Ishei's certainty is too low.

Mo Qianxun nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes only showed a hint of disappointment, but there was not much surprise, obviously she already knew what kind of answer she would get.

In fact, Mo Qianxun had heard almost the same words before, of course, from the mouth of Mo Tianxing, the head of the Star and Moon Guild of Tianyun City.

Mo Tianxing is Mo Qianxun's grandfather, and Yan Heng and Mo Tianxing are close friends.

Previously, when Mo Qianxun showed the Flying Snow Sword to Mo Tianxing, Mo Tianxing shook his head and sighed, saying that he had never seen the divine pattern on the Flying Snow Sword, and the certainty of being able to repair the Flying Snow Sword was extremely low.

Mo Qianxun came to Yan Heng with the intention of giving it a try, but unfortunately the result was still the same.

"Whose saber is this?"

Yan Heng frowned and couldn't help asking.

"It's a friend of mine's saber. ”

Mo Qianxun said with a grin, obviously not wanting to say who the main owner was.

Yan Heng put all his thoughts on the divine pattern of the sword, but he didn't continue to study it, but just said casually: "I'm afraid the identity of your friend is not simple." ”

The divine pattern on a saber is a type that has never been seen in a third-order divine pattern refiner, and it can indeed be said that the identity of the owner of the saber is not simple.

Mo Qianhiro pretended not to hear.

"Ichisei's certainty is too low, and if I force my hand, it is very likely that this sword will be destroyed. Chihiro, you make the decision for your friend. ”

Yan Heng thought about it and said very seriously. If the crest can be restored to its original state, the power of the sword will be the same as before. If it fails, the saber will become a piece of broken iron.

"That'...... Forget it. ”

Mo Qianxun hesitated for a moment, and then gave up the idea of letting Yan Heng repair the Flying Snow Sword.

"Elder Yan, can I take a look at this sword?"

Yang Han took a step forward and asked tentatively.

"Oh. ”

Yan Heng was slightly surprised, and then he pointed to Mo Qianxun who was standing aside, looked at Yang Han and said with a smile: "I can't be the master of this, you have to ask her if it's okay." ”

The saber was brought by Mo Qianxun, and it is true that Mo Qianxun should have been asked for his opinion first, but Yang Han forgot about this stubble.

He scratched his head embarrassedly, didn't think much about it, and asked directly at Mo Qianxun, "Miss Mo, can I take a look at this sword?"

"Look. Look. ”

Mo Qianxun said: "Anyway, if you don't repair it well, the Flying Snow Sword is just a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron, nothing is rare." ”

As she spoke, she took the Flying Snow Sword from Yan Heng's hand, and then generously sent the Flying Snow Sword to Yang Han.

Yang Han solemnly took the Flying Snow Sword.

It's not that he is conceited that he can repair the divine pattern on the Flying Snow Sword, it's just that he has an extremely poor grasp of the divine pattern, and at this moment, when he sees a divine pattern that has never been seen by a third-order divine pattern refiner, he can't help but be curious, wanting to see what the divine pattern in the Flying Snow Sword looks like.

"Thank you, Miss Mo. ”

Yang Han took the Flying Snow Sword that had been unsheathed, and felt like a piece of Xuan Ice falling into his hand, and a wisp of chill invaded his arm from the blade of the sword along the hilt.

Well!

What a strong icy sword intent!

You must know that at this moment, the Flying Snow Sword has broken away from its owner, but it seems to have spirituality, and when it is taken into the hands of others, the Flying Snow Sword will use its cold sword intent to resist strangers.

Yang Han frowned, and the true qi in the meridians worked, resisting the cold sword intent that entered his body.

Good sword!

Shattering the cold sword intent that invaded his body, Yang Han held the sword in one hand, and the index finger and middle finger of the other hand together, gently stroked the sword body, and couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Then he closed his eyes, and the power of his soul penetrated a layer of chill around the sword body into the world of the sword, observing the entire Flying Snow Sword from a very strange perspective.

If the Flying Snow Sword is compared to an eggshell, the divine pattern in the Flying Snow Sword is the egg yolk, and at this moment, a small divine pattern sword is suspended inside the Flying Snow Sword.

And observing the Flying Snow Sword with the naked eye, it can only be seen that the luster of the Flying Snow Sword is a little dull, and there is no other problem with the Flying Snow Sword on the surface.

But the moment Yang Han saw the Divine Pattern Sword, he understood what was wrong with this Flying Snow Sword.

I saw that the small sword with the divine pattern in the Flying Snow Sword was already a broken sword, starting from the middle of the sword body to a part of the tip of the sword, completely disappearing.

"The Divine Pattern Sword is not destroyed by external forces, but the owner of the sword is not strong enough, forcibly urging a powerful sword move, and then because it can't control the powerful sword power, the Divine Pattern Sword takes the initiative to bear the power of the sword, and finally collapses. ”

Yang Han's soul power swept over the Divine Pattern Sword, and in less than half a burnt of incense, he had already engraved all the remnants of the Divine Pattern Sword in his mind.

Fortunately, Yan Heng and Mo Qianxun didn't know that Yang Han had such a terrifying memory ability, otherwise they would have to be jealous and jealous of Yang Han.

"Hmm. ”

An electric light flashed in Yang Han's mind, and his fingertips swept in the air, outlining complex lines.

"I can actually deduce the god pattern that has disappeared from the remnants of the Divine Pattern Sword. ”

Yang Han was secretly surprised in his heart.

Mo Qianxun and Yan Heng saw Yang Han with his eyes closed, holding the Flying Snow Sword in one hand and dancing with the other, but sometimes he was flowing and sometimes motionless.

At a certain moment, Yang Han opened his eyes suddenly, and his flying fingertips stopped swiping in an instant.

At this moment, the divine pattern he sketched was less than one percent of the divine pattern that the divine pattern small sword had disappeared.

It's not that Yang Han doesn't want to continue to deduce, it's just that deducing the divine pattern that the divine pattern small sword disappeared consumes his soul power very much.

When Yang Han confirmed that as long as his soul power was sufficient enough, he could deduce the disappearing divine patterns in the Flying Snow Sword at any time, he stopped.

Calculated based on the consumption rate of soul power when deducing the Divine Pattern, even if his current soul power is exhausted to the point that there is nothing left, it is impossible to replenish the Divine Pattern Sword in one go.

If you want to completely deduce the missing part of the Divine Tattoo Sword, it will take up to seven days!

You can't become a fat man by eating in one breath, so don't worry about this meeting.

Mo Qianxun's favor, is it to help, or not to help?

Yang Han thought about it seriously, then looked at Mo Qianxun with a very calm gaze, and said, "Miss Mo, I can try to repair the Flying Snow Sword." ”

If it weren't for Mo Qianxun's carriage, he would have been taken by Zheng Fei, Liu Chang and others before reaching Lion Square, and finally fell into the dungeon of Tianyun City. Even if you can pass the photo stone Shen Zhaoxue afterwards, you will miss the enrollment assessment of Canglan University.

This favor is to help both sensibly and reasonably.

"Just you?"

Mo Qianxun stretched out a finger with an onion root, aimed at Yang Han, and said with a look of doubt and distrust: "Okay?"

Although Yan Heng was calm on the surface, a hint of surprise also flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect Yang Han to say such a thing.

He didn't like Mo Qianxun who directly doubted whether Yang Han could do it, but looked at Yang Han's eyes, and the gaze in Yang Han's eyes was very calm, which was a manifestation of confidence.

Could it be that Yang Han has seen the inexplicable divine pattern in the Flying Snow Sword?

Yan Heng could only think so.