Before the sword was pulled out, I didn't expect that there would be such a big reaction. This sword was absolutely extraordinary.

Su Ruobai took a deep breath, then pulled it hard. As soon as a little bit of the sword body was exposed, a dazzling sword light burst out. He calmed down and continued to exert force. With a "scarlet" sound, all the swords were unsheathed.

Seeing this, Situ Jian immediately showed a look of surprise on his face, as if he was surprised that Su Ruobai could draw out the sword.

The dazzling sword light shone the entire camp into daylight. After a few breaths, the sword light hid into the sword body, and the entire camp was once again shrouded in the night.

Su Ruobai stared at the sword and looked carefully, then smiled slightly and said, "It's true that it's a good sword, but unfortunately the sword body is about to be broken. The sword spirit inside is probably going to die together."

Following his eyes, he was wearing a black sword about four feet long. It was simple in style and slightly wider it was close to the hilt of the sword. The closer it was to the sword, the narrower it became. Although it was a black sword, there was a white sword light flashing on it, which was very magical. However, the sword body was covered with thin cracks, and there was a small gap in the sword edge on one side. It seemed that it was caused by a collision with a magic weapon.

I weighed it with my hand and found that the sword didn't have much weight, so it should be made of extremely rare meteorite or rare ore.

There is no formation diagram that increases power on the sword. It can be seen that the person who created this sword should not be a common weapon refiner, and most of them are sword-casting masters in the mortal world.

After hearing what Su Ruobai said, Situ Jian immediately asked, "Is there a way to repair it?"

Su Ruobai shook his head and smiled, "If you can't practice it, the sword body is overwhelmed. If you use a little external force, you will directly break it. Repairing it will be useless."

When Situ Jian heard this, he sighed and said, "I have also asked other weapon refiners, and they all said that they cannot be repaired. But this sword is the sword of the throne passed down from the ancestors. If it cannot be repaired, I am really ashamed of the ancestors. Fellow Daoist Su, I have been disturbed."

Su Ruobai did not return the sword directly to him, but smiled slightly and said, "It's not OK to repair it, but it can be reshaped."

“Reshape? How to reshape?”

Su Ruobai thought for a while and said, "This sword has a sword spirit. If you want to reshape it, it will take some trouble. But for me, the world's number one weapon refiner, it's nothing. It's a pity that there is no earth-center fire here, so I can't melt this sword. If you can trust me, after this battle, you will bring the sword to my Qingshui Gate. In less than a day, I will be able to reshape this sword for you."

Speaking of this, he returned the long sword to the sheath and returned it to Situ Jian.

Situ Jian took the long sword, thought for a while, and then asked: "Fellow Daoist Su really has a way to reshape this sword? Can he reshape without changing the shape of the sword?"

Su Ruobai smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I can do anything I promised."

"Okay, after this battle, I will go to Qingshuimen to visit you in person. Then I will have a help from fellow Taoists."

Su Ruobai laughed and said, "It's not a helping hand. I often create magic weapons for people. As long as the price is right, nothing is a problem."

Situ Jian was not stupid, and immediately smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Su, don't worry, if you help me reshape this sword, I will never treat you badly. I think one hundred top-quality spirit stones should be enough, right?"

When Su Ruobai saw that this guy was very good, he immediately responded: "It's enough, so let's just say that. Oh, by the way, in the battle tomorrow, I advise you not to use this sword. If the sword is broken, it will damage the sword spirit inside in vain."

"Thank you for your advice, I'll write it down. Let's go first!"

After saying that, Situ Jian turned around and left.

Seeing him walking away, Su Ruobai looked down at the hand that he had held the sword, and his palms were already red.

"What a powerful sword, the sword spirit inside is probably even more powerful."

"Hmph! It's just an ordinary one. It's just a fifth-level soul-devouring beast. What's so amazing about it?"

After hearing what Zi Su said, Su Ruobai immediately asked, "What did you say? That sword spirit is a fifth-level soul-devouring beast?"

Zi Su said impatiently: "Do you have bad ears? Is there any fake? Didn't you notice the demonic aura in the sword body?"

To be honest, Su Ruobai really didn't notice it. He just felt that the sword was a little strange. He didn't expect that it was the soul of a fifth-level monster hiding.

But after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong, so he asked again: "Then why is the sword light white?"

"It's very simple. The more spirits it swallows, the more it will naturally improve. If it absorbs enough spirits, it might one day be promoted to a spirit beast."

When Su Ruobai heard this, he smiled and said, "What about you? Can you also be promoted to a spirit beast?"

"Of course I can, I...get out, don't mess with me, I'm not that familiar with you."

Su Ruobai smiled and put away the stall. Then he took Zi Su to meet everyone in Qingshuimen.

Logically speaking, reunion is always a happy thing. But in the daytime battle, Qishuimen suffered heavy losses and so many disciples died, how could people be happy?

In the big tent, everyone sighed and felt sad.

Seeing that everyone was not in a high mood, Bai Yu smiled reluctantly and said, "Let's just be more open-minded. No matter what, we have hope. When the junior brother and the little girl came, they dared not look down on our Qingshui Gate anymore."

The elder echoed, "Yes, people cannot be resurrected by death, we have to look forward. As long as there are no new casualties, we will be worthy of those dead disciples. By the way, I heard from the senior brother of the sect that you will take the lead tomorrow. Why are you so impulsive? Do you do this, right according to those wishes?"

When Su Ruobai heard this, he said angrily: "You are just talking nonsense. I don't take the lead. Can we be safe from the Qingshuimen? If we don't end this battle between the righteous and the demons earlier, how many people may die. Besides, we have to fight anyway, why not fight vigorously? Aren't they not seeing our Qingshuimen? We just take this opportunity to let them know who is the first in China! In addition..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment and continued, "In addition, I will have to leave after a while. If I don't help you make a name for myself, they will bully you again in the future, who will support you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qishui Liuzhen was stunned on the spot.

"Young junior brother, are you leaving? Where are you going? But the senior brothers and sisters are not good to you? Are you angry with us?"

Su Ruobai shook his head and said, "It's not because of you, it's because... Oh, how do you say it? Anyway, it has something to do with you. You have been unable to break through to the Nascent Soul stage for a long time. In fact, it's not that you are not hard enough, but that your qualifications are too poor. I'll just go to find a few spiritual herbs for you to find. If you can refine a spiritual pill that can improve your qualifications, you can all break through to the Nascent Soul stage. By then, our Qingshui Gate will be the first gate in China. And I can be said to that guy."

"That guy? Who?"

"One...one bad old man who entrusts you to me."

When he thought of the bad old man, Su Ruobai showed a helpless smile on his face and said to himself: "Bad old man, I was still plotted against you after all. Well, let Qingshuimen gradually become the first gate in Zhongshu from tomorrow!"
Chapter completed!