Normally, the peak magic weapons at the eighth level are generally unwilling to be used by large sects. They are all nourished in special secret realms, accumulating strength, and preparing to attack the ninth level.

This warming process can take thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Once interrupted, at least a hundred years of time will be wasted. If you are not careful, it will even lead to thousands of years of warming and failure.

So in this case, the peak magic weapon at the eighth level is not easily visible.

But no one expected that something happened to Xuanmen this time. It might be that the magic weapon had exhausted its potential and could not advance to the ninth level, or it might have been a mistake. Anyway, it was taken out and became Qingfeng's last trump card.

When Qingfeng saw Fang Lie's constipation, he knew that the other party probably hadn't expected that he would have a treasure of this level, so he was caught off guard.

So, the little Taoist priest Qingfeng who had the upper hand couldn't help but smile and joked: "What? Did the Mo Sect, which is famous for refining weapons, not equipped you with a good magic weapon for your senior brother? Oh, this is really a pity. I originally wanted to ask you about the skills of controlling magic weapons. Now it seems that I can only win without any force."

Qingfeng's joke made Fang Lie feel a little overwhelmed. Although he was just joking, he was involved in Momen after all, which was almost like teasing Momen's weapon refining skills?

As a disciple of the Mo Sect, Fang Lie could not tolerate it, but after all, he was just a joke, so he would definitely not turn against him, otherwise he would seem too stingy.

As a result, Fang Lie's eyes turned and he immediately had a secret move.

He suddenly smiled slightly, and then pretended to be helpless: "Senior Brother, you are very wrong. I am not making things difficult for you without a baby. On the contrary, I am afraid that after showing the baby, I will be suspected of bullying you. I am very unfair to win, so I kept hesitating. I didn't expect that you said so, which really disappointed me."

"The suspicion of bullying me?" Qingfeng was immediately happy when he heard this. He couldn't help but say with a funny look: "Junior brother, I'm really a big tone. I'm the peak magic weapon at the eighth level. Because my potential is exhausted and there is no possibility of improvement, I took it out for me. Basically, all the magic weapons at the same level can be swept across. May I ask, Junior brother, what kind of magic weapon do you want to bully me? Could it be that you still carry the ninth level magic weapon?"

"Ouch" Fang Lie exclaimed deliberately, and then said, "So senior brother, you know."

"Ah" Qingfeng was shocked when he heard this and said hurriedly: "Aren't you teasing me? The ninth-level magic weapons are the most important treasures that suppress the fortune of the mountain gate. They have always been controlled by half immortals or sect leaders. You are just a mere Qihai cultivator or an outer disciple. Why do you have the ninth-level magic weapons?"

Fang Lie shrugged and said indifferently: "Don't you know it? I am a disciple of Mo Zu, and I am the first of the five major tokens of Mo Sect. Is the character Ren Ling Ling Ling, the strongest ninth-level magic weapon of Mo Sect. You won't know it, right?"

"Of course I know the word Ren, I know it. As far as I know, you are just the candidate Lord of the word Ren, and you have no right to call it before you take over the word Ren," Qingfeng sneered: "Junior brother, don't try to fool me."

"I really don't mean to scare you," Fang Lie said with a smile: "Actually, although I am just an alternate order, I also have certain privileges. For example, in the Momen, I can use the word Ren to investigate any matter involving me. I have used this privilege to miss many idiots from aristocratic families. Do you know this?"

"I heard a little," Qingfeng frowned and said, "But that's just a privilege inside the Momen. Now it's the Sintai Fighting Battle. Why can you still use it?"

"Because I have privileges outside the Momen. As long as I need it, I can use the Renzi Ling once a year." Fang Lie said seriously: "Last time, I used this privilege to destroy the sword castle and intervene in Dong Kunlun's head of the sword god, and it was useless. Renzi Ling defeated him back. I believe you must know about this."

Dong Kunlun issued a ban on the Sword Castle, but the problem is that at that time, more than 100,000 disciples and hundreds of thousands of mortals in the Sword Castle saw this scene. As the saying goes, there are many people and it is obviously impossible to make them completely distant from contact with outsiders.

Especially because the matter was too big, the Sword Castle was a large force controlled by the real person of Thunder Tribulation, and it was built like a copper wall. It disappeared overnight. The surrounding sects were so scared that they were panicked. Can you find out where to find out?

So this matter quickly spread around, and major sects inquired about it, but finally learned the news. It turned out that the word Ren was taking action, no wonder Dong Kunlun was going back in disgrace.

This news is still blocked at the lower level, but Qingfeng, a future sect core, will definitely get news from the higher level.

Sure enough, Qingfeng knew about this. He frowned and said, "I know about the sword castle. Overnight, the huge castle was eaten up by the magic spirit of the Renzi Ling. But are you sure you can use the Renzi Ling now?"

When he said this, Qingfeng also lost the calm he had just now and seemed a little panicked.

Fang Lie smiled slightly and said, "Originally, our two families have always had friendship. I would rather lose than use this only opportunity. It's just a competition, why bother? But, Senior Brother, you just said that our Mo Sect has no good magic weapon, which makes me embarrassed. For the honor of the Master, I can't say that I can only do my best to learn the master's wiseness."

Fang Lie looked helpless, as if he was really forced.

Qingfeng, who was opposite, heard this, suddenly regretted that his intestines broke. He wanted to suck his mouth hard, so he wanted to be a mean mouth? Can't you speak well? He had to pull the Momen in. Now, he forced Fang Lie to use the word "Ren" order. Isn't this a mean?

Qingfeng, who was extremely regretful, quickly said, "Junior brother, I have something to say. I was just a joke just now. Don't take it seriously. It's not okay if I don't fight you for treasure?"

"Hey, how can we make the senior brother embarrassed like this?" Fang Lie said with great difficulty: "Besides, things have reached this point, and seniors from all sects around us are watching us. How can we go back on our word? Since the senior brother has decided to fight the treasure, then let's fight the treasure, right?"

"This" Qingfeng then said bitterly: "Doubao is OK, but you can't use the word "Ren" to bully people, isn't that bullying?"

"Why are you bullying others?" Fang Lie said in discomfort: "Did you, the Xuanmen, known as the best in the world, have not equipped you with a good magic weapon? Isn't this possible?"

Fang Lie returned what Qingfeng teased him just now and kept returning it.

"This" Qingfeng suddenly became speechless, his face turned red with shame, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

In desperation, he could only smile bitterly: "Junior brother, stop playing with me. Do you think the ninth-level magic weapon is a cabbage? Even if I am giving me a thousand years to advance to the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation, I am not qualified to take charge of the ninth-level magic weapon?"

"Then I have no choice." Fang Lie shrugged and said helplessly: "I can't say it, I can only win without force."

Another original saying of Qingfeng.

"Damn it" Qingfeng was almost angry to death after hearing this.

At this moment, Fang Lie smiled and took out an ebony sign with a clear word Ren written on it. Then he thought about it and struck it on his palm. While typing, he also said, "Senior Brother, are you ready? I'm waiting to experience Gao Ming."

"Let's learn what's wrong," Qingfeng shouted in fear: "I admit defeat, don't release the magic spirit."

After saying that, Qingfeng quickly put away the eight-armed Vajra, and then flew out of the fairy-tai arena like flying.

When the people around him saw Qingfeng's embarrassed look, no one could laugh, only deep sympathy.

If it were other ninth-level magic weapons, Qingfeng, a person who was born with pride, would never escape like this. He would definitely fight a battle. Even if he was defeated and seriously injured, or even died, he would have no regrets. In any case, he would not be able to escape without fighting like now.

The reason why he would rather embarrass others than escape quickly is that the function of the word "Ren" is really a bit unethical.

Other magic weapons are mainly based on killing, and although the word "Ren" is unparalleled and righteous, he will never kill, but there are billions of invincible magic spirits that specifically devour and destroy other people's items.

In the mouths of these magic spirits, the eighth-level magic weapon is a dish

Qingfeng can be defeated or even killed in battle, but no matter what, he dare not let his treasures be swallowed by the magic spirit.

Whether it is the bronze war drum or the endless heavenly river, they are one of the most important treasures in the Xuanmen. In addition, Qingfeng himself also carries a large number of treasures. Most of his worth is in the storage magic weapon he carries with him. Some of them are the second ones that can never be made, and it is even related to his next step of promotion.

Serious injuries can be cured, and death can be resurrected, but if all these treasures are lost, his achievements in this life will be greatly affected, and his whole person may be destroyed. This relationship is too great, so he dare not take risks.

Seeing that he won a great victory, Fang Lie laughed proudly and slowly flew out of the secret realm of the Immortal Platform.

Seeing Fang Lie smiling too proudly, Qingfeng was a little dissatisfied and couldn't help saying, "Junior brother, if you have the ability, we should not use the ninth-level magic weapon, that would be too bullying.

"Ninth-level magic weapon?" Fang Lie immediately pretended to be surprised: "What ninth-level magic weapon? Senior brother, don't joke. How could I have that thing? Even if there is one, with my cultivation level, I can't use it?"

Qingfeng heard this and was so angry that he was not angry. How could he refuse to admit his account after leaving the arena? He then roared angrily: "What is the brand in your hand?"

"This," Fang Lie threw it to Qingfeng casually, and then said proudly: "It's just a wooden sign I carved casually. If you like it, I'll give you a car afterwards."
Chapter completed!