Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"You and I both know that the weapons of the Beihu people are made of a kind of black iron material unique to their Beihu, so the weapons cut each other, and the damage and wounds caused are all the same as my Xuanyuan, or even the The weapons of the Central Plains countries are different."

While speaking, Xiang Xing suddenly stretched out his slender fingers and pointed to the traces on the saber, "And these are not caused by Beihu's weapon."

"...What does this mean?"

Xiang Junxian was a little puzzled, frowning slightly, "This sword has been fighting with my father for many years, and the opponents I have met are naturally not only the Beihu army."

However, Xiang Xing smiled.

"Then may I ask, have you ever used this sword to fight against my Xuanyuan Army?"

As she said that, she suddenly took out a small prismatic hidden weapon from her waist. She couldn't help but directly transported her internal force into it, and swiped at the blade.

After a burst of lightning and flint, Xiang Junxian's sword had another trace of the same wound.

Xiang Junxian was stunned for a while, but he bent down subconsciously and took a closer look at the blade.

His eyes widened in disbelief for a few moments.

That's right, the new mark drawn by his daughter is almost identical to some of the lines on the blade.

And both have the same feature - double edge marks.

The so-called double-edged is a relatively special weapon structure. As the name suggests, it is a blade that looks sharp and smooth on the outside. In fact, a very clever casting method is used to fuse two extremely refined black iron into one. .

The invisible double-edged weapon created in this way has a deeper lethality and a very strong tearing effect, which can take the opponent's life more quickly and efficiently.

And this kind of double-edged weapon, only one person in the world can make it.

That was Qin Fei, a disciple of the imperial capital Ouyang Taiwei's mansion, the number one swordsmith in the world.

Thinking of this, Xiang Junxian's face suddenly turned cold, his hands clenched tightly.

In the lowered voice, there was faint anger: "So those Beihu people...was it that Ouyang Wang sent someone to pretend to be!? He dared to cooperate with the enemy!!"

As he said that, he was stunned for a moment, and the bottom of his eyes was puzzled again, "No, if everything is what he did, why is it like what you said, Xing'er, at the last moment when he is about to succeed? Xi exchange, resolve that conspiracy?"

This is not very contradictory.

"I don't know. Grandpa didn't tell me."

Xiang Xing put down his sword, and his eyes fell on Xiang Junxian again.

Pink lips curled slightly, "Grandpa only said that they would push you to a desperate situation back then because you had a piece of hard evidence hidden in you that could solve all the mysteries and make Captain Ouyang never turn over."

After all, she didn't wait for Xiang Junxian to react, she quickly shot and flicked towards his waist.

But in an instant, a red sandalwood waist plaque with the word "item" engraved on it appeared in her palm.

Then, Xiang Junxian saw that the family waist card, which he had treasured for more than ten years, was actually held by his daughter's hands, and with a little effort... it was broken into two pieces! !

"...Xing'er what are you doing!!"

He roared in a hurry, and rushed forward suddenly, reaching out to grab it with a heartache.

Nai He Xiang Xing had already practiced Qinggong, so he easily retreated and avoided it.

The next action made Xiang Junxian pause in astonishment.

I saw that she actually took out a small khaki oil-paper bag from the broken waist card.