Hearing Fang Lie's words, Mo Wanfang couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "If you can't find a suitable attachment for you here, then your appetite is too terrible, right?"

"Haha, that's right," Fang Lie immediately smiled embarrassedly.

Although Fang Lie is rich now, he is a little arrogant and doesn't even look down on casual babies. But here, Mo Wanfang is still qualified to say this sentence

Because Momen is undoubtedly the best in the world in terms of attainment of mechanical skills

The mechanism accessories in the Momen Treasure Library are definitely the most complete, strongest, and the best. Even if Fang Lie is picky, he will never find a satisfactory treasure.

Fang Lie himself knew that he was worried too much and looked down on Momen. No wonder his father-in-law was a little unhappy. So he quickly added: "My father-in-law, then you can help me find some of the best observation treasures first."

"There are many observational treasures. Do you want ones above the eighth level?" Mo Wanfang smiled and said, "That's very expensive, and it's hard to install. You know, all the eighth level treasures can transform into shapes, they are full of spirituality, almost no less than the intelligence of children. They are a little naughty and must meet their requirements before they will follow you."

When Fang Lie heard this, he immediately frowned and couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

He has seen the difficulty of the eighth-level treasure. Unless it is completely subdued, it will be difficult to control. Even if someone is forced to recognize his master, there will be many situations, and even one in ten is not enough to survive.

This is also why those Qihai monks are very weak in using eighth-level magic weapons. They do not have the ability to subdue such advanced treasures. They rely on the suppression of their elders to force their masters, and their strength will naturally be greatly reduced.

Fang Lie could naturally invite the Lei Jie Zhenren to help suppress them, but the treasure who recognized the master in this way was too weak, so he was a little unwilling to accept it.

At this time, Fang Lie suddenly thought of the wonders of his Netherworld Battleship. There is an extremely high-level Netherworld Ghost Fire on it, which can assist in the promotion of low-priced magic weapons by burning high-level magic weapons.

This amazing function even the Xuanmen is extremely jealous and does not hesitate to exchange it with the ninth-level magic weapon.

So Fang Lie thought, it would be better to make a better seventh-level magic weapon, which is both cheap and easy to recognize the master, and then upgrade it with the Netherworld Ghost Fire. This is an eighth-level treasure that he cultivated himself. There will never be a negative impact of being suppressed and can fully exert all its power.

There is no doubt that this is the best result for Fang Lie.

After understanding this, Fang Lie immediately said with a smile: "I am a poor man. I can't afford the eighth-level magic weapon. Just give me some seventh-level ones. However, I must have the greatest potential. I still want to slowly cultivate it to the eighth-level."

Hearing Fang Lie's words, Mo Wanfang rolled his eyes and couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "You guys have the face to cry poor? There is nothing richer than you in the Mo Sect except my father."

"Brother" Maomao couldn't help but ask strangely: "Why don't you want an eighth-level? It's too difficult to advance to level seven magic weapons. It takes thousands or tens of thousands of years. How can you afford to wait?"

"That's right, are you a little tight on your hands recently?" Mo Lanyun immediately slapped her chest and said happily: "It doesn't matter, I'll buy it for you, I'll want the best one."

Fang Lie was moved when he heard this, but Mo Wanfang next to him had a sour face and couldn't help but say sourly: "Your father, I also lack the eighth-level magic weapon. Why didn't I see my daughter filial piety? Is it appropriate to take the dowry before I get married? "

"What did you say?" Mo Lanyun's face turned red and she couldn't help but say shyly: "Father, there are eight or nine eighth-level magic weapons on you, which are more than me. Why do you have the nerve to cry poor?"

This time, Fang Lie was shocked. He couldn't help but exclaim: "So many? How many eighth-level magic weapons are there in the Mo Sect?"

Mo Wanfang's face suddenly turned red and he couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Don't listen to her nonsense, how could there be so many?"

"Hmph" Mo Lanyun said dissatisfiedly: "Do you still want to hide your family's wealth from me?"

"Okay, okay," Mo Wanfang smiled bitterly and said, "Don't shake my old thoughts, okay? Many of the treasures on me are from the sect, and there are a few of them given by your grandfather. I only have the right to use them, but I don't have the right to transfer them. In fact, they are not mine at all."

Fang Lie then remembered Mo Wanfang's other identity. The next successor to the sect will naturally be strictly protected. Not to mention the eighth-level magic weapon, even if there is a ninth-level magic weapon, Fang Lie is not surprising at all. With the half-immortal father on his head, it is normal to have anything.

Mo Wanfang obviously did not want to discuss his magic weapon issue with the younger generation, so he quickly changed the topic: "For eighth-level detection magic weapon, we still have three more items here, namely."

"Stop" Fang Lie quickly reached out and stopped him, saying, "Seventh level, I want the seventh level."

Mo Wanfang was stunned immediately and couldn't help but say, "You kid is rich enough to compete with a country. You have a lot of contributions. You have great achievements and a lot of small achievements. You can't afford to buy an eighth-level magic weapon. Why do you have to be a seventh-level? Don't you know that these mere first-levels can be ⊥Their performance is dozens of times different?"

"Yes, why don't you buy the good ones?" Mo Lanyun also frowned.

"This" Fang Lie hesitated for a moment, and finally said the truth: "The eighth-level magic weapon is still too strong for me. With my strength, it is impossible for them to sincerely recognize their masters. I can only ask experts to suppress it. But you all know that such recognition of the master is not complete, and most of the power of the magic weapon will be missing. This is obviously not what I want. So I plan to get a seventh-level magic weapon and then cultivate it to the eighth level by myself, so that I can retain its full power."

"But you also know that it is extremely difficult to advance to the magic weapon, especially the seventh level to the eighth level. It is possible that you have ascended and it has not advanced. Aren't you messing around?" After Mo Wanfang said that, he suddenly felt something was wrong and immediately said in surprise: "Wait, you kid are not stupid, you can't see the obstacles in it, but if you still insist on this, that only one thing can be said: You are sure to let them advance in a short period of time, right?"

"I have to say that you father and son are so smart." Fang Lie sincerely admired: "I just mentioned it and you guessed it all. Indeed, I have a way to quickly advance to the eighth level of magic weapon."

"Ah" Whether it is Mo Wanfang or Mo Lanyun, even Maomao was shocked. Then the three of them asked in unison: "What's the solution?"

"Rely on it" Fang Lie said, then took out the Netherworld Battleship and held it in his palm.

The three of them looked carefully and frowned.

"From the breath, this is the Netherworld Ghost Fire, but why is it silver?" Mo Wanfang asked strangely.

"Because it has mutated," Fang Lie smiled and said, "This is actually the eighth-level large warship I commissioned to refine in Xuanmen. Because it incorporated two eighth-level magic weapons with the same Nether Ghost Fire attribute, it caused its level to continue to increase, and finally created such a silver guy."

"And this silver guy has an extremely special ability, which is to use the spirituality of the magic weapon as fuel, and then burn it to form a flame. Using this special flame to refine magic weapons, the magic weapon can absorb the spirituality in it and thus improve his level." Fang Lie smiled and said: "The Xuanmen once burned an eighth-level magic weapon, and finally promoted the seventh-level magic weapon of the three Taoist sects to the eighth-level."

"What?" Mo Wanfang couldn't help but exclaimed: "There is such a thing that is against the will of heaven? Impossible? If this is the case, Xuanmen will never be willing to hand it over to you easily."

"At the beginning, they planned to exchange it with me with the black steel mountain seal of the ninth-level magic weapon, but I refused." Fang Lie said with a smile: "Since they dare to pay such capital, I believe this will definitely not be fake."

"Damn it," Mo Wanfang called out, then hurriedly shot out a flying sword and sent a letter, and then said: "This matter is of great importance. I can no longer make the decision. Let's talk about it when my father comes."

Such a wonderful treasure is even worth more than some ninth-level magic weapons. Even with a status like Mo Wanfang, he dare not act rashly. He must have Mo Qianxun deal with it.

"Your kid's luck is so good." Mo Wanfang then smiled bitterly and said, "It's an immortal body and a super mutant magic weapon. Why can't I encounter such an adventure in my life? Even once can do it?"

"Hmph" Fang Lie snorted coldly, and then joked: "It's actually very simple for my father-in-law to want a similar adventure. As long as you find someone to wrongly accuse you of murder and rape, you will ruin you, and you will fight to the death and survive the three unsatisfactory punishment. Then you can break into the reincarnation fire. Once it passes, you will have an immortal body."

Mo Wanfang glared at Fang Lie and cursed: "Do you think I'm stupid? Is that an adventure? Is that seeking death? I really don't know how you came here in the first place.

"Have a sigh of relief in my heart, grit my teeth and come over," Fang Lie said with emotion.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, and it was Mo Qianxun, who was in the fairy style.

As soon as he came, he shouted, "Don't always talk about your original affairs, it's not glorious."

Fang Lie glanced at him and didn't say anything, but he mocked him disdainfully, "It's glorious to me, but it's a big stain for you, the slander of the sect," he said.

After Mo Qianxun said Fang Lie, he did not care about him anymore. Instead, he turned his face and asked Mo Wanfang, "What's the matter? I was so anxious that I asked me to arrive soon. I thought you were attacked?"

Mo Wanfang said with a serious face: "It's even more serious than my attack."

"Hmm?" Mo Qianxun was stunned.

Mo Wanfang immediately said Fang Lie again.

When Mo Qianxun heard this, his face was full of incredible expressions and couldn't help but say, "Why are you kidding me? How could such a terrifying thing appear?

After saying that, Mo Qianxun directly grabbed the Netherworld Battleship, then sat cross-legged and began to carefully detect with his spiritual sense.

About a quarter of an hour later, Mo Qianxun opened his eyes and said with surprise: "My uncle, it's real."
Chapter completed!