I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 115 Supreme Sword Soul
Fang Qingran frowned slightly as he looked at the young man in the fluttering green shirt in front of the building.

"The eighth seat of Tianshu Ten Heroes?"

Counting this one, he has seen Tianshu Shiying, and there are three of them.

I just don't know how much the strength gap is between these few.

"My elder brother, Ji Huaixing, is a genius who forged the foundation of the sword bone with the unparalleled sword soul." Ji Huai'an lowered his voice and said, "The star meteor sword bone he forged based on the Xingyun sword soul is the best among all Wushuang sword bones born so far. In Sword Soul, it can also be ranked in the forefront."

"In Wushuang Sword Soul, is there a level difference?"

Fang Qingran looked at Xiang Ji Huaixing's movements, glanced at the boy beside him from the corner of his eye, and replied.

The opponent inserted a long sword shaped like a giant key into the ground, creating a wave of air out of thin air, bending the turf, and blowing the clothes of everyone.

"Not really." Ji Huai'an shook his head, "However, most of us basically step on the shoulders of our predecessors in the development of Wushuang Sword Soul, so sometimes, through the achievements of some predecessors, roughly Judge the potential of the sword soul."

Speaking of this, he found that his brother seemed to be aiming at him, and he couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

It is true that he is a bit cold on weekdays, but when it comes to critical moments, he really cares about his good brother!

The space vortex formed in the open space gradually stabilized, Ji Huaixing's eyes moved slightly, and he said faintly:

"Everyone, take out the tokens issued to you, and you can go in."

After a little hesitation, he added another sentence:

"After stepping into the vortex, no matter what happens, you must always hold the tokens in your hands tightly.

Bear with it, it might hurt a little, but it will pass quickly. "

Or it is basically the first time for everyone, because of nervousness, after a few seconds, no one stepped into the vortex first.

But not long after, accompanied by a free and easy long laugh, the old gentleman An Daoran, who had been silent since the beginning, stood up without any hesitation, and walked straight through the crowd, walking towards the space vortex:
"Haha, the old man will take a step first."

The moment he was about to enter, his eyes fell back, and his eyes lingered on the bodies of many sword cultivators present for a while. They had disappeared, leaving only a sigh:
"I hope this time, I can see his birth."

Following the large army into the space vortex, Fang Qingran's breath was suddenly suffocated, and his head felt like a patty in a hamburger, sandwiched together by two large pieces of bread.

This sudden terrifying experience didn't last long. When he came back to his senses again, he was already standing on the edge of a land full of mountains and plains filled with all kinds of swords.

Looking far away, the closer to the horizon, the greater the distance between a sword and weapon, and you can easily feel the status gap of these sword souls.

"The sword souls bred in this area are basically of ordinary rank, and occasionally there will be inferior rank."

The old voice came to his ears, Fang Qingran looked for the sound slightly differently, and found that it was the old Mr. An Daoran who took the initiative to walk towards him.

At the same time, he also noticed that some fellow travelers had begun to approach the swords actively, and a faint white sword shadow floated from some of the swords.

"Speed ​​up the soul of the sword, and after casting the foundation of the sword bone, when holding the sword, it can slightly enhance one's agility and dexterity."

Signaling to a ray of sword soul not far away, An Daoran introduced it in a flat tone.

As expected of an old-timer who participated in eighteen chapters, he knows so much!

Just as Fang Qingran was thinking, he saw the other party throwing a booklet and caught it.

The pages of the book are a little yellowed, it can be seen that this booklet is quite old.

He looked at the other party incomprehensibly, and the old man just motioned him to open the booklet and read a little bit.

""Sword Soul Records"..."

Turning to the first page, Fang Qingran's eyes were slightly startled.

As stated in the title written on the cover, this entire book records all kinds of sword souls, and roughly describes the effects of the foundations created by the sword souls.

Not only that, each soul sword also comes with a corresponding sketch portrait, which is lifelike.

The handwriting on the booklet is vigorous and powerful. Obviously, every word on it was written by the old man in front of him, stroke by stroke.

In the catalog, the grades of Fanpin, Low-grade, Middle-grade, Top-grade, and Wushuang are divided into categories.

Fang Qingran's gaze subconsciously landed on the area of ​​[Wu Shuang Sword Soul].

Not only the [Starfall Sword Soul] previously held by Brother Ji Huai'an, but also no less than thirty unparalleled sword souls including [Five Elements Sword Soul], [Blood Fiend Sword Soul], and [Pure Yang Sword Soul].

"Old man, I have traveled all over the country over the years, and the types of sword souls I have collected are quite complete."

In the words, An Daoran showed a bit of pride.

"Isn't the record on it a sword soul conceived in a sword mound?"

Fang Qingran read the implication in the other party's words.

At the same time, when he turned to the last page, he noticed that the quality mark on this page reads [Supreme Sword Soul], the name of Sword Soul, description of Sword Soul, sketch of Sword Soul, etc., are all blank.

Above Wushuang Sword Soul, is there a higher quality of Sword Soul?

He handed the booklet back to the other party, and thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Of course, in every extraordinary city, there is the existence of the Sword Tomb Trial. I have participated in it a few times when I was young, just to join in the fun."

An Daoran smiled kindly, raised his finger, and pointed to Fang Qingran's side:
"This sword soul seems to like you a lot."

Hearing this, Fang Qingran lowered his head, and found a wisp of light gray sword spirit, circling around his waist, as if trying to attract his attention.

"Fanpin's sharp sword soul?"

His expression moved slightly, and at almost the same moment, an explanation about the sword soul popped up.

After casting the sword bone, it can make the blade sharper.

The increase looks good, but this sharpness is better than negligible, not even the icing on the cake.

Its superior at the same level is the sharp gold sword soul among the low-grade sword souls, which can add metallic damage to it.

However, the sharp gold sword soul is not only effective in battle, learning metal-based skills and martial arts can also produce twice the result with half the effort.

It can be said to be a comprehensive rolling upgrade.

"You fell in love with me, but I can't give you a home, alas..."

Sighing helplessly, Fang Qingran didn't intend to respond to this sword soul's show of love.

He is a good man with good integrity.

Knowing that there is no way to give this mortal sword soul a home, he will not hang the other party!
His goal is the Peerless Sword Soul at the end of the horizon!

As for the blank Supreme Sword Soul in the booklet, even Ji Huai'an has never heard of it.

Lest the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Just as he was about to step across this plain full of mortal sword souls, An Daoran twisted his beard and smiled, and the old man's words abruptly stopped Fang Qingran's pace.

(End of this chapter)