Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 911 This May Be His Fate
"Lige be careful!" A familiar voice sounded, not far away, Dugu Moyu looked at him with a ashen face, his eyes were already dim with tears.

There were more than a dozen corpses of monster beasts lying at his feet, but his hand holding the sword was also dripping with blood, and the wound under his ribs showed deep bones, which seemed to be a serious injury.

In the other direction, Long Tianfang, who was soaked in blood, knelt down on one knee among more than a dozen corpses of monster beasts. At this moment, he turned his head and looked at himself, his eyes were filled with horror, sadness, and despair.

Behind him, a little fat man lay on the ground with his body covered in cuts and vomited blood. It was Yan Wuchen, the last Confucian sage of the Confucian sect who followed them for food, drink and experience, and from time to time begged for beating.

Of course, Yan Wuchen was not yet a Confucian saint at this time, he was holding the fairy slip that Mo Lige helped him refine into an embryo with one hand, and the long sword with the other, looking at himself with red eyes, trying to support his body, but he could only get up Halfway through, he fell heavily to the ground again.

Bloody tears finally welled up in his eyes.

On the opposite side, a huge black ape let out a loud roar, stabbing towards his chest with a claw.

Although it was just a long-sleeping memory, Lu Qingli could still feel the despair in her heart at this moment.

If I remember correctly, that was the last experience she had with Long Tianfang and Dugu Moyu before being promoted to Tribulation.

Because of their similar cultivation bases, they fell into a bottleneck almost at the same time. In order to find an opportunity, they went to the depths of Tianwaitian to practice together. Yan Wuchen heard the news from nowhere, and came to join in the fun.

They were lucky, it only took three months to find a Reincarnation Jade Flower, but at the same time they also provoked a group of Heaven-reaching Demon Apes.

The Tongtian Demon Ape is a seventh-rank monster, the weakest one is comparable to the purple mansion of a human monk, and the strongest can reach half a step of the purple mansion.What's even more troublesome is that the Tongtian Demon Ape is not only ferocious by nature, but also lives in groups, so even tigers, leopards, and wolves have to stay away.

Even though she, Long Tianfang and Dugu Moyu were half-step Purple Mansions at that time, and Yan Wuchen had reached the early stage of Purple Mansions, there were more than thirty Purple Mansions and seven half-step Purple Mansions in this group of Heaven-reaching Demon Apes.

After a hard fight, both sides suffered losses, and she was not spared, but relying on the innately strong body of the monster, the ape king on the opposite side still had the power to fight again.

The blood flowed down the shoulder to the arm, then flowed down the arm to the long sword, and dripped to the ground along the long sword.All the true energy in her body had been exhausted, and she didn't even have the strength to lift the long sword, so she could only watch helplessly as the animal claw made of fine iron kept enlarging before her eyes.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood in front of her.

"Hey!" With a soft sound, the animal's claw pierced his chest, and blood sprayed out.

And his long sword also stabbed out from the heart of Tongtian Demon Ape.

Time stopped at this moment, she stared blankly at the slender figure in front of her, and blurted out a name: "Bu Qingchen!"

The figure in front slowly fell backwards, and a young face appeared in front of him. Although it was a little blurry, the outline was so perfect, handsome and heroic, as if it was made by the most skilled people in the world. Crafted by master sculptors.

……

The blurry face disappeared quietly, and another long memory came to mind.

On the stone platform that was several feet high, he was playing a weapon formula, the light of the tripod symbol in front of him flickered, and a long sword was looming in the condensed weapon fire.

"As expected of being the number one Master of Artifact Dao in my comprehension world, Lige Tianjun's art of refining artefacts is truly unprecedented." Under the stage, an old man stroked his long beard and was full of praise.

"Today I have the honor to observe Lige Tianjun's art of refining weapons. The old man just felt that he was enlightened. Many doubts in the past were easily solved. In the future, he will be able to break through the bottleneck and make further progress." Another old man said with emotion, looking at The eyes on the stage were full of gratitude.

"Lige Tianjun has such a cultivation base and such weapon skills at a young age, and in the future he will be able to cultivate the Dao with the technique of refining weapons and be promoted to the realm of Mahayana!" Some people also said expectantly.

"Congratulations, Zhenjun Lu. Lige Tianjun never helps people refine magic weapons easily, and I don't know how much incense you burned in your previous life, so you have such good luck." The young man said.

"Yeah, I didn't expect such good luck myself. This sword will be a treasure handed down from generation to generation of my Lu family in the future. It must be handed down from generation to generation, hahahaha." The middle-aged man called Lu Zhenjun loudly laugh.

Amidst the discussion, Mo Lige on the stage had already cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood into the long sword.

"Om..." The long sword soared into the sky, and let out a clear cry full of joy.

"Immortal sword, what Immortal Lige refined is a fairy sword!" There was an exclamation from the crowd.

This is Tianwaitian's Dao of Artifacts Conference once every ten years. Mo Lige was invited to come to discuss the Dao and teach the Dharma. By the way, he randomly found a cultivator in the audience and helped him refine a magic weapon for him to demonstrate the art of the weapon.

With Mo Lige's current weapon skills, even if she forges a real sword casually, it is no worse than the fairy swords made by other masters of Qi Dao. I didn't expect that she actually forged a fairy sword, and she still used blood as a medium Accumulate spirit.

You must know that there are differences between immortal swords. Immortal swords made by Lige Xianjun are better than other immortal swords. I don't know how strong it is.

Unless Immortal Lige makes another move, this fairy sword should be the strongest fairy sword in Tianwaitian.

On the stage, Mo Lige pointed lightly, and the fairy sword crossed a long rainbow, suspended in front of Zhenjun Lu, and there were two clear and beautiful characters on the sword: Yingxue!
"Lu Zhenjun, I will give you this Yingxue Sword, I hope you will treat it kindly." Mo Lige said.

"This, this, is really for me." Lu Zhenjun said in disbelief.

You must know that using blood as a medium to refine immortal artifacts seems to only use a drop of blood, but in fact it consumes a lot of blood and vitality, and even affects future cultivation. Such a fairy weapon, he never thought that Mo Lige would really give this fairy sword to himself.

"This sword is destined for you, please accept it." Mo Lige smiled and nodded.

In fact, she didn't think about using essence and blood to nourish the spirit of the weapon at first, but when Lu Zhenjun said the phrase "be passed down from generation to generation", the fairy sword that was about to be refined unexpectedly made a clear sound that only she could hear. Knowing why, she did it involuntarily with a thought.

Come to think of it, this is also Lu Zhenjun's fate.

"Thank you Lige Tianjun!" Lu Zhenjun almost cried with joy, and finally restrained his excitement, bowed deeply to Mo Lige, put away the Yingxue sword, and then said loudly: "Such a great favor, my Lu family Don't dare to forget that if the Lord Xianjun orders you in the future, the children and grandchildren of the Lu family will obey you."

(End of this chapter)