My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Therefore, as Tianwen's momentum grew, everyone also held their breath and watched quietly.

No one dared to breathe, for fear of disturbing the promotion of the imperial soldiers.

In the crowd, Zhong Qingman took a sip of wine.

Looking at Tianwen in the sky, his eyes showed a strange look.

The quality of this divine weapon has not yet reached the imperial level.

But its quality seems to be above the imperial level.

Gu Chenxian was also watching Tianwen's recovery.

There was even a hint of nervousness in my heart.

Just when everyone is paying attention.

Tianwen's aura continued to rise, but when it reached a certain peak, it slowly descended.

This made Gu Chenxian feel depressed.

It is extremely difficult to repair a holy-level weapon into an emperor-level one.

Even if this is not a promotion, but just recovery.

But even so, the difference of one level is the difference between heaven and earth.

Gu Chenxian frowned slightly, sighing inwardly, "After all, I couldn't restore it to the Emperor level?"

For him, even if he is not in peak condition now, an emperor-level magic weapon would not make him feel regretful.

But this question is of great significance to Gu Chenxian.

Because this is his natal magic weapon, in some ways, it is closely related to him.

In his opinion, even any other semi-immortal-level divine weapon is not as important as Tianwen.

The people below, looking at Tianwen whose light was gradually dimming, felt a slight movement in their hearts and surged with infinite regret.

With the appearance of Gu Chenxian, everyone no longer had any greed for Wentian.

The grade of the Tianwen Sword is that of a top-grade holy weapon. In their opinion, this is undoubtedly a great opportunity to upgrade to an emperor-level divine weapon. If they miss this opportunity, they don’t know when they will be able to upgrade next time.

Even in the future, there may not be such an opportunity in the True Realm.

Everyone felt sorry that the Tianwen Divine Weapon could not be promoted, and the originally noisy and lively sword tomb suddenly became quiet.

Instead, it was filled with sighs and regrets.

It seemed that the upgrade of the magic weapon was about to end in dismal failure.

at this time!

Yu Wanfeng, the leader of the Holy Sword Sect, stood up.

But he saw him clasping his hands together and bowing deeply to Gu Chenxian.

His expression was complicated, as if he had made a big decision. He finally gritted his teeth and said loudly, "In the past, the Sword Immortal Master was very kind to my True Domain. Today, the Master's sword needs to complete the upgrade. I feel that my strength is low and I can't provide much help, but I am willing to do my best to help!"

"This is my sword, Mo Lin. I am willing to offer it to you to help Tian Wen advance!"

As he spoke, he moved his wrist and a three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand.

He gently stroked the sword blade that was covered with ancient relics.

He murmured, "Old buddy, you've been with me for thousands of years. This time, it's your time to truly shine!"

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Lin reluctantly.

Throw the sword.

The long sword flew through the air like a meteor across the sky, and finally turned into strands of sword essence, merging into the Heavenly Questions.

This scene caused an uproar in the audience.

Everyone looked at Yu Wanfeng in disbelief. You know, the sword in Yu Wanfeng's hand seemed to be thrown out casually by him, but it was the treasure of the entire Holy Sword Sect and a rare holy weapon in the True Realm.

The holy artifact is so precious that once it comes into the world, it will cause a lot of blood and gore, and countless forces will fight for it.

The Holy Sword Sect paid a huge price to obtain this holy sword.

It was such a peerless divine weapon, but no one would have thought that he would give it up like this.

This moved countless people.

The Ink Scale Sword was summoned, allowing Tianwen to boost his momentum, which had been weakening, and rush up again.

After being shocked, everyone looked at the sky excitedly.

"Will it succeed this time?"

Gu Jianxian looked at Yu Wanfeng deeply, his eyes moved.

I solemnly clasped my fists towards him and said, "Thank you very much!"

Then, his eyes were fixed on Wentian again.