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Xiao Linfeng's eyes were sharp and he was fully committed to responding.

"Chong"

The mechanic blocked Xiao Lin's sword with a seemingly ordinary punch, and then gathered his strength and attacked fiercely. This attack poured several times of spiritual power into it, and instantly knocked the sword away.

At the same time, the mechanic's big hand locked onto Xiao Lin's wrist, and his other metal hand slapped down suddenly with a tremendous force.

"Little capture!" the mechanic shouted.

This blow was enough to break one of Xiao Lin's wrists, making him unable to hold the sword anymore.

It happens in a flash, at a critical moment.

"Burn."

Xiao Lin's cold voice fell, and golden-red flames appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the snow-white sleeves at the wrists.

"hiss!"

The palm of my hand felt extremely hot. Even if it was made of metal, it could not avoid feeling the horrible burning sensation.

The mechanic moved as fast as an afterimage, retracted his hand in time, gave up the original attack, and retreated a distance.

The mechanic quickly glanced at the condition of his palm. The metal had been melted and turned into liquid like water.

He withdrew his hand almost instantly, but he was still injured to such an extent. If he had held on for a few more seconds, his entire hand would have melted!

Xiao Lin was well prepared and released only a small amount of flame, which was all the purest Phoenix Fire with extremely strong burning ability. It was such a small ball, just big enough to wrap up the mechanic's hand.

The mechanic's eyes narrowed.

His gold transformation only reached the surface of his skin, but not to his bones and blood. It was obvious that the extent of his injury was far more than it seemed on the surface.

He collected the "Gold Transformation", and the metal pieces faded away, revealing normal flesh. The part of the palm that was burned by the flames had now become charred.

"I think this golden-red flame is your biggest trump card. You used it to defeat Huo Liaoye before. He only practices fire magic, and his ability to control fire is still impressive. The fire that can defeat Huo Liaoye is a strange fire?"

The mechanic stared at the small ball of golden-red flame beside Xiao Lin and asked slowly.

He did not attack, so Xiao Lin took this opportunity to take a few pills to replenish his spiritual power and deal with the problem of mechanic repair.

He is not going to reveal his own trump card yet.

The effect of the elixir is extremely strong. The surging spiritual power is like a warm current, flowing along the meridians to the limbs and bones.

After injecting the excess spiritual power into the spiritual sword, Xiao Lin looked coldly at the tall and strong cultivator at the other end of the platform.

After receiving the silent acknowledgement, the mechanic did not feel the slightest bit of timidity or fear. On the contrary, his whole body was trembling with excitement.

Strange fire.

He once fought against a monk who possessed a strange fire.

The mechanic shook his neck, cracked his knuckles, and smiled wantonly and arrogantly: "As a senior, I can't hide my feelings when I meet a rival like you who suits my taste so well."

Before he finished speaking, a golden glow suddenly appeared around the mechanic, the air pressure was terrifying, and the cyclone formed by the gathering of spiritual energy was raging wildly, as if something was about to break out of his body.

In an instant, the students in the audience seemed to be hit hard on the head, and the endless sound of bells and chimes echoed in their ears.

The faint Buddhist sound is empty, coming from a very far away place, getting closer and closer, melodious and heavy.

It makes people feel suddenly dazed.

When everyone regained their consciousness and looked again, a bronze bell appeared out of thin air in front of the machine cultivator on the stage.

More than ten feet high and nearly one meter wide, the bronze bell does not look brand new. On the contrary, it is covered with traces of time and cannot hide its old appearance.

The bronze bell is thick and solid, with many scriptures and inscriptions engraved on the surface. The edges are worn to a shine, and the lines are covered with corroded bronze rust.

"My natal magic weapon." Qi Wu Yue put down the arm that was supporting his head, straightened his body, and took a closer look.

He was surprised and amused, "It's a clock. No wonder he was chosen by the Buddhist monks as a disciple right after he was born."

And sincerely admired, "He is indeed an excellent bald donkey seedling, a natural choice for ringing the bell and chanting sutras."

Upon hearing this, Luo Huangji spurted out all the tea.

The so-called morning bells and evening drums are the bells that are rung every day in Buddhist temples, so they are placed side by side with the Buddhist instruments used in chanting scriptures.

This person not only possesses a one-in-a-million magical weapon, but it is also a sacred weapon of Buddhism. Isn't this just as Qi Wu Yue said?

The bald donkey’s seedling is the chosen Buddhist practitioner.

Qi Wu Yue glanced at Luo Huangji with a cold gaze.

The plate on the small table was empty. With the bitter and astringent tea, even the cakes were so sweet that they made me sick.

Teacher Luo also accepts everyone who comes.

Lifting his pale blue sleeves, Luo Huangji wiped his mouth a few times, then asked with a smile, "Do you know my life magic weapon?"

Qi Wu Yue's expression remained unchanged, and he said casually, "I know a little."

This natal magic weapon is truly one in ten thousand, one in a million.

Compared to other cultivators who forge and obtain magical weapons, some cultivators are born with magical weapons, which are called natal magical weapons.

But no one knows the specific origin of the natal magic weapon.

There are only two opinions in the world of cultivating immortals.

First, the natal magic weapon is like a bone in the human body, which is born and grows naturally.

Moreover, the natal magic weapon is closely related to its master and they grow together. Basically, the level of growth of the cultivator is the same as the level of the natal magic weapon.

Second, the natal magic weapon replaces a piece of the cultivator's own bone, just like a part of the human body and is indispensable.

Someone has touched the bones of a person who possesses a magical weapon. A normal human body has 206 bones, but a cultivator who possesses a magical weapon has only 205.

Based on this speculation, the location of the natal magic weapon occupies a space originally occupied by a normal human body.

But is it true that the natal magic weapon squeezed out the original bones of the human body, or is it that the cultivator already has some defect and created the natal magic weapon to make up for it?

No one has figured out the reason for tens of thousands of years.

If it is the former, the chance is elusive.

But if it is the latter, there is more room for maneuver.

Before the fetus is born, some cruel means are used to destroy and remove a piece of the mother's bone, and then a secret method is used to induce labor and make up for it, in an attempt to create a "natal magic weapon" through acquired means.

Over the past ten thousand years, the world of cultivating immortals has had attempts, but the result was a batch of deformed products that died young... and they couldn't even be called human.

Qi Wu Yue's thoughts suddenly shifted, he frowned, and continued to observe the mechanic's bronze bell.

The natal magic weapon originates from the cultivator himself, and can naturally communicate with the cultivator's mind. With a thought, it can be controlled as easily as an arm, and the degree of compatibility far exceeds that of magic weapons that are imprinted with spiritual imprints.

You know, only magic weapons above the yellow level can leave a spiritual mark on cultivators.

The perfectly matching magic weapon seemed as if it was tailor-made for the cultivator. It could unleash several times the power when used with the cultivator, and would certainly be better than any random magic weapon without any mark.

Seeing the situation on the stage, Luo Huangji shook his head and said pessimistically: "I'm afraid your senior brother can't handle this life magic weapon. I think he will lose this time."

With the current strength of the mechanic, he can be ranked among the top ten even in the fifth grade.

Qi Wu Yue sneered: "Not necessarily. Even the innate magic weapon is divided into different levels. This bald donkey's innate magic weapon is different from others."

“It’s just ordinary.”