Secret Agent Beast Mother: Phoenix Nine Heavens

The corners of Yin Yuxuan's mouth raised slightly, but this smile was only superficial. There was no smile in the depths of his eyes. He said: "Haha

"Is Your Excellency Chitian here for the Sword Master this time?" Yin Yuxuan did not intend to compete with Dongling Lanxue and show off his lip service.

Bo Cixin put down the tea cup, smiled slightly, a faint light appeared in his eyes, and said: "Yes, Master Yin, please take a look at the sword of the Master Sword first to see if it can still be repaired?"

Yin Yuxuan nodded slightly, then took Chi Jinxiao's sword and took it out of the scabbard. His purple eyes gradually shrank.

In fact, he didn't need to look at the sword to know how damaged it was.[

However, he still looked at the sword carefully again. After reading it, he couldn't help but frown.

"Master Yin Zhuang, this sword of Sword Master

"This sword can no longer be repaired. There are too many gaps. Even if it is repaired, it will be a useless sword. It has no use at all. At most, it is just for viewing." Yin Yuxuan gently put the sword down.

He put his sword back into its scabbard and sighed quietly, and said.

He was telling the truth. This sword had accompanied the Sword Master in so many battles, and there were indeed many gaps in the sword. Otherwise, the Sword Master's sword would not have cracked like this this time.

"The only way is to completely destroy this sword and forge it again." Yin Yuxuan lowered his eyes lightly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Bo Cixin pursed her lips slightly and continued to ask: "Then if we forge a new sword, will it still be exactly the same as this sword?"

Yin Yuxuan stroked the tea cup with his fingers, and said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Even if it looks like there is not much difference, there will still be a difference. Even if it looks exactly the same, I'm afraid the Sword Master will not be able to hold it in his hand.

It will feel different.”

At most, this sword can become exactly the same, but if this sword is reforged, the feeling in the hand will definitely be different.

Bo Cixin held his chin lightly with his palm. The sword had been broken so many times that the sword master was reluctant to replace it with a new one. This sword must have a special meaning to the sword master or be very important to him, otherwise he would value it so much.

How can a person who takes his opponent seriously in battle allow himself to hold a sword like this? It only shows that this sword is extraordinary.

"Master Yin, if you don't re-forge it, just repair it, can it still be restored?" Bo Ci's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and he asked calmly.

Yin Yuxuan nodded gently, his purple eyes were surprisingly quiet, and he said: "It's okay, it's okay, but this sword can no longer be used for fighting."

"That's fine. The sword belongs to the Sword Lord, and I think he would make the same choice." Bo Cixin's fingers suddenly tapped on the table, as if he had made some kind of decision.

She raised her chin slightly, carrying a domineering aura, and there was no room for negotiation in her words.

"It seems that Your Excellency Chitian really knows the Sword Master very well. I think he will indeed choose this way." Yin Yuxuan said softly, and the pleasant sound was like a breeze caressing the water.

Bo Cixin's deep black eyes were cold, and his words were as calm as water, and he said: "Then I'll trouble Master Yin, but how long will it take to repair this sword?"