"The cells are flawless and created by nature, truly immortal!"
Feeling the changes in his body, the corners of Zhu Tianpeng's mouth rose slightly. He had waited for this moment for too long, struggled for too long, struggled for too long, and finally succeeded!
Although he was only on the threshold of entering the Tao realm, this moment of unprecedented power made him feel like a bird could fly as high as the sky. At this moment, the power of the rules of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths could no longer restrict him.
A moment, a million miles away, just a thought, this moment...
"Haha, it worked!"
"My dear disciple, come and become your disciple!"
At this time, a burst of laughter resounded, and Zhou Wuji was seen striding out of the cave. With his head held high, a long sword as white as mutton-fat jade shone brightly in his hand, and it was like a budding sword in the mist.
The girl waits for picking.
"That's...the Sword of Luck!"
His pupils shrank, Zhu Tianpeng recovered from his breakthrough, his eyes were fixed on the sword in Zhou Wuji's hand, and his breathing was a little rapid for a while.
That flawless long sword, the fluctuation that outlines his own origin, there is no doubt that it is a treasure of destiny, and it is also a treasure of destiny in the shape of killing.
"He is worthy of being the first person to refine weapons in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. He has spent three years refining a top-notch Taoist treasure. I'm afraid not many people will believe it."
With a sigh in his heart, Zhu Tianpeng walked up to Zhou Wuji, cupped his fists and saluted, "Congratulations to senior on your success in refining the weapon!"
"That's right!"
Raising his head proudly, Zhou Wuji raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Boy, how are you? I must be very good at refining weapons. Why don't you quickly pay homage to me!"
With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Zhu Tianpeng realized that he still underestimated the lower limit of dealing with him. This is really a master who climbs up with a stick. The personality of Hobshurou is really... lovable!
Reaching out to take the long sword from Zhou Wuji's hand, Zhu Tianpeng reached out his right hand and began to caress it gently.
Buzz!
The sword chant resounded loudly, and the sword of destiny was like a child waiting to be fed, constantly releasing its goodwill towards him.
"very good!"
Nodding with satisfaction, Zhu Tianpeng tightened the sword blade with his right hand. The next second, his palm was cut, and the blood was instantly absorbed by the sword of destiny.
The next second, the sword roared like a dragon, and the white long sword became dazzling and simple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, in just three or five breaths, the image of this sword completely changed. If Wang Qian and other imperial monks were here, they would definitely exclaim: "Blue Emperor Sword!"
Yes, after absorbing Zhu Tianpeng's blood, the Sword of Luck evolved according to his will into an outline that is almost exactly the same as the Qingdi Sword, but the abilities of the two are different.
"This is the forbidden sword!"
His pupils shrank, and the expression on Zhou Wuji's cynical face changed drastically. He subconsciously took three steps back, looked at Zhu Tianpeng with shock and confusion, and subconsciously said: "Boy, what is your relationship with the Imperial Palace?
"
"Relationship? That's nothing!"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng came back to his senses and looked at Zhou Wuji's uncertain appearance. While he was confused in his heart, he did not hesitate to reply: "If it matters, then some of them are kind to me.
Some people have grudges against me, and I don’t know how to describe the relationship between the two parties."
After hearing this, Zhou Wuji fell silent.
After a long time, he came back to his senses, locked his gaze on Zhu Tianpeng and said, "I don't care what your relationship is with the Imperial Palace, but there is one thing I have to tell you. If you still let the sword in your hand appear like this,
, the people in the Imperial Palace will definitely make trouble for you, even to the point of death."
"Boy, you have to think about it, this is not something you should do impulsively."
"Really? Until death!"
With a calm smile, Zhu Tianpeng tightened his sword and said: "So what, we will face each other sooner or later, it is inevitable."
"And I also like the look of this sword. Since there are several identical swords in the Imperial Palace, I'll just grab them for fun in the future."
"Well, you are worthy of being my disciple of Zhou Wuji. Let's take it from him!"
After laughing, Zhou Wuji's expression suddenly turned cynical again. He strode up to Zhu Tianpeng, pointed his nostrils to the sky and said, "Boy, I've given you something, come and become my disciple!"
"Look at what kind of evil disciples I have accepted. I, Zhou Wuji, am indeed the most talented person!"
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Zhu Tianpeng was very suspicious of whether he had met someone unkindly. Where was he being serious just now? Where was he being mature and prudent just now? How could he become so funny in the blink of an eye?
However, he has no intention of going back on his word. Whether it is the Qi Luck Treasure, the Nether Stone or the weapon refining skills on his body, they are enough for him to become his disciple.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Tianpeng immediately knelt down on one knee and said: "Disciple pays homage to the master!"
"Although the disciple has become Master's disciple, it is impossible for him to stay in Qi Zong, so he also asks Master to give him a Taoist title. After leaving Qi Zong, the disciple will restore his own name."
Zhu Tianpeng has thought about this for a long time. He and Emperor Zun are one, and it is impossible to walk in the world with Emperor Zun's name. However, Zhu Tianpeng's name cannot be exposed in a short time, so
During the time when he was studying under Qizong, he could only choose a Taoist name to walk in the world.
"Tao number?"
After pondering for a moment, Zhou Wuji suddenly showed a smile on his face and said, "How about I call you Xiao Chunzi?"
Haru, your sister!
Roaring in his heart, veins popped up on Zhu Tianpeng's forehead.
"You don't like it? How about calling you Xiao Xuanzi?"
"Still don't like it? Then call him Xiao Dezi!"
"Xiaoyuezi? Xiaojizi? Xiao..."
"Little sister, old guy, you are looking for a beating!"
Finally, Zhu Tianpeng couldn't bear it anymore, stood up from the ground and stormed off, saying angrily: "From now on, I will be called Emperor of Heaven."
"Oh, so you like this name?"
After being stunned for a moment, Zhou Wuji thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll let you be the little emperor. From now on, you will be my chief disciple, Zhou Wuji!"
"It's the Emperor of Heaven!"
Resisting the urge to kill, Zhu Tianpeng held the Sword of Fate tightly and gritted his teeth.
"Little Emperor, let's go, I will take you to show off, no, I will take you to record!"
However, Zhou Wuji didn't pay attention to Zhu Tianpeng's rebuttal, turned around and walked towards the outside world.
"I……"
After opening his mouth, Zhu Tianpeng found that he felt very tired. With such a tease, no wonder Emperor Zun refused to become his disciple, even if the latter was a person with thick legs, he was unwilling to hug him.
However, when he thought about the disparity in strength between the two sides, he quickly gave in shamefully. He casually carved the word "Emperor" on the Sword of Luck and murmured: "From now on, you will be the Emperor Sword. One day, I will
I will rule the nine heavens and ten earths and take you to the top."