although it's not particularly good, it's okay." Mo Xian said with a smile.

"Ninth...ninth grade Lingbao!"

Hearing this, everyone gasped. Although they were all lucky enough to see the Ninth Grade Spirit Treasure in the ancient battlefield, this could not dispel their longing for the Ninth Grade Spirit Treasure.

Ninth-rank Lingbao has reached the pinnacle of high-grade Lingbao.

In the past, there may have been legendary spirit treasures that surpassed the ninth-grade spirit treasures, but now basically they have never been born again.

To obtain a ninth-grade spirit treasure, for a warrior, there is absolutely no regret in this life.

Everyone's eyes were extremely fiery, but Xiao Wu seemed not interested, and even didn't want to pick up Mo Xian's ancient spirit umbrella.

Mo Xian had already stretched out the ancient spirit umbrella, but Xiao Wu didn't pick it up, which undoubtedly seemed very embarrassing.

After waiting for a while, there was a trace of impatience in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly, but everyone's eyes were focused on the ancient spirit umbrella, and no one noticed Mo Xian's change at all.

"Xiao Wu, this is a gift from brother Mo Xian." Mo Xian smiled, but it seemed a bit reluctant.

"Brother Mo Xian, you have changed!" Xiao Wu said a little unhappy.

"Mo Xian, don't worry, Xiao Wu is young, and she will inevitably feel a little emotional when you suddenly disappeared for so long." Shen Jing quickly smoothed things over: "Xiao Wu, you are very rude."

"It's okay, I have indeed changed a bit recently." Mo Xian said with a smile.

Xiao Wu didn't say anything, but still took the ancient spirit umbrella, but he didn't have the excitement that he should have when he got the ninth-grade spirit treasure.

(End of this chapter)