Peerless Martial Soul

"It's almost impossible for the warriors below the sixth floor of the Divine Sect Realm to touch the spirit weapons, and they use ordinary weapons."

"The first-class material refers to a very precious material, far more than ordinary metal. In ordinary ordinary objects, you can add one-thousandth of the first-class material the size of a hair. It has become an extremely sharp weapon."

"Even the first-level materials in the lower-grade spirit artifacts only account for one percent to one thousandth."

Chen Feng looked at him and said, "What do you mean?"

"That's right." Su Zhaodong said: "Han Cong's long sword is a low-grade spiritual tool, which contains less than one percent of mica gold, but it has exceeded the scope of ordinary weapons!"

Chen Feng took a deep breath. He didn't expect that the origin of Han Cong's sword was so particular, which he didn't know before.

Chen Feng asked, "What is the difference between a spirit weapon and a common weapon?"

Su Zhaodong explained: "Spiritual weapons, as the name suggests, mean that this weapon has a soul. Of course, not every spiritual weapon produces a spiritual weapon. In fact, ninety-nine percent of auras do not generate a spiritual weapon. "

"Spirit implements have one or two very special abilities, and lower-grade spirit implements generally only have one special ability."

"For example, a metallic material such as mica gold is extremely strong, blowing hair and breaking hair, so inferior artifacts mixed with mica gold are often strong and sharp to the extreme, and they can be indestructible when facing ordinary artifacts."

Chen Feng nodded, somehow understood.

Su Zhaodong continued: "After knowing that this weapon was mixed with a trace of mica gold, it was a low-grade spiritual weapon, I became suspicious of Han Cong. With the strength and status of Han Cong, it is absolutely impossible to have such a weapon. It's a spiritual weapon."

"So I started investigating his life and past. After I checked it out, I became more confused."

"I can't find out everything about him at all. It seems that before he was twenty years old, the period before he came to Qian Yuanzong was completely blank! I concluded from this that his origin is absolutely extraordinary! , It’s definitely not just for apprenticeship and art!"

So I secretly sent someone to stare very hard, but didn't dare to move, for fear of stunning the snake.

"And I don't dare to do it directly. Han Cong rarely goes out of the sect. If I do it directly, there is no reason, and this kind of thing will not be allowed in the sect."

"Until the last time, Han Cong finally left where he lived. That night, I sent someone to sneak in and rummaged in his room and finally found something."

"After I saw something like this, I finally made up my mind that I must arrest Han Cong and torture me to get the secret."

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is it?"

Su Zhaodong didn't speak, he took out such a thing from the mustard bag and handed it to Chen Feng tremblingly.

After Chen Feng took it over, he found that it was a neatly folded piece of paper. He opened the paper and found that the paper was about three feet long and three feet wide, but it was quite large.

But after a glance, I found that there were some distorted lines, mountains, rivers and other things.

Chen Feng took a look, frowned immediately, and asked, "This is like a map."

Su Zhaodong nodded and said, "That's right, it's a map, please take a closer look."

Chen Feng took a closer look and found that this map was quite strange, as it was separated from it.

On the left is a relatively macro map, which seems to describe a very large area.

As for the maps in this large area, the cities, mountains and rivers marked on it, Chen Feng even felt very familiar after reading it.

Seeing the thoughtful look on his face, Su Zhaodong said: "You must feel very familiar, right? Yes, I tell you, the half map on the left is the map around Qian Yuanzong."

"The mountains, rivers, cities, etc. marked above are all near Qian Yuanzong."

On the half of the map on the right, Chen Feng looked at the terrain as if it was in the mountains, but he couldn't tell where it was.

This is normal. Some distorted lines may represent a range of tens of miles or even hundreds of miles in a radius. If you haven't been there, how can you tell them?

Su Zhaodong continued: "After I got this map, I concluded that the birth of Han Cong must be very, very unusual."

"And when he came near Qianyuanzong, he must have a very strong purpose. Maybe he came for this map, maybe he wanted to find the things marked on the map!"

"The old man has been alive for several decades, this is still clear. I found more doubts. Every time the sect elders were organized to go to the Aomori Mountains to hunt for beasts, or to visit some ancient ruins, Han Cong seems to be very active, always asking for it."

"In this way, he should be judging that the location marked in the half of the map on the right is in the depths of the Aomori Mountains."

When Chen Feng heard these words, a storm surged in his heart.

Han Cong had never said these words to him, or even said to Han Yuer.

He was a little unacceptable, Han Cong turned out to be so deliberate, but his reason told him that what Su Zhaodong said was indeed true.