Forced Vest [Rebirth]

Seeing that the apprentice was silent, Feng Xuzhi let out a low laugh and let go of his hand.

When the hard chest on the back left, Feng Zhiyuan withdrew the flow, looked around, did not see Qu Yunzhen, frowned and said: "Where is my master?"

Feng Xuzhi smiled again, and said in a low voice, "Your master is fine now, so don't worry about it."

Hearing this, Feng Zhiyuan's expression turned cold, he sensed his master's mood and hummed.

Feng Xuzhi looked down at Feng Zhiyuan's hands, and touched his chin.

Spiritual Sword Breaking Flow is the spiritual sword used by Qu Yunzhen, it can be used by monks below the Golden Core stage, but now Feng Zhiyuan is in the late Golden Core stage, and with his talent, he should conceive a baby in less than a hundred years. It is also time to equip Feng Zhiyuan with a natal spirit sword.

One of the purposes of Feng Xuzhi's bringing Feng Zhiyuan to the Eight Wastelands was to create a top-quality spiritual sword for Feng Zhiyuan——Feng Zhiyuan is now his apprentice, and the natal spirit sword he possesses must be stronger than the Qinshuang he was equipped with before his life. better.

There is only one best place to get the natal spirit sword, one of the eight desperate places, the sword tower.

Sword embryos of various attributes are stored in the sword tower. Sword cultivators can obtain suitable sword embryos through the experience of the sword tower. After forging sword embryos with their own spiritual consciousness, sword cultivators can create their own natal spirit swords.

The spirit sword produced by the sword tower can even be used as the half body of a sword repairer.

The sword embryo of Feng Xuzhi's natal spirit sword, Fentian, came from the sword tower.

Feng Xuzhi stared at the spirit sword in Feng Zhiyuan's hand for a while, Feng Zhiyuan's expression changed again, he looked at Feng Xuzhi.

Mozun was wearing a mask, Feng Zhiyuan couldn't see his expression at all.

"If you want to see your master, fine, as long as you pass my test, I will let you and your master be free, how about it?"

Feng Xuzhi suddenly said.

Feng Zhiyuan frowned upon hearing the words, becoming more and more elusive about Mozun's intentions: "What do you want me to do?"

Feng Xuzhi leaned over and approached Feng Zhiyuan, seeing Feng Zhiyuan's jaw tightened, he raised his hand to pinch Jianxiu's chin, held up Jianxiu's cold face, and said with a smile: "What I want you to do is very simple, you need Enter the Eight Desolation Sword Tower to find a sword embryo."

Feng Zhiyuan stepped back, but he couldn't break free from Mozun's hand, he pursed his lips and stopped struggling.

"Where is the sword tower?"

Few orthodox monks knew about the situation of Bahuang. Feng Zhiyuan was the first to set foot in Bahuang, so of course he didn't know the existence of the sword tower.

Seeing Feng Zhiyuan's cold and dignified appearance, Feng Xuzhi had a bad taste, and rubbed Feng Zhiyuan's cool skin with his fingertips. Seeing Feng Zhiyuan's eyebrows wrinkled, he withdrew his hand, looked down at his fingers, and said with a smile: "The Sword Tower is one of the Absolute Territories of the Eight Desolations. The Demon Cultivators of the Eight Desolations regard it as the most dangerous place, and no one dares to set foot there. However, this Absolute Territory was originally a holy place for sword cultivators."

"In ancient times, human monks fought against vicious beasts. Sword cultivators were powerful, and they were the main force for human monks to defend against ferocious beasts. However, ferocious beasts are inherently powerful, and sword cultivators can't kill vicious beasts alone. Therefore, The sword cultivators united as one and built the sword tower, and all the powerful sword cultivators carved their kendo insights in the sword tower, which is convenient for exchange and learning."

Feng Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then asked in puzzlement, "Since it is the holy land of sword cultivators in ancient times, why is it now a forbidden area that no one dares to set foot in?"

Feng Xuzhi looked at Feng Zhiyuan and sighed: "After the ancient sword cultivators built the sword tower, the strength of sword cultivators and even human cultivators became stronger and stronger. The sword tower and the sword cultivators twisted together became the thorn in the eyes of all monsters. The monsters gathered and besieged the sword tower. The sword cultivators fought desperately with the beasts, and in the end, countless beasts and countless sword cultivators died together."

Feng Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard the words, showing a look of shock.

"Sword cultivators suffered countless deaths and injuries, but more beasts were killed. Those beasts died, but the evil thoughts were still there. As time went by, they turned into pure evil thoughts, intertwined with sword energy, so the sword tower became The most dangerous and desperate situation."

"The soul of the dead sword cultivator is also in the sword tower. Since ancient times, it has been suppressing the spirit of beasts. After entering the sword tower, the soul of the sword cultivator will integrate into the consciousness of the sword cultivator who entered the sword tower, and guide the sword cultivator to kill the beast. Evil spirits. After all the evil beasts and evil spirits are wiped out, those ancient and powerful souls will rest in peace and enter reincarnation."

When Feng Zhiyuan heard the words, deep thought flashed across his eyes.

Although he hated the devil who kidnapped his master, but when Feng Xuzhi mentioned the sword tower, he was full of sighs. As a sword cultivator, he somewhat sympathized with it. Does the sword tower mean that the wilderness in ancient times was not a hopeless situation?"

Feng Xuzhi nodded: "That's right, the Eight Desolation turned into a desperate situation after the continuous fall of monsters. The ancient gods and beasts were unwilling to be killed by the heavens, and unwilling to be reconciled to the rise of human monks. They cursed this land when they were dying. So, at that time The eight wildernesses where humans are stationed have become a desperate situation."

Feng Zhiyuan saw that Mozun could really solve his doubts for him, and his prejudice against Mozun a little bit.

But only a little bit.

Thinking of his master, Feng Zhiyuan was still full of resentment towards Feng Xuzhi, he clenched the hilt of his sword, and said in a deep voice: "If I can retrieve the sword embryo you need from the sword tower, you will let my master go away with me , Mozun won't backtrack, will he?"

Hearing the apprentice's three words never leaving him, Feng Xuzhi felt that his good apprentice really respected the teacher.

He really deserves to be his disciple!

Feng Xuzhi, who was touched, looked at his apprentice with loving eyes: "I keep my word, and I never break my word."

The sight that fell on him was too kind, Feng Zhiyuan's scalp tingled, and he silently moved away from the Demon Lord.

"Let's go, let's go to the sword tower now."

Mozun didn't want to delay any longer, thought for a while, the sword tower was quite far from the Demon Realm, Feng Zhiyuan was only at the late Golden Core stage, and couldn't fly with a sword, he touched his chin, took a step forward, and embraced Feng Zhiyuan.

Feng Zhiyuan was terrified, subconsciously drew his sword and attacked.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to go faster, and I will take you to the sword tower faster."

With Duan Liu lying in front of him, Feng Xuzhi dispelled it at will, tied Feng Zhiyuan's hands with spiritual power, and then carried Feng Zhiyuan on his shoulders.

Feng Zhiyuan's expression cracked.

He was blinded by lard, so he felt that this devil was a little bit like a good guy!

"Devil, let me down!"

Feng Zhiyuan said angrily, struggling to get off Feng Xu's shoulder.

Feng Xuzhi was displeased, and raised his hand to pat Feng Zhiyuan: "Don't make trouble, hurry up, it will be faster for me to take you to the sword tower like this, so you should settle down."

After dropping his hand, Feng Xuzhi realized that the position of his shot was a bit subtle.

Well, soft...

Feng Zhiyuan, whose lower waist was photographed by the Mozun, turned dark and struggled fiercely: "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"

"Tsk, trouble, since I'm so unhappy, I can always change my position!"

Feng Xuzhi considers himself a master who dotes on his apprentice, even though he is now wearing a vest, it does not prevent him from pouring out his love for his apprentice. Thinking of carrying his apprentice like this, the apprentice is probably not very comfortable, so he changed his posture, He hugged Feng Zhiyuan Da Heng in his arms.

In order to prevent the apprentice from being embarrassed by being hugged like this, he also thoughtfully restrained the apprentice with spiritual power so that he could not struggle.

Then, Feng Xuzhi asked gently: "Are you comfortable?"

Feng Zhiyuan who was forcibly hugged by the princess: ...

The sword cultivator couldn't maintain his cold expression at all, and his face became more and more distorted. He stared at the perfect chin under the demon's mask, wishing he could bite the demon.

Why did he meet such a strange person with such a strange brain circuit as Mozun!

Yes, weirdo.

After getting along for so long, Feng Zhiyuan discovered that the outside rumors about the demon cultivator were obviously wrong. This demon is indeed moody, but he is not a cruel person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. His bad reputation is probably caused by his clear circuit !

Let me ask, which monk who normally pursues others would do such a thing as tying back the person whom the pursuer admires as bait?

But this Demon Lord, he didn't say anything after he did it, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it!

When Feng Zhiyuan was thrown into the stone room to practice, he found that the sword formula thrown to him by the Mozun was a rare top-quality sword formula, and he suspected that the Mozun might be out of his mind. Now, he was convinced that the Mozun was really out of his mind !

However, Feng Xuzhi himself obviously didn't feel that anything was wrong, he teleported to the sword tower holding Feng Zhiyuan with a distorted expression.

Amongst the piles of bones, Mozun gently put down Feng Zhiyuan, and released Feng Zhiyuan's shackles.

"Is it fast?"

Demon Venerable said proudly.

Feng Zhiyuan heard the subtle complacency of the Mozun, and became more silent.

For some reason, listening to Mozun speak like this, a person involuntarily appeared in his mind—Kunlun Jun.

At some point, the unexpected behaviors of Mozun and Kunlun Jun were really exactly the same.

Feng Xuzhi didn't know it yet, because of his coquettish manipulation, his disciples had already regarded him as a weirdo with a bad mind, and when he noticed the evil spirits coming under the sword tower, Feng Xuzhi drew his sword and repelled the roaring evil spirits.

"go in."

Feng Xuzhi opened the way for Feng Zhiyuan, and the sword energy charged towards the sword tower.

The sword tower sensed the familiar sword energy fluctuations, and a quaint gate quietly appeared under the tower.

The gate opened, Feng Xuzhi picked up Feng Zhiyuan, and jumped into the sword tower.

The figures of the two disappeared, and the spirits of fierce beasts roared and charged outside the sword tower, trying to rush into the sword tower, but the gate of the sword tower quickly disappeared, blocking all the spirits of beasts from outside.

After entering the sword tower, Feng Xuzhi put down Feng Zhiyuan: "What fortune you can get depends entirely on yourself, respond to the call of the sword intent, choose the path of the sword intent that your heart desires, and go."

The sword intent in the sword tower was vertical and horizontal, and the sword intent transformed into several passages. There were roars in the passage, Feng Zhiyuan looked at the Xuanyi Demon Lord standing beside him with his hands behind his back, and realized that he had sensed a tyrannical sword energy, so he didn't think about it any more. , directly stepped into that sword intent.

After Feng Zhiyuan's figure disappeared, Fen Tian was drawn by the sword intent of the sword tower, and jumped out of the Qiankun ring named Xu Zhi.

The body of Fen Tian's sword, which appeared in front of Feng Xuzhi, trembled, and the tip of the sword pointed to a passage created by the sword intent.

"Fen Tian, ​​do you want this deity to also enter the sword tower and cast a sword soul for you?"

Seeing that Fen Tian was like this, Feng Xuzhi understood.

Fen Tian is his natal spirit sword, the sword embryo he selected for the first time in the sword tower. However, the Fen Tian sword embryo was obtained by Feng Zhiyuan on the top floor of the sword tower. After so many years, Fen Tian has not yet formed a sword soul.

In the previous life, Feng Xuzhi returned to the top of the Sword Tower and forged a sword soul for Fen Tian, ​​but Fen Tian's sword soul was different and clearly incomplete.

Feng Xuzhi regretted this very much, so after his rebirth, he wanted to make up for the shortcomings of his previous life and create a complete sword soul for Fen Tian.

It's just that Feng Xuzhi still doesn't understand what went wrong in the casting process of Fen Tian's sword soul, which caused the sword soul to be incomplete.

Looking back at Fen Tian who flew behind him and pushing him forward, Feng Xu's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the key to the integrity of Fen Tian's sword soul lies in the sword intent in front of him?

He raised his hand to hold Fen Tian: "Alright, I will do what you want."

Fen Tian became more and more excited, and the flames flickered faintly.

Feng Xuzhi glanced at the passage formed by the sword intent, and jumped in.

The sword intent channel disappeared.