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

Chapter 116 Failure, and the dawn of success

"Who ever said that a person's body can only accommodate a wisp of sword soul?"

An Daoran spoke the most shocking words in the most indifferent tone.

Not only Fang Qingran, but even some people around were all attracted by this sentence.

But it didn't take long, and most of the people present quickly withdrew their gazes in despair.

Theoretically, it is true to say so, but the big guy has put all his energy into subduing a sword soul goblin and even breastfeeding, so he has no extra energy to play group P.

Humans have limits, and it's hard to do this kind of thing!

"As far as I know, the sword bones of our ancient sword master in Tianshu City are made of two different peerless sword souls."

An Daoran sighed:
"Even if he is also a sword master, I believe his strength may be stronger than other sword masters."

Looking at the old man, Fang Qingran realized that Mr. An's mood still didn't fluctuate much when he mentioned Senior Gu.

Not to mention worshiping like most sword cultivators, worshiping as a sword god in the world, even the meaning of respect doesn't seem to be particularly sufficient.

It's understandable for someone like him who became a monk halfway to learn swordsmanship, but this old man has devoted his whole life to the way of swordsmanship, which seems somewhat strange.

When it comes to one person being able to deal with several sword spirits at the same time, the old man seems to be excited, the more he talks, the more energetic he is, and his eyebrows are beaming:

"Over the years, I have focused on studying a lot of content about the Soul of the Sword.

In particular, knowing that even Wushuang Sword Soul, as long as it can attract them and withstand the level of sword soul fusion, can all be turned into the foundation of the sword bone, a guess was born in my heart:
You said, can someone do it, integrate all the sword soul into the body, and create the strongest foundation? "

Speaking of this, An Daoran's excited tone suddenly became low:
"the answer is negative.

First of all, it is impossible to contain all the sword souls in the world in one sword mound;

Secondly...

Every time there is a strand of sword soul in the body, the difficulty of merging the sword soul increases exponentially. Even if a person can have a body comparable to that of a demigod before the sword bone is cast, he cannot bear the sword soul that gathers all the sword souls in the world. The barrier of fusion. "

Ripping open his shirt, revealing a big torn scar on his chest, a flash of reminiscence flashed in the eyes of the old man:
"Look, this is the scar left after I failed when I challenged to contain the two stalks of Wushuang sword soul."

An Daoran's muscles are not atrophied, loose and weak like ordinary old people, Fang Qingran can tell that the other party's body is extremely strong, and his external skills have been cultivated to a high level.

"It is precisely because of the failure that I can better understand how incredible it is that the ancient sword master was able to do this."

As soon as the words came out, he saw some sincerity in the eyes of the old man.

However, this sincerity comes and goes quickly.

There was a pause in the voice, An Daoran put his hands behind his back, looked ahead, and the topic came back to him:
"I want to know, why is this old man willing to chat with you for so long?"

Fang Qingran smiled confidently as he glanced at the sword cultivators who were desperately showing themselves and seducing the sword souls:
"Probably I have the most swordsman demeanor!"

The pre-prepared speech was suffocated, and An Daoran was so emotionally incoherent. He pulled his white beard, but he didn't refute:

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." After affirming the clothes, he looked Fan Shaoen up and down and said, "However, this is only one aspect, not the point."

"Your body is amazing!"

He said something sincerely.

"?"

Someone Fang took a small step calmly.

"What I mean by this old man is that among the group of people who participated in the trial of the Sword Tomb, according to my observation, your physique should be the strongest."

An Daoran nodded slightly in satisfaction, and the other party clearly appreciated the physique of the golden body for the first time, without concealing it.

"If it is you, it is possible to complete another ultimate conjecture that I have researched over the years!
What, do you plan to take a challenge? "

The old man winked at the young man, and his words were full of excitement and encouragement.

"If it succeeds, I can guarantee that you will be able to obtain the strongest sword soul in history to forge the foundation of the sword bone!"

"It's so strong, old man, why don't you try it yourself and share it with me?"

Fang Qingran pouted.

Who wouldn't want to build the foundation of Xeon's sword bone?
But for no reason, he got a way to build the foundation of the strongest sword bone. How can there be such a good thing in the world!

"Who said I wasn't going to try it!"

An Daoran stepped into the area of ​​the sword mound on the spot, and his old voice spread all over the place:
"I have a method, and I am willing to share it with you!"

Rolling sound waves, echoing the sword mound, Ji Huaixing, who is the sword guardian of this sword mound trial, heard the old man's words, his expression gradually changed from indifferent at the beginning, and his brows were gradually frowned. On his serious face, dignified and incredible Admiration mixed.

This old man who has been extremely low-key in the previous trials of the Sword Tomb unexpectedly quietly studied, such a wild idea? !
The most important thing is that after careful consideration, he found that it is indeed feasible, but there is a possible success rate...

An Daoran unreservedly showed his own "charm" in the sword mound. In less than half a quarter of an hour, dozens of ordinary, low-grade, and middle-grade sword souls fell in love with him, surrounded by him, and you can pick them up .

He also never refused to come, he caressed many sword souls, showing a face of "I want them all".

But he did everything he had to do, but he just didn't let these sword spirits blend into his body.

Until nearly an hour later, on the horizon today, a five-color broken sword shone brightly.

The sword souls gathered in five colors of blue, red, white, yellow, and black flew across the sky, and the old man's eyes burst into brilliance, and he stretched out his hand to take it into his palm and integrate it into his body.

"It's [Five Elements Sword Soul] in Wushuang Sword Soul!
Is it the soul of the sword that Mr. An has been waiting for? "

The one who was paying attention all the time couldn't help but speak.

"It seems that this is indeed the case, but you can see that the old man seems to be far from over..."

Another person took over the conversation, and at this moment, all eyes of the audience were on the old man in the sword mound.

"Based on the five elements, and then taking a trace of true meaning contained in thousands of sword souls, I personally forged the most powerful sword soul!"

An Daoran's gray hair danced wildly, and the upper half of his clothes exploded, revealing a body of lean and strong muscles, pulling the rest of the many sword souls.

He didn't fully integrate these sword souls into his body, but only borrowed a small part of each strand of sword soul.

But even so, when he was borrowing the third ray of the true meaning of Wushuang Sword Soul, he couldn't help but vomited a big mouthful of blood, and the remaining scar on his chest also began to seep out traces of blood.

"The idea is very good, but how can there be such a simple thing!"

Ji Huaixing stared at An Daoran's increasingly haggard expression, and sighed helplessly in his heart.

If there is no miracle, this Mr. An will most likely declare failure.

His eyes turned, and when he was about to take care of other people, a scene in an inconspicuous corner caught his attention.

He witnessed with his own eyes a wisp of black and white flowing sword soul, thrown into the arms of the young man.

"Fang Qingran?

The sword soul he incorporated seems to be... Wushuang sword soul [Yin Yang sword soul]? "

Ji Huaixing muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)