After Mo Zun was born, every day was an asura field

After Gu Lianyi's competition was over, Bailiyan stepped down from the high platform, and the senior brothers spontaneously followed after seeing this.

Master seldom leaves Xingzhi Peak, and now he is willing to come to Qingyan Peak to watch their fights, and the three of them cannot help being touched by this.

Several people stepped into the teleportation array together with Bailiyan, and when they returned to Xingzhi Peak, they were about to go back to the cave respectively, but their master suddenly called them.

Hearing this, the brothers and sisters all had a meal, and then they all looked at the master.

Bailiyan glanced over the faces of several people one by one, and finally, under the gaze of the three of them, he slowly opened his lips and said: "After the big competition, the master will refine the magic weapon for you."

As a sword cultivator, if one achieves great success in cultivation and wants to unite human and sword, then one needs to have one's own natal sword.

Right now, the three of Gu Lianyi are all using the long sword distributed by the sect, so it can be said that they don't have any weapons at hand.

Thinking of this, Baili Yan pondered for a moment.

He really didn't think about it carefully.

Accustomed to being alone, even though Bailiyan is respected as the head of the demon world, he is the existence that all the demons look up to, so he has never had such concerns.

After all, after hearing these words, several people all showed stunned expressions, not understanding why the master said this, and why he suddenly mentioned the matter of the natal magic weapon.

In the next second, that clear, frosty voice sounded in their ears again, as if explaining, "It's for reward."

Until Bailiyan's figure disappeared, among the three, Wen Huai was the first to realize, "Reward?"

After a while, his eyes lit up suddenly, and the corners of his lips raised: "Master is going to give us a reward."

I have to say, this was really beyond Wen Huai's expectation.

His sense of Master is extremely complicated.

From the initial doubts to the gradual belief... until now, that unspeakable emotion has occupied the entire chest.

He seems to have found the feeling he had when he first played the game.

That was the first time Wen Huai fell in love with a certain sport. Unlike others, basketball was Wen Huai's passion throughout his teenage years.

Now this love seems to have resurfaced.

Wen Huai's Adam's apple was rolling, and his mood at this moment was very similar to that when he won the game for the first time, he won the championship...

reward.

Similarly, the word "reward" also caused a lot of waves in Gu Lianyi's heart.

At this moment, he doesn't want any natal magic weapon, Gu Lianyi thought.

What he wants is that it would be great if Master could let him hug him again.

Beside the two, Bian Ze narrowed his eyes.

Looking at the direction in which Bailiyan left, his eyes revealed a bit of deep thought.

into the night.

Bailiyan sat quietly on the cloud bed and meditated, his spiritual consciousness entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly he felt a trace of breath approaching the main hall.

Bian Ze arrived as promised.

Seeing him coming, Bailiyan opened his eyes.

When Bian Ze stepped into the inner hall, a strange look appeared in his eyes, and he said, "What's the matter?"

Bian Ze's face remained unchanged when he heard the words, "The disciple said earlier that he would come over in the evening, did Master forget?"

After finishing the words, he raised his brows slightly, and there was a slight smile on his lips, with a pleasant arc on his face.

What Bian Ze said was true.

But in Bailiyan's view, Bian Ze said this before in order to ask for a reward, but when the master and apprentice returned to Xingzhi Peak, he also proposed that he would refine their natal magic weapon for them as a reward. It is used as a reward for the next big competition and the three brothers.

In this way, Bian Ze should have no reason to come to the main hall again.

It seemed that he had seen through what Baili Yan was thinking.

Bian Ze raised his eyebrows together, his eyebrows drooped instantly, and his tone was slightly sad, "Master, do you want to admit it?"

"Why did you say that?" Baili Yan replied calmly.

He has never met someone like Bian Ze, always like this...

Pretend.

Just like right now, when Bian Ze heard his rhetorical question, his eyelashes drooped down instantly, covering the unknowing expression in his eyes, and he spoke softly and slowly, "I don't want any natal magic weapon."

The implication is that this reward is not to his liking.

But Bailiyan frowned, his eyes fell on him, he raised his lips, and said, "What nonsense?"

The natal magic weapon is very important to every cultivator, how can Bian Ze be allowed to mess around.

Hearing the meaning of his words, Bian Ze lowered his head and suppressed the smile on his lips, but on the surface he remained silent.

How could he not know the importance of the natal magic weapon.

But it is……

Bian Ze clearly knew that with his current strength, he was far from being able to do whatever he wanted.

At least... Bian Ze slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bailiyan, at least the current him is not enough to look at in front of the master.

Bian Ze stared straight at Bailiyan with burning eyes.

An unprecedented psychological madness of wanting to be fast and strong is clamoring, as long as he has enough strength, he can...

Do whatever you want.

At that time, Master will satisfy him.

"what?"

It wasn't until an indifferent voice slowly pierced into the eardrum that Bian Ze realized that he had actually spoken out what was in his mind.

Pausing for a moment, the slyness flashed across his face, then he raised his head and said, "I don't want the magic weapon of my life, I just want..."

Bian Ze froze for a moment, then he stepped forward quickly, quickly lifted the hem of his clothes and got on the couch, and then he lowered his voice very low, his words were somewhat inarticulate, "I only hope that the master can satisfy... a small wish of the disciple."

If Bian Ze's subordinates after becoming the demon king in the original plot were here, they would be able to react quickly.

Lord Mozun is setting someone up.

Bian Ze's temperament is unpredictable, even those demons who have stayed by his side for a long time cannot get a glimpse of what he is thinking.

However, under such circumstances, you can occasionally hear a thing or two from his tone.

Bian Ze is indeed playing tricks at the moment.

But he was just seeking some small benefits for himself...

Now that he accidentally said what was in his heart just now, Bian Ze simply opened his mouth, but only slightly concealed some unimportant key points...

The words fell because he was sure that Bailiyan would not agree, so he continued: "If the disciple wins the leader of this competition, the master will agree to the disciple."

Bian Ze's eyes were curved, and he sat sideways and turned his head to look at Bailiyan, "I assure you, it won't be too much..."

It's just that this excessive standard is up to him to judge.

Bailiyan was silent for a while.

In the end, Bian Ze leisurely left the main hall with a smile of fulfillment.

The next day, it was still dark.

There is still an hour before the competition at Qingyan Peak begins.

Wen Huai was the first to play today.

After thinking about it all night yesterday, Wen Huai was really helpless because of his emotional changes these days, so he didn't sleep all night, and went to the main hall before dawn.

If he didn't figure it out, he probably wouldn't be able to calm down in today's competition.

Thinking of this, Wen Huai stopped thinking and went straight to the main hall.

After arriving outside the main hall, for some reason, he subconsciously held his breath, then tiptoed into the main hall and walked towards the inner hall.

Maybe he came too early.

When Wen Huai entered the inner hall, he saw the figure sitting on the cloud bed behind the screen, and he didn't change anything about his arrival.

Did you not notice his coming...

Wen Huai hesitated, his lips opened and closed, but in the end he continued to move forward without saying anything.

Just like that time when he succeeded in advancing, his movements were as gentle as possible.

At this moment, he clearly felt it.

The closer he was to Master, the faster his heart beat.

Wen Huai couldn't help holding his breath, his mind was in a mess, he couldn't think of anything, he even forgot the reason for coming, he just subconsciously wondered if he was broken somewhere...

The author has something to say: Was it broken by Master?