When people left one place in succession, Yiran and Mo Xiangyi immediately stepped forward, isolated a small space and started trying.
Although his domineering behavior made the people around him a little unhappy, after seeing Mo Xiangyi's appearance and Yiran's sharp momentum, those people finally stopped.
Under Yi Ran's gaze, Mo Xiangyi did not hesitate, and directly used his sword energy and weak sword intent to condense the sword and move towards the knife sink.
Many monks who looked here because of Mo Xiangyi's appearance were immediately stunned. They saw Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi's appearance, and thought they would be such evil figures.
As a result, in Mo Xiangyi's condensed Dao Gang, although the Dao Qi was strong, the Dao intention was frighteningly weak.
This means that she only relearns sword skills but does not pay attention to the training of sword intention. This is equivalent to walking with a limp, and she will not be able to go far.
Especially seeing that Mo Xiangyi's aura was only at the early stage of the spiritual level, and was on par with many young people present, this made more people feel less interested.
After all, those who are able to come are all talented people. Who does not live under the spotlight of everyone, naturally will not look at a person with admiration because of his appearance.
But no one present could know that Mo Xiangyi's sword had just been refined, and her sword training time was only a mere two months.
The reason why her sword skills were able to develop so quickly was not only her talent, but also the fact that she had sharpened her sword skills in repeated deadly battles with assassins.
It's a pity that sword skills are easy to learn but sword intention is difficult to develop.
Even if it is said that one method can solve all methods, even if the magnificence is as great as Mo Xiangyuan, you are just getting started in the journey of sword intention.
Everyone nearby withdrew their gaze and continued to hone themselves, except Yiran who still kept his gaze on Mo Xiangyi.
He didn't want an accident to happen. Even if the knife sink wasn't as magical as he imagined, he didn't want to see Mo Xiangyi in despair, because that kind of phenomenon was very wrong, but Yiran didn't know what the problem was without trying it himself.
Yi Ran actually didn't quite understand that a young man who could cultivate to such an extent should have a strong will. It would be really weird if he was so desperate just because he didn't get the chance.
At this moment, another storm broke out in the distance, and a man with firm eyes came carrying a simple long sword on his back. Just the aura emanating from his body made everyone avoid it, not daring to take advantage of its edge.
He ignored the people in front of him and walked straight to the knife sink. Under everyone's eager eyes, he decisively gathered his sword and penetrated into the knife sink.
Unlike others who waited as long as others, he took back his sword after a few breaths, and then murmured:
"Isn't it recognized by the will of the sword?"
He was not lost, but he also had some questions.
Immediately afterwards, a tyrannical aura burst out from his body, and the sword energy rushed straight into the sky. Han's sword intent looked down at the people, and his eyes suddenly shot out with a dazzling light, and he looked at the knife washing pool calmly:
"My sword and my way, why do I need your approval! Can your will really represent the will of the sword?"
The man's voice was like a powerful bell, making many people's heads buzz.
He didn't try over and over again like the others. After he finished speaking, he strode away without any hesitation, just as forward as when he came.
Yiran looked at the resolute man with a strange look in his eyes. This was a strong man no weaker than Song Yulong and the others, a guy who had the ultimate belief in the path he was taking.
As long as you wait for five years of hard work in the King Realm, you will definitely emerge from the cocoon and transform into a butterfly and become a truly strong person.
"Hey, isn't it because your potential has been exhausted and you can't see a way forward? Why are you saying that you are not recognized by the Dao of Swordsman? It makes me laugh to death!"
A young man who had just opened his eyes and had made great progress in his cultivation and sword skills looked at the back of the resolute man with disdain, and his words were full of sarcasm.
"Your road is cut off, but I have been given a huge opportunity. It won't take long for me to trample you under my feet!"
"Gu Beifeng, what kind of young sword king are you? You are really the most ridiculous person in the world!"
The man's voice became darker and darker, making Yi Ran frown a little.
However, Yi Ran could also understand that it was really hard to accept that with the same knife, there was a being standing in front of him that was almost impossible to surpass.
If it had been suppressed by the other party, it would be even more sad.
However, the words of the man nearby also made Yiran remember the man's name - Gu Changfeng!
Yiran stopped paying attention to the chattering of the man beside him, and turned his gaze back to explore Mo Xiangyi's changes.
It's just that Yiran didn't find much. Everything under the knife sink was unsearchable, except that Mo Xiangyi's mental power had indeed improved steadily.
As for the sword energy and sword intent, nourished by the knife washing pool, they became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Obviously, Mo Xiangyi got the so-called opportunity!
But Yiran was not happy about this. Using the so-called will of the sword to sharpen the sword's energy and intention had an extraordinary effect.
But this kind of improvement made Yiran feel a little illusory, like a castle suspended in the air, with no foundation at all.
Such strength does not belong to oneself, is not forged through hard work, and is completely equivalent to a foreign object.
In Yiran's view, using this method to improve the way of swordsmanship or even break through the cultivation level is completely self-destructive behavior, which is tantamount to cutting off all the way forward!
However, Yiran also knew very well that such training was not useless. As long as he was willing to abandon everything in the end and chose to understand his intention and use his methods to refine his own swordsmanship, that would be the opportunity to reach heaven.
The resolute man did not get a chance, but was deemed to be cut off from the future by the Knife Washing Pool.
Everyone thought that this was the case, but no one thought that the resolute man's sword technique was too firm, and even the will of the sword technique in the knife washing pool could not affect his path!
Others may not be able to see it and think that the man's final burst of sword energy and sword intention was to vent his anger, but Yiran knew very well that it was clearly another self-improvement of the determined man!
Yiran didn't know what Mo Xiangyi would choose, so she was ready to try it herself.
The monstrous sword energy and the sword intention that aroused the general trend of the world condensed together and turned into a dazzling sword, which was stabbed straight into the knife washing pool by Yiran.
In just an instant, the entire knife sink was boiling.
Everyone put away their swords and looked at Yiran with anger on their faces.
"Who is this guy? He actually put his sword into the knife sink. What on earth does he want to do!"
"Does this guy look down on us? Instead of going to watch the sword cliff to practice swordsmanship, he comes to wash the sword pool. This is a naked slap in our face!"
"I can't bear it, I absolutely can't bear it! How about you guys go over and give him some color?"
"..."
Various discussions arose, most of them had bad intentions, and some even wanted to directly suppress Yiran.
It was just that after a while, no one took action because they could feel the power of the sword energy and sword intent.
And what this represents is that Yiran is even more powerful than Gu Changfeng!
In fact, it was a good thing that they did not take action, otherwise the power emitted by the sword gang would not be able to be competed by a group of monks who were in the early stages of the spiritual stage or even those who had not yet entered the spiritual stage.
You must know that Yiran's self-created heaven-level martial art "Fairness" is condensed with peak sword energy and sword intent.
This is the prototype of heaven-level martial arts. It is the ultimate sword energy and sword intention, which cannot be provoked by ordinary people.
Seeing that no one was willing to take the lead, everyone fell silent and began to pay attention to Yiran's movements.
In their view, even many strong swordsmen could not spy on such an opportunity, let alone the sword-wielding existence in front of them.
No one believed that sword cultivators could still sharpen their swords in the knife-washing pool, because countless cultivators had proven this over the years, otherwise there wouldn't be only cultivators who use swords here.
In fact, Yiran didn't plan to get any opportunities, but after discovering the strangeness here, he couldn't help but wanted to try it out of curiosity, and at the same time, he wanted to verify his inner thoughts.
Seeing that no one came forward to disturb her, Yiran was even more relieved and seriously pointed the sword towards the bottom of the knife washing pool.
Yiran carefully explored everything with his powerful senses. The clear water was not turbid due to the stirring of the knife. Even Yiran could imagine its sweetness.
But what surprised Yiran was that to it, the so-called divine liquid was like the most ordinary lake water. Although it was full of spiritual energy, it was just like that. There was no will or chance at all.
But Yiran didn't believe this, so his perception broke away from Jian Gang and probed into the depths of the knife washing pool.
One mile, two miles, five miles...
A strange thing happened. When Yiran extended his perception to the limit for a full ten miles, he still could not detect the deepest part of the knife washing pool.
"It's not simple here, it definitely hides a huge secret!"
Yiran gradually regained his senses and slowly exited the deepest part of the knife washing pool.
But at this moment, a strange feeling appeared.
A strange feeling appeared in Yiran's perception. It seemed that he had never reached that far before, and everything was just an illusion.
Yiran withdrew his senses and sword, and began to carefully observe everything around him.
He no longer stayed at the Knife Washing Pond and began to walk around to look at the terrain and mountains, constantly deducing the feng shui and layout described in Qi Men Dun Jia.
This move made everyone in the room point at him again.
"Who is this person? The inability to temper the Jian Gang is the conclusion that countless people have tried. Will he be stimulated to the point of going crazy because of this?"
"I think he just has a bad mind, otherwise the person who uses the sword shouldn't be washing the sword in the pool!"
"Haha, I thought he would be some kind of person who defies heaven and can really refine his sword in a sword washing pool, but I never thought he would be a crazy person with a bad mind!"
"..."
All kinds of insults appeared in Yiran's ears, but he ignored them at all, but carefully analyzed the current environment.
"There are countless dragon veins gestating underground, but one of them did not grow deeper into the formation world, but stayed in the knife washing pool."
"Its faucet seems to be hidden in the deepest part of the knife sink."
Yiran used his perception to the extreme and scanned everything across the earth. He clearly saw a dragon vein turning here and submerging into the knife washing pool.
And the aura of this dragon vein was very familiar to Yiran, it was everywhere around him.
"Is it the Dragon Vein?"
Yiran suddenly understood everything and knew the ins and outs of everything.
The so-called divine liquid was actually just a clear spring mixed with a large amount of the divine liquid, and the will of the sword imprinted on the bottom of the knife-washing pool only evolved in the monk's soul through the divine liquid.
Therefore, the more determined the person is, the more difficult it is to be affected by the magical liquid, and the longer the person is groping in the knife-washing pool, the more likely it is to be affected by it.
Even Yiran himself would be affected by the enchanting liquid and feel unreal when his perception went too deep into the knife sink.
After seeing through everything, Yiran came to Mo Xiangyi's side again and stabbed straight into the depths of the knife-washing pool with his sword.
This time, Yiran directly injected the true energy. Although he did not exert the power of heaven-level martial arts, he directly split open the full pool of "divine liquid".
Looking at the knife-washing pool that was only three miles deep, especially the stone tablet with the words "knife-washing pool" that appeared at the bottom of the pool, Yiran had a thick smile on his lips.
Because everything was just as he thought.
Just when Yiran wanted to use his senses to explore the stone tablet, he didn't realize that the surrounding area had completely exploded.
Several elderly figures came together and came behind Yiran and said with a cold face:
"My little friend, you are just a swordsman who comes here to have fun, but you still want to destroy this sword washing pool?"
Yiran turned around and looked at the three old men with white hair and white beards.
Just as he was about to speak, the second old man spoke again:
"What's the point of talking to him so much? Sword fights have been going on since ancient times, and he has come to pick a fight. Are we still going to sit back and watch? Why don't we just take action to suppress him!"
"Yes, our holy land of sword cultivators cannot be insulted, especially by sword cultivators!"
The third old man also spoke.
Some people died, but not completely...
