Chapter 67 Power

I don't know what material the black short dagger is made of. It is very comfortable to hold it with a trace of coldness in my hand. It's like a hot summer day, surrounded by cold and clear streams, with indescribable enjoyment.

Li Mu held a short dagger and entered it with a trace of magic. The short dagger immediately emitted a trace of energy to cater to, and it is not difficult to find that this energy is the energy that attacks the charm with itself. Contact with your own magic and immediately blend together cordially, as if they were originally one, regardless of each other.

said hello to the energy in the short dagger, familiar with each other, and branded his own mark. I heard from the master that ordinary peerless artifacts have their own spirituality. If you want to use it well, you must first get its approval, that is, the weapon recognizes the owner.

Although the not-looking weapon in front of him is a rare magic soldier, which is not as powerful as the Ruyi golden hoop stick, the weapon is not good or bad in the first place. Li Mu thinks that the two should be similar. The energy in the short dagger should be the spirituality it gave birth to. Since it has not resisted itself, that is to say, it has recognized itself as the master.

Li Mu gently stroked the short dagger as soft as touching his lover. The cold breath came from the palm of the hand, with the same pleasure, which made people can't put it down.

A group of trembling Hengshan disciples not far away became more and more frightened when they looked at Li Mu's enjoyment face. Their uncle and eldest brother were boneless in this seemingly harmless expression.

They have been in their hearts for many years, but most of them are indeed cursed. After seeing the power of the short dagger, what they wanted most was for the short dagger to suddenly burst and suck Li Mu into the bones. Disappointed, the short dagger lay quietly in Li Mu's hand without any changes.

Li Mu ignored them and regarded them as the earth pillars next to him, which were all lifeless things. He looked at the short dagger carefully and wanted to find some information from the deep darkness. But the rough surface of the short dagger does not have any marks, even a trace of inscription.

A good weapon must have a name, just like a monkey's golden staff, an old cow's mixed iron bar, Dapeng's golden halberd and so on. However, Li Mu felt that these names were too tacky and did not respect the weapons themselves.

After thinking about it, Li Mu muttered to himself, "You are so black, why don't you call Xiaohei?" Li Mu seemed to be asking for the advice of the short dagger, but the short dagger was still lying quietly in the palm of his hand. He did not object or not know whether he agreed or not.

Li Mu has never given names to others since he was a child, which was difficult for him at this time. Although Tongyuan Daxian has lived for thousands of years, his name is not much higher than Li Mu. Thinking about Li Mu, he knows one or two.

"No, no."

Li Mu shook his head and remembered that when he was in Huaguo Mountain, there was a little monkey named Xiaohei. This peerless magic weapon can't be called the same name as a monkey, that's too much. Another period of hard thinking, but denied and denied, but I couldn't think of a name that I was satisfied with.

Suddenly, Li Mu's eyes lit up, turned his head and looked at the disciples of the Hengshan School, and said leisurely, "You each think of a name for this weapon. If I feel satisfied, I will let you go. How about it?"

The more discussed the tone, the more the disciples of the Hengshan School dared not agree. At this moment, there was only one arm and Shi said angrily, "You said it without faith. You agreed to give you the weapon and let us go. Now..."

"Did I say that?" Li Mu asked curiously. Think about it carefully, he didn't say such a thing. I said, I didn't promise you when I did."

"You..."

Xiang Shi dared not say anything, and everyone else was angry and dared not say a word. In the face of life, all dignity is insignificant. In such a world of the law of the jungle, strength determines everything.

"You have touched it, you come first." Li Mu looked at Xiang Shi and shrugged his shoulders.

He bowed his head to Shi and meditated. Although he didn't dare to believe Li Mu anymore, now he has to fight for even a glimmer of hope. He is very smart and his head turns quickly. Thinking of the horror of the short dagger, a word "soul-eating" flashed in my mind.

He has never seen such a terrible weapon, but he thinks deeply that the weapons are so terrible, how powerful its owner should be.

Xiang Shi tried his best to suppress his anger, and there was some trembling in his voice: "This short dagger is so powerful, it might as well be called soul devouring, which is also in line with its ability."

"Soul-eating?" Li Mu tastes the name, which is really good and domineering. But it's not what you want. What he wants is to reveal the breath of the king in the ordinary, with a noble taste in simplicity.

Shaking his head and said, "No, I know it's an evil weapon as soon as I hear it. I'll give you another chance."

Li Mu knew that this group of people were more flexible and had more ideas. If he can really think of a good name, he doesn't mind letting them go. There is no need for an elephant to compete with a group of ants. That is, they are full of endless hatred for themselves. Can they still take revenge?

The disciples of the Hengshan School looked at Xiang Shi nervously, and their lives were in Xiangshi's hands. Even the palms of the hand holding the sword came out of sweat, and they didn't notice it.

Xiang Shi remembered again. Combined with the factors of the short dagger itself, he had to guess Li Mu's mind. The brain cells operated crazily, flashing tens of millions of names every second, and he slowly screened among them.

He is really smart and good at observing people. Since he came into contact with Li Mu, plus what Li Mu has done in these hours, he roughly guessed what kind of person Li Mu is. To sum up, there are only two words: pretentious. But he didn't dare to say it, so he had to express it in another way, that is, to look for a high profile in a low profile, and after pretending to a state, any ordinary action is high-profile in the eyes of others.

"Dark sky? No, no."

"Stepping on the ground? Nor can it be done."

"No trace? No way."

Xiang Shi kept shaking his head and locking his eyebrows deeper.

"The dagger, the black dagger, the magic dagger, the dark blade..." muttered to the stone and quickly denied it after saying a name.

"Black, Li, Dagger, Blade, Fu, Wan, Tomb..."

"!"

Xiang Shi suddenly became happy and kept saying, "Fu, Fu! Sink, dormant, the world kneels down.

" Mr. Li, how about this weapon called Fu?" Xiang Shi said excitedly.

Li Mu was stunned and didn't expect that Xiang Shi would use a word to make the name of the weapon, which was also an unexpected and unusual place. However, after careful taste, the word "Fu" is low-key and domineering, which just meets your own requirements.

Li Mu nodded happily and praised, "Yes, this peerless magic soldier will be called ambush in the future!"

Xiang Shi saw that Li Mu liked it and summoned up a trace of courage and asked, "Mr. Li, now that this weapon has a good name, please let us go."

Li Mu glanced over there and saw them looking at themselves pitifully one by one. He said lazily, "You go."

"Thank you, Mr. Li, thank you!"

"Thank you..."

If the disciples of the Hengshan faction were pardoned, they quickly kowtowed to thank him. At this time, he had no time to care about the ashes and treasures scattered on the ground, and walked towards the stone with everyone.

However, as soon as he took two steps, an energy suddenly approached rapidly. After a while, a group of people appeared in front of the stone.

Xiang Shi was shocked, but after seeing the people coming, he was immediately relieved.

Li Mu also knew the Taishan faction, which clashed between Pingxiang Town and Taihu League. At this time, the leading team is Fang Tiandao of the Taishan faction. He shows no sign of injury now, followed by more than a dozen disciples of the Taishan faction.

When Fang Tiandao saw Li Mu not far away, he couldn't help frowning and asked Xiang Shi, "Why are you with Li Mu?

Xiang Shi was shocked for fear that Fang Tiandao would not know whether it was good or not, and then provoke Li Mu. He quickly said politely, "Uncle Fang, this matter is a long story. Why don't we find a place to rest for a while and then slowly tell Uncle."

Fang Tiandao frowned at Xiang Shi and asked in a condensed voice, "When you came, there were more than a few people. Did Li Mu do it?"

He replied in horror, "No, no, we met a corpse demon with our uncle. If Mr. Li hadn't arrived in time, no one in our Hengshan faction would have been spared."

Huh? Is it?" Fang Tiandao looked suspiciously at other disciples of the Hengshan faction.

Other disciples did not dare to look into Fang Tiandao's eyes and lowered their heads and answered, "Yes, you are right."

"Well, even so, Li Mu and such evil people will be killed. How about waiting for me to kill this demon together with the Taishan faction?"

The disciples of the Hengshan faction were frightened and suddenly turned pale. They still reacted quickly to Shi and said righteously, "Uncle Fang, no matter who Mr. Li is, we will not take action on our savior in any case. You have to do it yourself." With that, he said to the other disciples, "Disciples of Hengshan School, let's go."

Li Mu smiled. He appreciated Xiang Shi's reaction ability and decided not to make it difficult for them anymore. For such hurried people, they know what to do next, and there is no need to kill them all.

Looking at the Taishan faction surrounding him, Li Mu raised a trace of evil charm at the corners of his mouth. I was worried that there was no place to test the knife, but someone came to the door.

"It's you who want to die. Don't blame me." Li Mu smiled slightly. Without waiting for Fang Tiandao to reply, the purple wings flashed to the disciples of the Taishan School like ghosts.

The purple light shuttles, and the black light looms, passing through the true qi shield of the elite disciples of the Taishan School like cutting tofu. Magic agitation, such as a bloodthirsty mouth instantly drains the blood of the other party. Every time he kills a person, Li Mu only feels that a very cool energy flows into his body and merges with his magic, quickly supplementing the lost magic. I don't know how many times faster than practicing by myself. This feeling cannot be refused.

Watching his disciples wither and become skin and bones one by one, Fang Tiandao suddenly understood why Xiang Shi fled in horror. He gritted his teeth angrily and turned into a stream of light to Li Mu.

The corners of Li Mu's mouth raised slightly, and the extremely frozen water wrapped him like silk and fell into his body. Even the cultivation of Fang Tiandao could not resist for a few seconds. After a while, he became one of the many dead bones like other Taishan disciples.

Although the Taishan faction is stronger than the Hengshan faction, Li Mu solved them more easily this time.

"What a good thing." Li Mu looked at the short dagger and sincerely praised it.