"Although I can organize it, I cannot guarantee that disciples of Celestial Monarch Mountain can easily condense the Wisdom Sword."
"Elder, please take a look first."
Zhang Qingjing took the Jade Scroll, and his Divine Sense immediately immersed into it, carefully studying the secret technique.
After some time, his Divine Sense slowly withdrew from the Jade Scroll, and a trace of joy appeared on his face.
Just as Shen Wen'an was about to inquire, he noticed a very pure power of the Divine Soul surging at the center of Zhang Qingjing's brows.
Gradually, under his control, this power of the Divine Soul began to condense into a small purple sword shadow.
Although the small sword shadow appeared faint, one could vaguely see the shape of the sword.
However, the aura it emitted was indeed somewhat similar to Shen Wen'an's Sword Bone Magical Sword.
The purple sword shadow slowly dissipated, and Zhang Qingjing slowly opened his eyes.
