The wind's heart hurts very much.

It's a sharp pain.

Even when I had surgery in my previous life, I didn’t have the pain now.

There is no warrior in the world who doesn’t like divine weapons.

Every warrior wants to have his own magic weapon.

And this can only be more of a dream.

Because the cost of a magic weapon is very high.

To forge it, you need a lot of financial resources to find the right materials.

Ordinary steel cannot be refined.

Extremely special materials are required.

This material is mostly produced in places with abundant spiritual power.

For example, the Wannian Rocks in Kunlun Mountain.

Only through these materials that have been soaked in spiritual power for tens of thousands of years can a magic weapon be created!

And soul refining is even more difficult.

A top martial arts master needs to draw the almost lost talisman to have a certain chance to refine souls for the artifact.

These materials are not something that ordinary masters have the ability to do.

And just so happens that the place with the most abundant spiritual power on the earth is Zuoqiushan.

Li Shier was on Zuoqiu Mountain and could get these scarce materials at any time.

Kunlun Mountain is frozen all year round and there is no suitable one.

Artifacts are more accessible but hard to find.

Now that I have lost such a lot of kung fu, I have been shattered as a treasure-like magic weapon.

Feng's heart has collapsed.

He wants to cry.

But the soul has no tears.

Everything can only be borne silently.

What made him even more frightened was that when the sword was taken out, he couldn't help but want to kneel down.

This is simply not in line with the rules.

Just a sword.

Feng is very confident in his abilities.

He believed that he could feel this kind of oppression.

It must be that sword.

This sword is not simple.

"How is it? You're fine, are you?"

Li Shier walked towards the wind step by step.

The closer the distance is, the more oppressive the Jiuzhou Quanwang Sword becomes!

"Don't come over!" Feng noticed the oppression and hurriedly stopped Li Shier.

"What did you say?"

Li Shier pretended not to hear and continued walking forward.

This sense of oppression made the wind feel a sense of fear.

Fear from the depths of the soul.

It was impossible for him to take action at this time.

All his strength was suppressed.

So there is no chance to resist at all.

"I didn't hear it clearly, would you please tell me?"

Li Shier continued walking.

"I said don't come here first!"

The wind tried its best to support it, but finally it was pressed to kneel on the ground.

The kneeling of the soul is more difficult than the body.

Only with absolute strength can one kneel on the ground with a soul and cannot raise its head at all.

Now the wind regrets it.

He knew that he was not the boy's opponent.

Those three magic weapons have already explained everything.

After all, I... underestimated the other party.

"Why."

The wind sighed.

If your magic weapon is gone, just die if you die.

The enemy you face is too strong.

Thinking of all the calmness I had before, but the wind was light and the clouds were calm, the wind felt how ridiculous I was now.

It's like a jumping clown.

"Why are you kneeling down?" Li Shier asked in surprise: "Don't let it go, aren't we going to have a fight? Or are you talking about this special move? Do you have to kneel down?"

"Hiss..." Feng took a deep breath and no longer wanted to speak.

This cannot be replied.

Or in other words, Feng doesn’t know how to go back now.

"Stand up and don't stop talking."

Li Shier said sternly: "Relying on his seniority, I kneel down to make my birthday by breaking my life? This is impossible. Let me tell you, there are too many people doing this. I will still live well so many people kneeling in front of me."

“Stand up!”

He shouted loudly.

Feng was shaking all over, and his spiritual power almost dissipated.

Too much bullying!

It's so deceptive!

I want to stand up too.

Who would like to kneel like this?

Those guys outside couldn't hear what was said inside, but could they still see it?

They saw themselves kneeling on the ground.

It has already ruined the majesty.

What else to say?

What else can I say?

"You're just too much!"

After a long time, Feng said this.

"Ah. Are you giving up?"

Li Shier bent down and asked curiously: "Why? I won't beat you anymore?"

"You have three magic weapons, whatever you want." Feng had given up.

This dimensionality reduction strike is so desperate.

"It's okay, then stand up and let's talk about things in the underworld. OK?"

When Li Shier spoke, the King of Kings of Jiuzhou in his hand approached him again.

This time, Feng wanted to raise his head and talk, but he couldn't even lift it up.

The feeling of oppression was too strong, and he went straight into his head.

"OK?"
To be continued...