I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"This is it, but you still need my help..."

When Xiao Wuyou came to his senses, Tushan Liuhuan's gaze had already stopped on their holding hands, and his pink eyes were immediately filled with confusion.

Men and women should not touch each other, so why would the great Sword Immortal Longyue hold hands with his disciple? Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? !

Xiao Wuyou panicked. He himself didn't care, but the young master was particularly concerned about the face of the sword fairy. He was too embarrassed to even ask for peach blossom cakes. If he was caught in this scene, wouldn't he be doomed?

Xiao Wuyou's first reaction was to stop.

Unexpectedly, the young master held on tightly, as if afraid that he would slip away.

She didn't say anything, just stared at Tushan Liuhuan quietly, as if asking "what's wrong".

"Anyway, if you need any help, just let me know." Tushan Liuhuan lowered his head guiltily.

"No need."

So, Tushan Liuhuan obediently stepped aside.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but curled his lips.

My little master kept talking about master and disciple, but he still couldn’t bear to leave me at the critical moment!

It was not until he was glared at by the other party that Xiao Wuyou straightened his expression.

"Is this the final step in forging the sword?"

"Yes, it is also the most difficult step."

Bei Ming Long Yue's eyelashes drooped slightly.

"Next, you need to stimulate the creation of a spirit for your use."

"With the sacred peach tree, it is not difficult to give birth to a spirit, but the difficult part is how to subdue it."

The young master emphasized his tone and said word by word: "The weapon spirit is formed by the spirit of the material and the spirit of the master. This sword is mixed with too many top-grade materials, and its spirit is complicated and difficult to tame. Among the weapon spirits, the sword spirit is the most unruly."

"It is a hundred times harder to tame a weapon spirit than to suppress a strange phenomenon. Don't be careless."

Xiao Wuyou asked back quietly, calmly: "I know."

But the young master was not as calm as him.

There was silence for a long time, but she was unwilling to let go.

Xiao Wuyou sighed helplessly: "Little Grandmaster was able to do it back then, how can I, as your disciple, embarrass you?"

"...be careful."

Letting go of his junior master, Xiao Wuyou came to the sacred tree alone.

Just as Junior Grandmaster said, this last step is also the step of forging the magic sword.

Xiao Wuyou took out the magic sword from the ring, placed it under the sacred peach tree, and then urged his spiritual power to inject it into the magic sword.

Instantly, the awakened divine sword began to instinctively crave the spiritual power around it.

The essence of the sun and the moon of the sacred peach tree dripped slowly from the branches and leaves like golden and silver dewdrops. At the same time, bright red evil spirit surged in from all directions as if attracted by a whirlpool.

Bei Ming Long Yue looked at Xiao Wuyou's back and couldn't help feeling dazed.

"Senior Bei Ming, please forgive me for being rude. It is not easy to give birth to a weapon spirit. Are you really not going to help?"

"Only if you can convince the sword spirit, the sword will wholeheartedly accept Wuyou as its master."

"But this is too dangerous." Tushan Liuhuan could not hide his worry.

She knew that Xiao Wuyou defeated the Demon Emperor, but she didn't know too many details. She just thought that Xiao Wuyou was lucky to pick up the Demon Emperor's head.

More importantly, even when the Demon Emperor was forging the giant sickle of the Way of Slaying, the seven masters of the seven sects of the Demonic Path came to his aid. It took a full hundred days to refine it into his own magic weapon.

She could see that the grade of Xiao Wuyou's divine sword was in no way inferior to the giant sickle of Zhan Dao. As such, the difficulty of this last step would naturally be higher than that of the Demon Emperor back then.

Just when Tushan Liuhuan wanted to say a few more words of advice, he saw a brilliant light suddenly burst out from under the sacred peach tree.

The divine phoenix, the blue dragon, the demon fox, the butterfly and all kinds of strange visions emerged from the sword. Under the nourishment of the essence of the sun and the moon, they began to entangle with each other and merge into one.

At this moment, those chaotic visions were finally truly unified under the wisdom of the magic sword!

"This, this is too fast..." Tushan Liuhuan was horrified, and several of his tails stood up in a slightly unbecoming manner.

It took less than an hour for the sword spirit to be born. If Tushan Liuhuan had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it horrifying!

But there was no joy on Bei Ming Long Yue's face.

Because the real hardship has just begun.

The faster the sword spirit awakens, the more powerful it will be. It awakens so quickly, it may be more powerful than any magic weapon in the world!

Sure enough, the magic sword had just awakened when it suddenly leaped up and stabbed towards Xiao Wuyou.

This stab did not involve any sword energy, but instead a chaotic vision roared over!

Xiao Wuyou threw a counter punch and swung out the crimson power of luck.

With one cry, the phoenix flame rises to the sky.

At first, Xiao Wuyou thought that his power came from the magic sword, but now he can no longer rely on the magic sword and can only rely on his luck to guide the sword intent.

Unfortunately, after just one collision, the gazing Divine Phoenix was pierced straight through by the sword of Chaos, causing Xiao Wuyou to take a step back.

There was a flash of sword in Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes.

The sword spirit didn't give Xiao Wuyou any chance to breathe and slashed out with the second sword.

This time, Xiao Wuyou punched out with both fists, fusing the two kinds of luck, the Divine Phoenix and the Azure Dragon.

For a moment, Taohua Village was covered with dark clouds, but there were also scorching clouds of crimson flames, which made the surrounding monsters stop and marvel.

But the Divine Phoenix and the Azure Dragon still could not block the slash of the divine sword.

Xiao Wuyou was forced to take another step back.

Bei Ming Long Yue could not help but exude tremendous spiritual power, which made Tu Shan Liu Huan beside him terrified.

The divine sword gathered tremendous chaotic sword intent, filling the world with murderous aura. Its terrifying power caused the space to distort.

Xiao Wuyou's face was a little pale, but he curled his lips at this moment.

"As expected of my sword, this is more like it."

The magic sword did not understand human language. It gathered tremendous sword power on its own and attacked Xiao Wuyou like a thunder.

Bei Ming Long Yue was almost about to take action.

But just as the terrifying sword light was coming with the force of thunder, Xiao Wuyou simply opened his palms to meet it!

The four colors of luck burst out at the same time, and the glazed sword light burned the entire world.

The chaotic sword intent of the divine sword was still boiling and resisting, but in an instant it was swallowed up and infected by the glazed sword intent and turned into the color of Xiao Wuyou.

Those numerous and diverse visions from all over the world of immortal cultivation merged into a brand new sword spirit, and finally bowed their heads in front of Xiao Wuyou and acknowledged him as their master.

No matter what the sword spirits intend, they will eventually succumb to the will of their masters.

When the sword spirit recognized its master, the sky had already darkened.

The magic sword fell from mid-air into Xiao Wuyou's hands, but Xiao Wuyou had no time to admire this magic weapon. Instead, he smiled at his junior master first.

"I'm doing pretty good..."

As soon as he relaxed, Xiao Wuyou felt weak all over and fell down, unable to hold on any longer.

Chapter 23 Not That Simple

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"No worries!"

The moment he fell, the young master came over and caught him in his arms.

It was the first time that Xiao Wuyou saw the young master so frightened.

The usually indifferent expression was tinged with deep uneasiness, and the pure white and slender eyelashes trembled slightly like snow.

"Little Master, I..."

"You, stop talking!"

In fact, Xiao Wuyou was fine, he just used too much energy and was a little weak.

But it was rare to see the little master so panicked and cute, so it was hard for Xiao Wuyou not to have bad thoughts.

He wanted to make a joke, "I need a kiss from the junior master before I can get up," but unexpectedly the junior master slapped him on the chest and forced a large amount of spiritual energy into him!

"puff!"

"Hold on!"

"Wait, wait...!"

Such a crude method of transmitting spiritual power would only be used to extend the life of a dying monk.

The young master was so concerned that he was confused. He wanted to push all the spiritual energy in his body into him.

You have to know that Xiao Wuyou has just reached the state of spiritual transformation, how could he endure such a torment? He was fine at first, but after being infused with so much spiritual energy, he immediately became dizzy.

"Wait, wait! Junior Master, I'm fine!" Xiao Wuyou quickly slapped Junior Master's hand away.

"How can it be okay?!" The young master suddenly raised his voice and suppressed Xiao Wuyou's voice, "You all..."

Only then did she have time to carefully observe Xiao Wuyou's condition. She blinked blankly, looking Xiao Wuyou up and down, and instantly lost her momentum.

Xiao Wuyou cried and laughed: "Look, I'm fine. It's just that taming the sword spirit is a bit tiring."

The young master threw the magic sword in Xiao Wuyou's hand and opened his arms to embrace him.

Being immersed in the cool fragrance and clear clouds, Xiao Wuyou felt his heart fluttering.

But he quickly came to his senses and whispered, "Little Master, there are people next to us!"

"I don't care."

Instead, the young master hugged him even tighter.

"I don't care."

She repeated it once more, and the girl's breathing became shaky.

The falling petals are flying all over the place, decorating the snow-like silver hair.

The amber eyes rippled with ripples softer than peach blossoms.

Xiao Wuyou didn't say anything more. He buried his head in the gentle chest of his junior master, quietly enjoying this moment of tenderness.

Tushan Liuhuan waited until the young master had hugged him enough and let go before he stepped forward cautiously.

The former demon king seemed full of doubts, and her expression was very unnatural, but under the cold gaze of the young master, she did not say much, but just said respectfully: "Congratulations Wuyou for finally conquering this magic sword!"

"Thank you." Xiao Wuyou responded lightly, gripped the magic sword tightly again, and was in a very good mood.

The sword is shaped like a hazy moon, but the blade is as transparent as jade. In the sunlight, it reflects a glass-colored luster. It is so beautiful that it does not look like a weapon, but rather like a work of art.

But there is no cultivator who will not be shocked by the wonderful Taoist rhyme flowing on the sword.

"Now that the magic sword is complete, I won't bother Tushan anymore." Xiao Wuyou couldn't wait to go back to Yan'er and the others to celebrate.

"No way, Wuyou has such a great harvest, and my demon clan should celebrate for you."

Xiao Wuyou didn't want to trouble his mother-in-law to entertain him, and the young master didn't like such occasions either. He was about to refuse, but unexpectedly the young master suddenly spoke.

"Indeed, it is worth celebrating."

"Little Grandmaster?"

"But not here." The young master looked at Xiao Wuyou, his voice as soft as the breeze: "Seven days later, I will hold a banquet in Juejian Sect to celebrate for you."

Xiao Wuyou was shocked.

Didn’t you say you don’t like banquets?

"Young Master, there is no need for a banquet, right?"

"Why not? Your happy event should naturally be celebrated." The young master raised his eyebrows and raised his tone slightly, seeming to be in high spirits.

Tushan Liuhuan smiled and said, "Then I'll see you in seven days. I will definitely visit you with gifts."

Bei Ming Long Yue is really not just talking.