Chapter 887

A beam of light rose from under Little Wei Yuan's hammer, shooting straight into the sky. In the beam of light, a shadow tiger roared at the sky. Although silent, its power was fully displayed. Although the Power Shamans present were all experienced in battle, rolling in life and death every day, at this moment, most of them felt fear in their hearts.

Although this shadow tiger is not a divine holy beast, it is already very close. This knife gives birth to such spirituality, and it is enough to be used until the late stage of Master Yu Jing. The weapons of the two Desolate Shamans in Fengmang Fortress are nothing more than this.

Crazy Bull picked up the knife with trembling hands, feeling the shadow tiger wandering and walking in the knife body, and naturally produced a trace of connection with himself, able to faintly perceive the shadow tiger's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.

Originally, the knife giving birth to spirituality had already made Crazy Bull ecstatic, and at this moment, producing a trace of connection with the spirituality made him even more happy, as if he were about to explode. From now on, he can use this to clear many barriers to Master Yu Jing, and the hope of breaking through to Desolate Shaman has greatly increased.

Crazy Bull didn't know what to say, suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, and said loudly: "You saved my knife and have the grace of Dao-forming for me, old cow I..."

Except for a knife, Crazy Bull really had nothing, and he wasn't very good at words; the most he could say were dirty words cursing demons. At this moment of urgency, he could only kowtow repeatedly, smashing a crack in the ground.

A strand of advancement Qi luck fell into Little Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness, and Little Wei Yuan nodded secretly; this time it was not considered a loss. Having a beginning proves that this path is feasible, and there will be a steady stream of Qi luck in the future.

Seeing that Crazy Bull was still kowtowing desperately, several Power Shamans went up to pull him, but were all thrown away. Little Wei Yuan walked over, reached out to support him, and Crazy Bull couldn't kowtow anymore.

Crazy Bull used his strength several times, but couldn't touch the ground no matter what, so he looked up and looked at Little Wei Yuan in horror.

Little Wei Yuan said slowly: "This knife has fought with you for many years, beheading enemies and saving colleagues, and the merits accumulated are all fought by yourself. Today I just completely stimulated the spirituality hidden within it, but just acted as a guide; the true source of spirituality is still yourself."

This way of speaking, Crazy Bull had never heard of.

According to the habits of the Desolate language, at this time Little Wei Yuan should laugh wildly at the sky, first blowing himself up, then fiercely belittling Crazy Bull, and finally despising all the Power Shamans in the fortress, and the Desolate Shamans couldn't be let go either, except for Master Master Ronglong.

But at this moment, Little Wei Yuan actually said he wasn't very powerful?

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Crazy Bull's mind. If this Little Wei Yuan wasn't very powerful, how did he know there was spirituality hidden in his knife, and how could he stimulate the spirituality? The previous weapon refiner was a liar, not to mention. The previous weapon refiner was a true master, how come he didn't see it?

There are still several Desolate Shamans in the fortress, including Lord Master Master Ronglong, none of whom saw the spirituality in the knife. Only Little Wei Yuan not only saw it but also stimulated a spirituality like a shadow tiger that is almost a holy beast!

Crazy Bull felt that he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand. In short, the groundhog in front of him instantly became extremely tall in his eyes, simply a towering groundhog mountain!

This time, Crazy Bull broke free from Little Wei Yuan's hands and kowtowed seriously and respectfully.

A strand of Qi luck with a pure red inner core and pure positive yellow outer wall fell into Little Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness. This is the ultimate in Dharma Form Power Shaman Qi luck, purer than Lie Lie San Yi and Zhen Gang's. Little Wei Yuan estimated that if he wanted Crazy Bull to commit suicide now, he would probably execute it without hesitation.

Looking at this strand of Qi luck, Little Wei Yuan sighed secretly in his heart, feeling somewhat guilty. There was no need for Crazy Bull to shed so much blood; he could have succeeded without shedding blood. It's just that without letting him pay a huge price, Crazy Bull's obsession wouldn't be so deep and strong, and it would be difficult to trigger the Qi luck and karma hidden in the knife, and Little Wei Yuan would have to use several times the green Qi and sacrificial power to stimulate it.

Crazy Bull's obsession with this knife was incomparably deep, and shedding blood almost killed himself, but the effect was also unexpectedly good. Even the onlookers, the Power Shamans, contributed a few strands of Qi luck to Little Wei Yuan.

Crazy Bull was holding the knife at this time and refused to let go, but facing Little Wei Yuan, he showed embarrassment.

This knife weighed over a thousand catties and was entirely made of Flame God Iron, worth a fortune. Crazy Bull had nothing and couldn't reward him at all. And this life of his wasn't his own, but Fengmang Fortress's. So how could he repay such a treasure?

This question instantly made Crazy Bull's temperature rise in a straight line.

Little Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said: "Don't overthink it, since I came to Fengmang, this is my duty."

As soon as the words were spoken, Little Wei Yuan realized that he had used the human way of speaking again without knowing it. According to the rules of the Desolate language, since the other party had already bowed his head, Little Wei Yuan should fiercely boast about himself, blowing himself up as high as possible, so that the opponent's bowing his head would appear more valuable. Not boasting about himself at this time is not giving the opponent face.

However, Little Wei Yuan felt somewhat ashamed, thinking about it, and couldn't boast at all.

The crowd of Power Shamans didn't expect Little Wei Yuan to answer like this, and for a while, they were all silent.

Little Wei Yuan felt a bit uneasy in his heart, wondering if his identity had been exposed? Logically speaking, his body now had a palm-thick flesh and bone of the Shaman tribe, and the human core had shrunk into a ball, hidden deep in the body like a fetus. If this could be discovered, Little Wei Yuan could only admit it.