The two hammers struck the Hanfeng Sword again and again, and the casting air fused on the surface gradually penetrated and merged with the sword body.

A little.

Fan Yezi took back the spirit of casting.

The cold light sword has been reshaped, and the sword body is shrouded in light, as if it has a brand new look!

"Awesome, awesome!" Jun Changxiao said with a thumbs up.

"Why."

Fan Yezi sighed and said: "My understanding of the art of casting has reached its upper limit. I can still improve it to a higher level in my lifetime. Not to mention injecting souls into weapons, even injecting weapon spirits will be no problem."

Jun Changxiao widened his eyes and said, "Can the weapon spirit be injected into it?"

"Um!"

Fan Yezi said: "This is the level at which the art of casting has reached the realm of transformation. It has been recorded in ancient books. Unfortunately, no one has touched it in the Starfall Continent. Maybe it is just a rumor."

Jun Changxiao consoled him: "As long as this level exists in the world, Master Fan will be able to reach it one day with his strength."

"Hahaha!"

Fan Yezi laughed loudly and said, "Thank you for your good words from the sect master."

There was a bit of bitterness and helplessness in the laughter, because he knew that if there was such a casting level, he would never understand it with his own understanding in his whole life, because that level is no less than the broken void in martial arts, soaring to the upper world.
Chapter completed!