"Yan'er, you don't have to take their words to heart, you can face the attack of the Spiritual Realm and even the powerhouse of the Psychic Realm with the strength of the 'Forging Body Realm' without changing your face, just this courage, I don't know how much stronger than that kid of the Xu family!"

With the departure of the Xu family's father and son, Zhang Tai's clenched fist slowly loosened, turned around and barely squeezed out a smile, and said to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan nodded and hummed lightly, without saying much.

Along the way, Yang Yan and Zi Ling were silent, quietly following behind Zhang Tai.

On this bustling street, in Yang Yan's opinion, his father's figure looked so desolate and lonely, and he suddenly found that his father's thin body seemed to have become a little rickety, and there was a desolate and painful feeling in his heart that was about to come out, and tears almost came out of his eyes!

's father is only nearly forty years old, but under the torture of the family and various external pressures, he has become a lot older, just now, after the father and son of the Xu family left, the father who competed with Xu Tianlong and was arrogant seemed to have become an old man in his last years in an instant.

Yes, he can comfort Yang Yan with words, but he can't convince himself!

.....

Back at Zhang's Mansion, Yang Yan closed the door tightly, looked solemn, and carefully opened the wrapped strip of cloth, and the broken sword was exposed to the air.

It was still the same as before, rusty and rusty, shaped like broken copper and iron.

Yang Yan stretched out his hand to touch it, but it suddenly froze in mid-air, and suddenly retracted, repeating it dozens of times, and finally bit his teeth ruthlessly, and suddenly grabbed the hilt of the broken sword!

"I'd like to see what's so weird about you!"

Yang Yan knew in his heart that if he only relied on his current strength at the level of the Spirit Realm to participate in the 'Martial Arts of All Clans', it would undoubtedly be a cannon fodder-like existence, so that not only would he fail to win honor for the Zhang family and share his father's worries, but he would become the laughing stock of everyone!

Therefore, what he has to do now is to seize every opportunity to improve his own strength, and be foolproof in the 'Martial Arts of All Clans'!

According to the regulations of 'all clans will martial arts', contestants can carry magic weapons for competition, the so-called gentleman is not different, good at fake things! As long as it is the strength that you can use like an arm, it is your own strength!

Combined with the previous ones, at this moment, Yang Yan was sure in his heart that this broken sword must have its extraordinary, if he could understand its mysteries before the clans met martial arts, it would definitely become a big help for him, and the chances of winning would be a few points greater!

With this plan in mind, Yang Yan naturally didn't cower anymore, and directly tried it, wanting to see what was so strange about this broken sword!

The moment his palm touched the hilt of the sword, although Yang Yan had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help the horror in his heart!

The huge suction force that came from the broken sword was like a magnet that tightly absorbed his palm, and the spiritual power in the 'sea of qi' was even more uncontrollably surging towards the palm, no matter how Yang Yan concentrated and controlled it, it was useless, he could only watch as the spiritual power in his body followed the meridians in his palm and submerged into the broken sword!

With the influx of more and more spiritual power, the broken sword trembled slightly, accompanied by a clear crisp sound, as if it was cheering and chanting, and a silver-white halo spread out from the hilt of the sword, sweeping across the entire sword body like ripples, condensing into milky white points of light at the tip of the sword, and disappearing suddenly.

It's just that Yang Yan didn't have the leisure to observe the situation of the broken sword at the moment, he only felt that the spiritual power in his body was constantly surging towards the broken sword, and then absorbed by it, he wanted to withdraw his palm, but the broken sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, as if it was integrated with his palm, no matter how he shook it off, he couldn't get rid of it.

As time passed, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was slowly drained, and the tiredness came like a tide, his eyelids became extremely heavy, and finally he fell asleep groggy!

.......

When he woke up, Yang Yan only felt weak, slowly raised his heavy eyelids, the light in the room was dim, and it was already ten in the evening.

Because he had thought about going back to the house to study the mystery of breaking the sword, Yang Yan had already told his father not to ask others to disturb him. Zhang Tai only said that Yang Yan was hit by the ridicule of the Xu family's father and son today, and he was in a low mood, but he also understood, and it was good to let him be quiet alone, so he could only sigh lightly and agree.

Shaking his drowsy head, Yang Yan got up from the ground, walked to the broken sword that fell to the ground and squatted down.

"You guys have such a big appetite, and you sucked up all the spiritual power in my body at once..."

Yang Yan couldn't help but complain, this is not to say that Yang Yan's strength has regressed, it just takes some time to absorb and condense the aura of heaven and earth again and transform it into spiritual power.

"Hey, this is..."

Sweeping his gaze through the sword inadvertently, Yang Yan found that compared to before, this sword seemed to have become a little different!

Before, its sword body was covered with rust spots, and its original appearance and material could not be seen clearly, but now after absorbing Yang Yan's spiritual power, the rust on its sword body in some places has disappeared, leaking a little silver-white light spots.

Yang Yan was surprised, but he didn't dare to act recklessly again, picked up the strips of cloth scattered next to him, and reported a thick layer in the palm of his hand, before picking up the broken sword and putting it in front of him, and observing it carefully.

Sure enough, there were a few more silver-white spots on the rusty sword, although they were not bright, but they were real, and in those spots, there seemed to be some rather regular 'dents', which looked like some parts of the Chinese characters, but the part that was now exposed, only a small part of the broken sword, and it was impossible to guess what words were written on it.

Although he was slightly disappointed in his heart, Yang Yan's conjecture was confirmed, and his spiritual power seemed to be really useful for this broken sword!

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Yan couldn't help but get excited again, rewrapped the broken sword and put it on the bed, turned around and walked out the door.

didn't go out for a day, in order to avoid his father worrying about him, Yang Yan first went to his father to say hello, and then gobbled up some of the meals reserved for him by 'Aunt Zhao', and then returned to his house again.

Then it's time to wait quietly for the night to fall....