"How did he see it?"

"It's impossible. I don't even know that Yan Liren appears and draws a sword. What's more, according to Yan Liren, it just stimulates a 'sword intent'. Can he sense the material of the sword body through the sword intent?"

"Are you wrong? It's amazing?"

The minds of the monks around him had been turned over by Yan Liren and crushed countless times. He had just taken a breath, but was crushed by Li Yao's extremely exaggerated statement. He was hit so hard that he was almost out of shape!

Yan Liren took back one of the feet he had just stepped out, turned his short and fat body, looked at Li Yao again, and said word by word: "How do you know?"

"You just 'killed' me once with the sword intent of this sword."

Li Yao touched his neck, "My throat can still recall the wind and frost above your sword light. If I can't tell what exactly 'killed' me, wouldn't it be ridiculous?"

"I just didn't expect that the Ziji Sword Sect has magical weapons made of various treasures, and even ancient secret swords passed down from the prehistoric era. The three ancient swords you just used to confront the "Fantian Seal" are all treasures that the world's cultivators are eager to see. But you don't care about these magical swords, but you prefer a short sword that is almost cast in ordinary iron!"

"This is my first sword."

Yan Liren pondered for a moment, as if he felt that Li Yao was a person worthy of explanation, and said slowly, "I got it when I was nine years old, and I never separated from it one day. Over the years, I don't know how many times I have rubbed it and how many times I have waved it. Not only am I familiar with the weight, shape and softness of each part, including the speed and power it can stimulate into the wind at a certain subtle angle, and even the different feels after it stabs the shield, armor, psychic shield, flesh and bones, everything has been figured out to the extreme!"

"As you said, it has truly become an extension of my body and is a part of my life!"

"Although those three secret swords of the prehistoric world have been sacrificed for decades, they are not specially created for me. They are also objects used by ancient gods and demons. They are too powerful and consume too much spiritual energy and divine consciousness, which is very difficult to control!"

"That's like, it's not that I'm driving three secret swords of the prehistoric world, but that they've devoured my energy and searched and attacked by themselves!"

"With such a sword, it is like a three-year-old child wielding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. No matter how destructive the power is, how can it be called the 'strongest sword'?"

Li Yao was moved!

Yan Liren's words have already vaguely broken the myth of ancient cultivators about the treasures of the prehistoric world and gradually developed towards the modern concept of cultivation!

That’s right, in the prehistoric era, no matter how good the Pangu tribe is, it is created specifically for the Pangu tribe. It is not the things of human beings. Blindly worshiping them and directly using them may be able to show off their momentary power, but it is definitely a dead end!

There is no superiority or inferiority in magic weapons. Only when you suit yourself is the strongest magic weapon!

It is a very simple truth, and everyone may understand it, but when a "powerful" ancient treasure is really in front of you, how many cultivators can resist the temptation and not become its slaves?

"You have actually practiced to this level..." Li Yao murmured.

"I just realized it recently."

Yan Liren smiled and said, "In recent decades, I have been like others, actually, like I have been shocked by the power of the three secret swords of the prehistoric world. I tried my best to conquer them, sacrifice them, and control them, and almost paid the price of my life for this!"

"In recent years, I have competed with Wang Xi every year, until the last time, when he saw me becoming obsessed with each other, impetuous and crazy every year, and couldn't help but speak out a few words to remind me, and I suddenly woke up from the abyss and realized it!"

"So the strongest sword is already by my side. Why should I go far and away? I don't need to use this sharp blade that belongs only to me, but I go to pick up the scrap copper and iron that others don't want?"

Scrapped copper and rotten iron...

Li Yao was deeply shocked.

The super weapons used by the Pangu tribe and giant gods in the prehistoric era are called "scrapped copper and rotten iron". I am afraid that only "sword tycoons" can have such a courage!

"My cultivation is actually a little worse than Qi Zhongdao."

Yan Liren continued, "But I have abandoned these scrap copper and iron from the prehistoric era and found my strongest sword. However, Qi Zhongdao held the so-called "Fantian Seal" and refused to let go. He was too greedy for the power of this ancient treasure. Instead, he was bound by it and could not exert his supreme realm!"

"Perhaps, in the absence of the 'Fantian Seal', there may be a stronger 'Iron Saint Qi Middle Dao'?"

"It's a pity that he was tired of Xu Ming, and he didn't want to, dare not, and could not make such an attempt!"

Li Yao was silent.

He didn't know if Yan Liren's words were justified.

However, the body of the "Fantian Seal" is a gravity generator, which is actually not a weapon. Its operation method and psychic supply mode are not suitable for individual soldiers to use, but this is true!

In order to use one's own strength to exaggerate the exaggerated power of the "Fan Tian Seal", Qi Zhongdao must have paid an unthinkable price.

Is this price worth it?

The conversation between the two made all cultivators fall into deep thought, especially Qi Zhongdao under the banner of Taixuan Dao. On his thin black charcoal face, he could even see that his breathing was very rare and rapid!

"I see."

Li Yao let out a long sigh and said with sincerity, "It's true that a good sword!"

Yan Liren did not deny it, and stroked the hilt of the sword very gently, "In my hand, it is indeed a good sword."

"It's a pity that this good sword has been 'severely injured'."

Li Yao changed his tone and suddenly said, "Although it is a peerless divine weapon that you have refined from childhood and have been sacrificed with your soul and integrated with you, it is ultimately made of low-level materials such as Ziying Copper and Hanshan Iron, and its foundation is not good."

"When you practice swords, your speed and strength have reached the extreme, which will cause great damage to the sword body. Over time, the inside of this sword is covered with extremely subtle dark patterns!"

"What's even more terrible is that the sword's tip was once severely damaged by four inches and two points below the tip of the sword, and there was a crack of rice grains on the left."

"Although it seems to be a small irrelevant collapse, there is actually a very serious crack that has penetrated the sword body. If you are not careful, you will start with this collapse and completely break the tip of the sword!"

"From my perception, you probably thought of a way to repair or even recast this sword, but it was not successful. You just applied a few reinforced spiritual patterns on the surface, barely maintaining it. I was not wrong!"

For a long time, Yan Liren's big white steamed bun-like face did not have too strong expressions, as if the whole world except "sword" was not worthy of his interest.

Until Li Yao said this, the peerless sword immortal finally showed a "dark" expression like an ordinary person!

Even the Yuanying Sword Cultivators and senior sword-casting masters of the Ziji Sword Sect in the distance stood up from their seats and looked at each other incredible ways!

"How do you know!"

Yan Liren actually stuttered!

Li Yao smiled and said lightly: "I also know the reason why you are unwilling to recast this sword."

"Because you have been with this sword for the rest of your life, you are aware of its outline, weight, center of gravity and feel. All your sword moves, mental techniques, mantras, and magical powers are cultivated around the current form and weight of this sword, and have reached the most perfect state!"

"Once this sword is recast and more precious treasures are used to make up for the gaps, repair the collapse, and strengthen the sword body, it is inevitable that there will be extremely subtle differences in the length, thickness, and weight of the sword."

"For a 'swordsman' like you, even if the sword after recasting is only half a hair longer than in the past, or the weight of a cow's hair slightly heavier, or even the center of gravity is shifted up or down half a minute, it is absolutely unbearable, because in that way, it will break the 'perfection' you have worked hard to practice for the rest of your life!"

"Oh, I was wrong."

"Your sword is not only ordinary in material, but also rough in casting. The weight on both sides of the sword ridge is actually unevenly distributed, and the left side must be slightly heavier!"

"This is not a perfect sword."

"But you spent your whole life getting used to this imperfection, adjusting your body into an equally imperfect form, negatively negatively and positively, and cooperate with this sword!"

"If you recast and correct this left and right imbalance, it will be counterproductive, and it will cause a slight 'flaw' to appear in the seamless relationship between it and you!"

"This is why you are unwilling to repair and recast even though you know that this sword has many internal injuries, right?"

The situation has completely reversed!

Just now, Yan Liren has been suppressing Li Yao and guiding the rhythm of the conversation between the two. No matter how Li Yao struggles, he is like a fish swimming under a cauldron!

However, now, when talking about the flaws of this sword, the two of them turned around. Li Yao fought back, which made Yan Liren completely fall into his control!

Of course, for the onlookers who were watching the cultivators who were not aware of the truth, the conversation between the two was like telling a story - they didn’t even pull out the sword, and just felt the “sword intent” with their necks, and they could feel so many things?

Who believes it!

Moreover, isn’t this Master Lingjiu a monk Wuman? Aren’t monk Wuman the best at cheating snakes and raising ghosts and playing with the poisonous fog? Where did he learn so many methods about flying swords?

Yan Liren did not deny it, took a step forward, and said excitedly: "Yes, so what!"

“Not what.”

Li Yao said calmly, "If I said, I can help you recast this sword and use the strongest and most sophisticated materials in the world to strengthen it, but it will keep its length, weight, outline, center of gravity and even the unique feel brought by the defects when it was initially cast, which is absolutely nothing different from before the recast. Fellow Daoist Yan, do you believe it?"
Chapter completed!