Mo Tie was stunned in place, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

The words "have a request for me", Mo Tie can be said to have almost grinded out cocoons in his ears.

No matter which monk finds him, he doesn't do these four words.

Asking for oneself is not the same as seeking for forging mountain.

Often when these words ring in his ears, Mo Tie always puts on a strange and arrogant face, and is not in a hurry to reply, and even thinks about it between words.

If you don't see the benefits, you don't let go.

But when these incomparably familiar words rang in my ears again, I felt completely different, and even looked forward to these words in my heart.

After being stunned for a few breaths, Mo Tie first showed joy on his face, and then said sincerely: "The juniors are afraid, if the seniors have something, just order the juniors directly, but the juniors who can do it will definitely raise their spirits." ”

Wen Bian You returned to the wooden chair, nodded towards Mo Tie with great satisfaction, and said, "Hehe, Fang just said casually, Lord Mo Shan, don't take it seriously." ”

This statement made Mo Tie anxious, and hurriedly said: "Senior, what the junior said is true! If you disobey me, Mo Tie will not die well, and his cultivation will stop here forever." ”

Hearing this, he looked at Mo Tie, who was a little red-faced, and nodded with satisfaction again, "Lord Mo Mountain, don't be in a hurry, how can you refine a good mystical weapon?"

"What the seniors said is very true, it is indeed that the younger generations are too anxious. ”

Mo Tie thought that if he wasn't in a hurry, if he really couldn't hold the incomparably thick thighs of the Famous Sect, he would really be the end of his life.

As for the kind when he first stepped on the ferry, the resolute determination to refine the half-finished high-grade mysterious weapon with the determination to refine the half-finished high-grade mystic weapon and stabilize the throne of the mountain lord disappeared forever when Mo Tie thought that he could hold the thick and strong legs of the Famous Sect.

Why do monks cultivate? Ninety percent of them embark on this difficult path because they don't want to die, or because they want to live longer and better.

The refining weapon is the kind that will kill people, and it will really die.

How could Mo Tie, who had enjoyed being "held" by others, want to die?

"Regardless of this, what about you, are there any difficulties that need help from me, or our Famous Sect?"

Mo Tie was overjoyed at first, his heart was beating wildly, he had waited so long for this sentence, Mo Tie, who wanted to pour beans to say what he wanted, swallowed the words he had just come to his lips raw, thinking that he still couldn't be too anxious.

The monk who begged himself to refine his weapons for his mountain gate in the past was not the last to confide in his demands.

Seeing Mo Tie swallowing Mo Tie's words, Wen Bian really wanted to step forward and kick the other party.

"What's the matter! Does Lord Moshan look down on me as a famous Sect Wenbian? Or does he just look down on me Wenbian himself? If that's the case, then I'm going to drive people out, but it's a pity, I thought I could make a friend with my Wenbian. ”

After hearing the words, Mo Tie suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly explained: "No, it's not what my predecessors think, it's just that my troubles are all family affairs, and if I don't go on the stage, how can I get into the ears of my seniors."

"If Lord Moshan treats me as his own, please don't hesitate to speak. “

Mo Tie gritted his teeth, hesitated for a few moments, and then said the unspeakable words between himself and his uncle, similar to the words that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, and said to Wen Bian in one go.

After hearing this, he pondered for a moment, and said without a long time, "Mountain Lord Mo, if I can help you sit on the throne of this Mountain Lord......"

"That junior is really going to the soup and going to the fire. The excitement on Mo Tie's face was palpable.

My heart was beating wildly, and it was done!

"Good, good. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I really have a small matter here, and I may have to trouble Lord Mo Shan. ”

Mo Tie arched his hand and said, "Let the seniors command." ”

Wen Bian beckoned, Mo Tie immediately stepped forward, walked to Wen Bian's side, Wen Bian commanded softly: "That's the case, on the ferry, that is, where your lower cabin is located, there is either a young man, or that ......"

Hearing the whisper, Mo Tie frowned at first, and then smiled again, his face full of indifference.

Looking at Mo Tie, who was standing in front of him again, he kindly reminded: "Senior Brother Mo, you have to think clearly, the other party is from the only Great Sect Heavenly Dao Academy in Beizhou, if it is really ......"

Mo Tie replied with a nonchalant face: "It's just a northern barbarian, what kind of sect name mountain, in our Zhongzhou, it may be some kind of third- or fourth-rate sect." ”

He Mo Tie can breathe in a low voice, but that is also the object, the famous sect manager in front of him is, as for the others, he is still the mountain master of the refining sect.

"You can't say that, it's also a mountain force with a clan name. ”

"Thank you seniors for reminding me, but seniors can rest assured, there is no need to worry about this little thing that comes to hand. ”

Wen Bian nodded, then carefully took out an object and gently placed it on the iced silver table.

Looking at the palm-sized thing flickering with a light purple light in front of him, Mo Tie's heart was beating wildly.

How could he not see that this was a real top-grade primary-level mystical weapon, and Mo Tie could be said to dream of it.

Looking up at Wen Bian, who was expressionless and pretending to be calm, his eyes were hot.

"Take it, Lord Moshan, this is the treasure of my famous sect, the high-grade attack weapon, the box is blind, and now it is lent to Mo Daoyou for use, as for the deadline, it depends on Mo Daoyou's performance." ”

Mo Tie trembled a little, and even didn't believe it, staring at the high-grade treasure on the table.

Wen Bian on the wooden chair lowered Mo Tie's expression, and said softly: "Take it, my Famous Sect has a high-grade mysterious weapon, as long as it is loyal to me and my Famous Sect, I will not be stingy with rewards." ”

Mo Tie savored the words in it, and hurriedly said: "Yes, as long as I, Mo Tie, am still the master of the Forging Mountain, I Mo Tie and the Forging Mountain will definitely be loyal to my predecessors and loyal to the Famous Sect."

Wen Bian nodded with satisfaction, he was in front, and the famous sect was behind, the reason why he would lend this ferry pressure box bottom treasure to the other party was because Wen Bian suddenly thought that if he included the refining sect of Forging Mountain in his own lineage, wouldn't he still have a slight chance to flip.

Mo Tie's eyes were hot and he looked at the top-grade Primary-Rank Attack Heavy Treasure on the table, the box.

On the observation deck of the lower cabin on the second floor, the little girl with pigtails finally cried, and the pear blossoms with the rain were really sad.