Chapter 1294

In the hot refining workshop, Lu daoren and his party crowded into the corner and raised a cold shield with no obvious anti heat effect. They looked at Tang Lichuan sweating and helped the divine craftsman Kun Wu forge a sword.

Also in the hearthstone of the mountain, Tang Lichuan looked much more relaxed than them. While concentrating on helping to forge the sword, he still maintained a posture of sweating.

"Hum, this boy's fate is extraordinary. He even got treasures such as Kunpeng's cold breath... It's clear that we entered to get the treasure, but the last benefit was cheaper for him. We owe him a favor. What's the matter!"

Mo pole stared at Tang Lichuan with a depressed face and shouted in a sullen low voice.

Hearing the speech, Taoist Lu also smiled bitterly. Who told them not to listen to the advice? If they didn't take the risk to enter after listening to Tang Lichuan's advice, they wouldn't be nearly killed.

"This is the 49th time to inject Kunpeng cold. The boy's face hasn't changed at all. The weight of Kunpeng cold hasn't decreased. I don't know how much rare cold he controls!"

After saying this with a slightly envious tone, Mo pole suddenly shook his head, smiled and sighed: "yes, if he doesn't have such skills, why can he have a place in the top ten of the world's wind and cloud list?"

All of them sighed, suddenly a long cry of fire phoenix burst out from the bottom of the rolling lava. The hot fire phoenix phantom disappeared into the fiery red magic sword, and the sword body suddenly burst into a hot flame.

"It's done! I don't know how much time it took me to make this sword. It's finally finished today! Ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came down, and the divine sword rose up in one breath, smashed the cave top and flew out, as if it had fallen into the hands of the divine craftsman who couldn't see the upper body. In an instant, the sword roared, the rustling gravel rolled down, and the whole mountainside seemed to collapse in an understatement.

The people stared at the top of the cave and prayed that Kunwu, the divine craftsman, would not go back.

Suddenly, the sound of the sword stopped suddenly, and the divine craftsman Kun Wu angrily said: "it's not... Xi wheel divine flame also... Hum, it's a waste of our time for so many years. Even Xi wheel divine flame is not what we want. What's the use of this sword!"

With a roar, the fiery red sword fell into the lava from the sky, and the strong sword pressure oppressed the lava in all directions. Water does not invade within a radius of ten feet, but the invisible sword Qi is enough to force the ten thousand feet of lava.

"Boy, I always keep my word, and this sword belongs to you! But I don't care if you can collect it. If it's lucky to see you again tomorrow, I'll go!"

The voice fell, and the great illusion of the craftsman Kun Wu turned into a little star light, which floated away with the wind and disappeared in front of the people in the twinkling of an eye.

All the fire beasts in the lava crawled on the ground and looked at him respectfully. They didn't get up for a long time.

"What does he mean? Isn't he dead?"

Taoist Lu blinked at the vanishing phantom and muttered in confusion.

However, when Taoist Lu was still concerned about whether the divine craftsman Kunwu was dead or alive, someone had already made an idea on Tang Lichuan.

After the divine craftsman Kun Wu disappeared, Mo Po stepped out of the scope of the cold shield, looked coldly at the divine sword left by the divine craftsman Kun Wu, and sighed: "the fire phoenix is the spirit, the divine wood is the body, the heaven and earth is the furnace, and the divine flame is the carbon. The sword will surge spontaneously like a raging wave. What a peerless magic weapon! Don't you want to swallow this treasure alone?"

"Master Mo, this... This seems a little inappropriate. My life is saved by my brother, and the divine sword is also made by my brother..."

Taoist Lu saw that as soon as Mo Po's voice got out of danger, he played the divine sword. His face was a little uneasy. He stood up and wanted to persuade, but Mo Po couldn't hear these. Before he finished, he angrily said, "shut up! Pedantic boy, how can I act? Get back!"

With a violent drink, Wu Jun's four heavy breath hit Taoist Lu's chest. Taoist Lu suddenly felt his chest sink, puffed out a blood spring and staggered back for several steps. With the support of Zixia mountain disciples, he could stand firm.

"Little brother, I'm not that ungrateful person, but this sword is not trivial, and its grade is unique. I think no one can resist the temptation of this thing... I should repay my life-saving kindness, but I can't bow my hand to this divine sword. Please forgive me!"

The meaning of Mo Po's voice seems to be that He Lian is fearless. They have their own purposes. Whether they have to take the sword for themselves or to expand the strength of Longcheng, they all want to compete with Tang Lichuan for the ownership of the sword.

"Ha ha."

Seeing this, Tang Lichuan just smiled a few times, with an indifferent expression on his face and said: "it's not that you can't be ungrateful, but you don't have enough interests. If there are enough interests, ungratefulness is not something you can't do. I understand this truth... Since you two are determined to take the sword, Tang will not stop, and will 'respect the old and love the young' and give way to your predecessors. Please go first!"

Instead of being angry, he gave up the priority of taking treasure. After a showdown, he really stepped aside and let Mo Pengsheng and Helian take the sword first.

Mo Po picked up his eyebrows and looked at Tang Lichuan positively for a long time. He wanted to see some conspiracy from his expression, but Tang Lichuan had a mocking sneer on his face. The expression had not changed at all, which really made him see nothing.

"It's absolutely impossible to give up easily with his strength. Although this person's level is lower than that of me, if he really wants to fight, I may not win steadily, but he doesn't earn money and doesn't give way. Does he want me to be the pathfinder for the dead?"

Mo Po smiled and said loudly to Tang Lichuan, "I dare not take the lead even if I have a thick skin. If I don't have a little brother, this sword can't be completed. It's better for us to take the sword at the same time. The final ownership depends on heaven's will, so you and I have no complaints..."

He had a good calculation. He wanted to take the sword brazenly and didn't want to risk becoming a stepping stone for others, so he almost came up with such a stupid way.

But his idea is very beautiful, and others may not fulfill his wish. Tang Lichuan swept his indifferent eyes and said coldly, "do you want to take it first? If you don't do it, I won't let you! If you don't let you go first, you say I eat alone and let it go. You think I want to hurt you. Since you have so many worries, it's not good to stay at home and find a fart treasure?"

Mo Po's voice and face stiffened. Unexpectedly, Tang Lichuan didn't give face. Just when he wanted to attack, he thought of Tang Lichuan's words before entering the cave. This boy is not an ordinary hairy boy, but the top ten in the world.

"Commander Helian, what are you doing?"

In the stalemate, Monet suddenly felt that a dark shadow jumped out around him. Looking back, He Lian fearless had rushed to the fiery sword riding a panthe