"It's too difficult..."

In the Divine Soldier Hall, on a barren mountain, Xin Wenhua lay on the grass with all her might, surrounded by various swords, hammers and armor.

"Which is a magic weapon?"

After a while, Xin Wenhua turned over and sat up, looking at the swords and weapons all over the ground, and everyone was a little bit tidy. He wanted to try it, but when he thought about the consequences of breaking the rules, he still held back.

"Did you believe it now?"

Suddenly, a sound came.

"who?"

Xin Wenhua was shocked. When he turned around, he saw the old monk walking under the moon, with two long eyebrows swaying in the wind.

"Gourmet to the Lord."

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"Thank you, Lord!"

Xin Wenhua reacted quickly, overjoyed, and quickly followed.

Under the moonlight, Long Yingchan was neither too fast nor too slow, and soon, he had led Xin Wenhua to a deep valley, and a remnant soldier was inserted into a lying cow stone in the valley.

"Remnants."

Xin Wenhua felt disappointed in his heart.

"The magic weapon has a spirit, but you will not recognize the master without fate. What is fate? This "Soul-Breaking Sword" was after the death of the previous generation sword master.

After 600 years of wind and rain in this valley, you will take it away today, and it is naturally fate.

Outside the valley, Long Yingchan gave him a look and said nothing, but did not make a decision for him. Xin Wenhua frowned:

"Can this be repaired if it is broken like this?"

"If you can't, you will naturally be out of luck.

Seeing that he was feeling relaxed, Long Yingchan knew what he would choose, so he smiled faintly and turned around and left: "I took the sword and went to find your master, and I said I was going down the mountain to take a walk and invited him to walk with me.

"Disciple accepts the order!"

Xin Wenhua sighed in his heart, bowed and walked into the valley.

"Master invited the four great masters, maybe there will be a way to repair them?"

Before he got the sword, he had already thought that after a long time, Li Yuan, a quasi-god craftsman in his early twenties, might become a craftsman someday.

Before the wind could blow away, Long Yingchan had already floated away, but he did not go down the mountain. Instead, he went to another place in the forest as a great master. He tended to be a disciple with outstanding talent and ingenuity. But as the master of One Dao and his disciples, he naturally would not favor one or the other.

Just like mentioning Xin Wenhua, he met Lin Fangzhui, Shan Hong, Fang Rule one after another, and made a choice in the same way, and asked them to find their master later.

"Select, fate,

Looking up at the dark clouds floating in the sky, Long Yingchan then shook his sleeves and floated away.

The best magic weapon in hand, Li Yuan's steps seemed a little lighter. On the way back, he was in a good mood.

Back at the small temple, Long Xixiang held the Mirage Dragon Whip in his hand and played with it for a few casually. This top-quality magic weapon looked dull in his hands:

"I have some impression of the Mirage Dragon's belt, this whip.

"Do you always remember?"

Li Yuan suddenly became interested, and he could be something that the old leader of severe amnesia had recorded.

"Well, I probably read it on the Zushi's Daily Notes."

Long Xixiang thought about it and said, "I remember that the main material of this whip should be a dragon shed. According to the ancestors, the dragon shed fell from the sky."

It's a good idea. Li Yuan glanced at the Mirage Dragon Whip. The information in the red light could confirm the words of Long Xixiang.

"There are many famous divine soldiers in the world, and it is said that they all fell from the sky. Some even say that the Tianyun Xuan Soldier also fell from the sky."

Long Xixiang paused and thought about every word he said, as if he was also very vague about his early years.

Li Yuan had long been accustomed to his speaking style. While he was thinking, he took the time to make a pot of tea and brought some fruit and snacks. The master and apprentice said while eating.

"It is hard to say whether it is true or false, but the ancestor's daily notes should not be faked.

But are there any mountains, rivers, forests in the sky? How can so many things fall off?" Long Xixiang said to himself.

That's not necessarily.

Li Yuan looked up at the gloomy sky and muttered to himself, but he still remembered what Wang Wenyuan mentioned before, the spirit turtle in the palace falling from the sky.

Even a living turtle can fall off, and a half-dead mirage dragon is not worth making a fuss.

"The ancestors left behind shouldn't be fake, right?

Long Xixiang rubbed his temples, and he hated his forgetfulness.

"The records left by the ancestors are naturally true."

Li Yuan felt that he had some talent for supporting actors, and his main focus was to prevent the old leader from falling to the ground. This is also a little trick to coax the old man.

"The daily note says that when this mirage dragon shed, it caused a small upheaval. Later, it was the leader of the Changhong Sword Sect who found the magic craftsman and turned it into a magic weapon.

"This whip comes from the Changhong Sword Sect?

Li Yuan's eyes twitched, feeling that he might have underestimated the grudge between Longhu Temple and Changhong Sword Sect.

The value of a top-grade magic weapon is so high that the old dragon-headed ancient elephant spiritual dragon descends is only at the eighth level.

This is the first prize that the ancestors won when performing martial arts in various martial arts. They have been here for more than a thousand years. How can there be any disputes?

He glared at Li Yuan, and Long Xixiang shook his head in his heart.

His disciple is extremely talented and quite filial and gentle. His only flaw is that he is too timid, which is somewhat unlike himself.

Li Yuan coughed lightly: "What about?"

"The best magical weapon is rare in the world. For more than a thousand years, many ancestors have tried to hold this whip, but they all returned in vain. But you..."

Long Xixiang frowned slightly, and was somewhat surprised.

He naturally knew that the divine weapons favored the most for young people with extremely talented talents, but Li Yuan was a little too popular, and he almost wanted to go into the mountain to take a look.

'Maybe it's fate?'

Li Yuan was also 'guessing', in fact, it was the first time he had seen such a masterless divine weapon.

Before, I didn't know how popular I was in the circle of divine weapons.

'Except for the black whale hammer.'

Li Yuanxin silently added a sentence, but felt that he had been hanging the Hammer Spirit for so long, so he should have tried to tame it, right?

...

It should be.

Long Xixiang didn't mean to find the root of the matter. After all, the one who took the best magic weapon was his own disciple.

"It's a pity that I can only take one bite."

"How many more do you want to take?"

Long Xixiang glared at him. That was a top-notch magic weapon. If Nie Xianshan knew about it, then the old Taoist might beat his chest and stamp his feet.

"Well, by the way, don't show off, especially don't show off in Hushan."

Long Xixiang warned.
To be continued...