Mo Tie, who was already full of anger in his belly, took advantage of the situation to have a strong head.

Although the echoing voice was getting stronger and stronger, Mo Tie was suddenly calm, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, regretting his impulsive words.

Originally, his position in the Forging Mountain was not stable, if he offended the Famous Sect, he didn't need to make a move, as long as he showed a little support for his uncle, he, the current Lord of the Forging Mountain, would become the previous one.

As for the half-finished third-order mystic weapon that was successfully refined, even his father, who led the forging mountain to another peak, couldn't do it, so how much hope could he, a son who was far inferior to his father, have?

But if Mo Tie is allowed to change his attitude at this time and "soft", it will be even more impossible, no matter what, he is still the master of the highly respected refining sect, at least for now, the backbone that should still be there must be.

And at this time, he was also ready to shoot and had to send it.

Mo Tie remembered a secular sigh he occasionally received: The house leak happened to rain overnight.

The monk in Tsing Yi, whose cuffs were embroidered with white trim, was unmoved.

casually looked around in front of him, his gaze crossed Mo Tie, but he didn't stay for a moment and a half.

The face was full of indifference, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a playful smile.

When the eighth-order Xuan Mao preys on the non-advanced Xuan Rat, it always has to be discussed first, and when the Xuan Mouse is exhausted, it is the time for the Xuan Cat to eat.

The monk in Tsing Yi embroidered with white trim on the cuffs of his shirt is like an eighth-order cat, and everyone on the observation deck is like a non-advanced squirrel.

As for Wu Chen, it was a Xuanhu who mixed mice and ate cats.

The Cuffs of the Tsing Yi monk embroidered with white edges are faintly mysterious, and it is particularly smooth.

The higher the distance from the sky, the higher the cultivation, the more obvious the inhibition by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, so there is a saying that "under the sky, bow your waist shallowly".

It's not that you can't, but you can't, this is the law of heaven.

Therefore, the monks on the ferry can clearly feel this inhibition, especially the monks who take the Tianjia Ferry for the first time, and the feeling is especially obvious, which is also due to the special formation patterns engraved on the ferry that cost a lot of money to offset about ninety percent of the Heavenly Dao coercion.

It is not unreasonable for the cost of the seventh or eighth floor of a Heavenly Family Crossing to spend on this formation rune.

The purple-robed middle-aged man naturally saw the operation of the mysterious power of the Qingyi monk of the famous sect, and snorted lightly in his heart, that is, he did not take it lightly, nor was he too nervous.

Because the cultivation of the monk in Tsing Yi is in the late stage of King Xuan and he is the peak of King Xuan, even if the cultivation of the two is exchanged, Mo Tie will not think that he will lose to the other party, you must know that he is the master of the Forging Mountain, and the Forging Mountain is a sect that focuses on refining weapons.

How could he, the mountain master of the refining sect, not have one or two mysterious weapons at the bottom of the box?

And he Mo Tie is not the only one or two.

Mo Tie's left and right hands quietly shrank into the cuffs, his left hand clenched the three-legged red tape top, and the palm of his right hand was more than an inch long, and the mottled spearhead with a slight dark blood stain slipped quietly.

All of them are the heavy treasures of the town mountain that can be held by the lord of the forging mountain.

The three-legged tripod is called the Royal Mountain, the defensive mystery, it is a middle-grade fifth-order mystical weapon with years, and the age is not much younger than the forging mountain, which can be traced back to the first generation of the mountain master of the forging mountain.

The mottled spearhead is called to break the boundary, the year is not big but it is more extraordinary than the mountain, it is the pinnacle of the previous mountain master Mo Tie's father of the forging mountain, the reason why the name is broken, that is, it is hoped that the next forging weapon can break through the middle grade, the achievement of the top grade, but also hope that the forging mountain can squeeze into the second-rate sect in his own hands.

The original boundary breaking could only barely be regarded as an intermediary four-grade mystery, but because of a failed refining weapon, it accidentally became a real four-grade mystery.

It's also a bit dramatic, the high-grade mystical weapon he wanted failed to refine successfully, but instead improved the quality of his natal mystery, but unfortunately it was at the cost of his own life.

In the palm of his hand, what he asked for from the owner of the noodle restaurant was not reversed and presented in the five fingers.

Holding his slender neck between his two fingers, he raised his head and took a very small sip of ambergris rice wine, his eyes glancing at the top of the broken formation rune as if at random.

With a slight wine, he said softly: It's a pity, it's a pity, the thunder is heavy and the rain is small.

The monks around him also retreated one or two steps in tacit understanding.

In response to an old saying that is widely spread on the mountain in the cultivation world.

Dead friends do not die poor.

Just when everyone was looking forward to the opening of a good show, a half-hundred monks dressed in green clothes quietly appeared.

The cuffs of the shirt are embroidered with silver edges, which is particularly extraordinary.

The silver-edged monk in green clothes first looked around at the monks on the observation deck with a smile on his face, then turned to Mo Tie in front of him, arched his hand and said, "The old man is the steward on the ferry boat of this famous sect. ”

Then he paused for a moment, and turned his head to look at the white-edged monk behind him, his face stern.

The white-edged monk in green clothes was unmoved, and even Wenbian was still shallow and contemptuous.

Wen Bian frowned, "Wen Dao, could it be that you forgot how the peak master explained before leaving?"

Wen Dao, who was embroidered with white on the cuffs of his shirt, was looking at Wen Bian with his eyes private.

The people on the observation deck suddenly felt a sense of depression spontaneously, as if it were substance.

Mo Tie's heart trembled slightly, because he knew that this suppressed the famous sect cultivator whose cultivation was still a small order below him.

The steward Wen Bian seemed to have expected it, and he didn't care at all, and even looked at Wen Dao with expectation, expecting the other party to make a move.

Seeing this scene, Wu Chen couldn't help but lightly press a small sip of ambergris rice wine, and a smaller sip.

In fact, Wu Chen knew that the man in silver-edged Tsing Yi had been watching the observation deck for a long time, but he had not been able to show up until this moment.

The moment when the monk in Tsing Yi heard the conflict between Dao and the forging mountain Mo Tie.

Thinking that the two of them should be involved in some kind of ineffable struggle between the forces on the mountain, of course it will not be between the two people, but the mountain veins represented by Wen Dao and the mountain forces behind Wen Bian.

When the famous sect heard this, he finally glanced at the side of the smell, and the figure disappeared.

The rest of the black-edged monks in green clothes did not move at all, and they disappeared.

Hearing this, he turned his head and smiled again, "Fellow Daoists, there have been some emergencies on the ferry, I think you have just seen and heard about it, there is a thief who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, he stole the things of my Famous Sect, and after being discovered, he fled all the way to this second-layer cabin, the little thief's cultivation is not low, and he even killed several monks of my Famous Sect, so for the sake of the safety of all Daoists, our Famous Sect naturally wants to check the second-layer cabin one by one to ensure the safety of every passenger." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at everyone again, and his gaze finally stayed on Mo Tie.