My grandfather, Marquis Zhennan, forced me to rebel from the beginning!

Although Wen Jiuli is very old, his face is full of collagen and looks like he is only thirty years old.

He was immediately relieved and said:

"I see your parents call you Duer, I wonder if I can call you that too?"

Whether he wanted to get closer or for other reasons, Wen Jiuli asked carefully.

If it was normal, if he had such a little closeness to his descendants, the other party would be grateful.

But now this kid is much stronger than him.

In order to avoid causing the other party to feel bad, it is better to ask.

Wen Jiuli frowned slightly and was stunned for a moment.

But he saw the old ancestor staring at him with expectation in his eyes.

Wen Wen finally softened his heart.

He nodded helplessly.

"Grandfather, please do as you please!"

Wen Wen did not have any bad feelings towards Wen Jiuli.

The other party had never made things difficult for him, and he did not even know why he had given the position of Saint King to his father.

And the other party had never done anything to harm him from beginning to end.

He had never wronged him, and he was indeed his grandfather in terms of blood.

What's wrong with calling him? !

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Good! Good!"

"A dragon has appeared in my Wen family!"

The bold voice sounded in this hall.

Wen Jiuli looked very happy and could not help laughing.

But if you look closely.

You can even find that this imperial Saint King who had been in power for ten thousand years, Wen Jiuli, the overlord who once ruled the entire North Continent!

There were actually thin tears in his eyes.

But he never fell from the beginning to the end, and his face did not show any expression.

He just showed a feeling of happiness.

It was at this moment.

Wen Jiuli just stretched out his hand, seemingly taking out something from the storage ring.

Wen Jiuli was obviously stunned for a moment.

It was as if he saw some exquisite artwork, staring at it.

In Wen Jiuli's hand.

A long sword two arms long was displayed joyfully.

The sword body was slender, with a emerald light, which was completely like energy. The blade was slender and thin, and there was no adhesion to the sword body at all, as if it was sucked by the light curtain in the middle, leaving a gap of a little finger in the middle.

At the same time, around the fitness, several light green mists kept entwining on the sword body like little snakes.

It was completely different from those ordinary sword blades seen in the mortal world.

One was made of ordinary steel.

One just has a emerald light curtain energy, the sword body is made of unknown material, the lines are slender, exquisite, and the body is wrapped in green mist...

Wen Wen just sighed in his heart.

This is what a cultivator's weapon looks like!

Wen Jiuli saw Wen Wen's eyes and said with a smile:

"This is a flying sword, named Qingfeng, a top-grade spiritual weapon."

"It is also one of the top magic weapons in my hands."

"This sword has spirit, can fight on its own, and can be controlled at will. It is easy to take the enemy's head thousands of miles away, and the consumption of spiritual energy is negligible. It is a top-grade spiritual energy. You don't need to know the art of flying swords. There is a sword formation in this piece. You only need to understand it simply, and you can evolve the art of flying swords by yourself."

"That is also a rare magic weapon to kill the enemy."

"Du'er, this sword, I will give you as a gift."

"Why don't you take the sword?"

Wen Jiuli said with a smile.

Wen Wen was instantly happy.

Let alone other things, Wen Jiuli likes the sword's appearance.

Moreover, he didn't have any killing treasures now, so he took it without hesitation.

"Thank you, Grandpa!"

Since someone gave him something, Wen Jiuli would naturally say sweet words.

Grandpa of this life.

The smile in Wen Jiuli's eyes became even brighter after he called him.

But Wen Feng was stunned.

Qing Feng? !

Who among the descendants of the Wen family in the whole Beizhou doesn't know the might of this sword? !

Wen Jiuli once relied on this sword to fight against a great monk in the Mahayana realm.

It seems that this sword is famous throughout Beizhou.

Let's not talk about Beizhou.

Just relying on the quality of the top-grade spiritual weapon, it can be regarded as a top-notch magic weapon in the whole Jiuzhou.

The grades of magic weapons are divided into: ordinary, magic weapon, spiritual weapon, treasure weapon, immortal weapon, Hunyuan spiritual treasure, and Taoist weapon.

It is divided into four grades: low, medium, high, and top grade.

Low-grade and medium-grade magic tools are widely used throughout the world.

High-grade and top-grade magic tools are relatively rare.

Only the top core disciples of the big forces have it.

As for the lower-grade spiritual weapons and middle-grade spiritual weapons, the probability of encountering them is one in a thousand.

Only those with strong cultivation may be able to own them.

And the best spiritual weapons are almost out of stock.

You can't buy them on the market at all.

You can only spend a very expensive price to find those great cultivators who refine weapons and ask them to refine them.

Of course, this is also very difficult. Unless you pay a price that is enough to make the other party tempted, few people are willing to spend the effort to refine such a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Only the great cultivators of Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing can own them!

As for treasures and immortal weapons.

It seems that they have long become legends in this world, and no one has seen them.

Let's not talk about the latter for now.

Zhu Qiqi widened her eyes and was full of envy.

You should know that even as a saint of a sect, the highest-grade magic weapon she has is only a top-grade spiritual weapon!

Only her master and the tribulation-crossing worshippers in the sect have the best spiritual weapon!

Secondly.

If the best spiritual weapon is properly controlled, the power of the sofa is very great. Even if you are an ordinary person, holding this spiritual weapon, you can easily kill a Jindan strongman in seconds if you suddenly attack!

The horror is imaginable!

This Wen Jiuli is willing to give such a magic weapon to this descendant of the bloodline separated by a thousand generations? !

Zhu Qiqi was very surprised.

You know, in this cultivation world, let alone giving it to more than a thousand generations, even if it is separated by a hundred generations, there is actually not much deep affection.

More than a thousand generations of bloodline reproduction may only carry a trace of the same bloodline.

After all, each of these more than a thousand generations married a woman of another surname.

The first generation inherited half of the bloodline.

The second generation inherited a quarter.

The third generation...

The sixth generation...

What about the thousandth generation? !

Of course, Zhu Qiqi understood that the reason for all this was because of Wen Jiuli's own strength.

Whenever a family has a demon, it will certainly attract everyone's attention, and the family will spend all its resources to cultivate it!

"So..."

"Dad, why did you suddenly become a saint?"

Wen Feng naturally put the sword into the space ring.

Finally, he couldn't help asking the question that had been in his heart for a long time.

"Ahaha, this..."

Wen Feng smiled awkwardly, looking a little embarrassed, scratched his head and explained...