After leaving the Jiuqing Pavilion, Ye Chen followed the instructions and came all the way to the Spiritual Weapon Pavilion.
The person guarding Lingbao Pavilion is a fat elder, and his eyes are so small that you need to use your hands to see them. His whole body is covered with swaying fat, and his chest is bare, like a Maitreya Buddha.
The disciples of Heng Yue Sect all called him Zhou Dafu.
"Elder." Seeing Zhou Dafu lying on the recliner with a leisurely expression, Ye Chen stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
"Little baby, why haven't I seen you before?" Glancing at Ye Chen, Chow Dafu sat up, his little eyes focused, looking up and down at Ye Chen.
"I am the new intern." Ye Chen handed over his jade token, "Elder Qingyi asked me to choose the spiritual weapon."
Chow Dafu took the jade token, looked it over and over, then casually threw it to Ye Chen, lay back lazily, waved his hand, and said, "Go in and choose by yourself! Interns can only choose on the first floor. Don’t sneak up to the second floor.”
Forehead….!
Ye Chen collected the jade token and walked into the depths of the Spiritual Weapon Pavilion.
The first floor of the Spiritual Weapon Pavilion is large enough, with a radius of several thousand feet, and there are all kinds of weapons on display. There are really eighteen types of weapons, and every spiritual weapon is shining with luster, like flowers competing for beauty. flowers.
"As expected, they are all low-level." After scanning most of them, Ye Chen was slightly disappointed. As an intern, he could only choose spiritual weapons on the first level.
Thinking in his mind, Ye Chen picked up a ghost-headed sword and then shook his head, "It's too light."
Putting down the sword, he picked up a spiritual sword. Although the sword was sharp, Ye Chen still put it back to its original position.
As he picked and picked along the way, Ye Chen looked like a grocery store. Although there were many spiritual weapons here, after wandering around for most of the circle, he still couldn't find a single spiritual weapon that he could like. In the past, these spiritual weapons would have been , he simply ignored them, but things were different now, and he could only look for them in this pile of low-level spiritual weapons.
About to complete a circle, Ye Chen still found nothing.
However, at this moment, the true fire in his Danhai trembled, and a hair-thin flame flew out.
Ye Chen was a little dazed, and hurriedly followed until he came to a stone platform. On the stone platform, there was a black iron sword. Maybe it had not been moved for too long, so it was full of dust, and there was a trace of real fire. , wrapped around this iron sword.
Surprised in his heart, Ye Chen had already grasped the hilt of the iron sword. He also wanted to take a closer look at the spiritual weapon that could attract Zhenhuo's fancy.
However, Ye Chen seemed to underestimate the weight of the iron sword, and he was stunned without picking it up.
"It's at least two hundred kilograms." Ye Chen estimated the weight of the iron sword in his mind. No wonder it was lying here alone. The weight of two hundred kilograms is not just for fun. Ordinary disciples cannot lift it. , even if you can afford it, you still need to use your true energy. If you use it to fight with others, if you don't get killed by others, you will die of exhaustion first.
But precisely because of this, Ye Chen was even more interested in this iron sword.
"Run the Qi a little bit." Ye Chen picked up the iron sword and gently blew away the dust on it.
Facing him, Ye Chen felt the aura of vicissitudes of time, and returned the two ancient characters on the hilt of the sword: Tianque.
"Tianque." After murmuring, Ye Chen looked at the iron sword carefully.
The iron sword has not been sharpened and is much wider than ordinary spiritual swords. Its material cannot be seen, only that it is extremely thick. There are many runes carved on the sword that Ye Chen cannot understand, and it is very ancient. .
"What a strange sword." Ye Chen muttered in a low voice, secretly thinking that this unbladed iron sword is so heavy. If it is used to cut people, it is not suitable, but if it is used to hit people, it is a good choice. .
"It's up to you." Ye Chen put the iron sword on his shoulder and walked outside.
Huh
Not far away came Chow Tai Fook's soft voice, "Little guy, with your small body, you have no choice but to choose an iron sword like this."
Bang!
Ye Chen came over and put down the iron sword with a clang. The iron sword was so heavy that half of the sword was stuck diagonally in the ground.
"Elder, what is the origin of this sword?" Ye Chen pointed at the Tianque Sword and asked, "This is not ordinary heavy!"
"Well!" Chow Dafu pinched his mustache, pondered for a moment, and then said, "It was already here when I took over the Spirit Artifact Pavilion. It has been here for at least a hundred years. As for what I still don’t know the origin.”
"That's it!"
"I advise you to change to a spiritual weapon. This iron sword is not that heavy. Choose a lightweight one!"
"No, that's it." Ye Chen smiled and gently stroked the iron sword. It became more and more pleasing to his eyes.
"Stubborn little guy, take him away!"
"Thank you, elder." Ye Chen bowed respectfully again, and then walked out of the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion carrying Tian Que.
As soon as they went out, they were met with surprised looks. Disciples passed by in twos and threes. They first glanced at Ye Chen, then at the Tianque Sword that Ye Chen was carrying, and they couldn't help but point at Ye Chen.
"Who is this kid! Why haven't I seen him before? Is he a new intern?"
"The sword he is carrying must be Tianque!"
"It seems like he is quite strong! Even if his cultivation is a little weak, his brain may not be very normal."
Ye Chen directly ignored the comments of these people. He had a feeling that this Tianque Sword was not simple. Compared with those low-level spiritual weapons, he would rather choose this Tianque Sword and carry it on his back every day. Helps practice.
"Huh? People from the Zhengyang Sect." Someone said softly, and everyone around them looked to the sky.
There, another huge flying sword passed by, and there were three people standing on it, a middle-aged beautiful woman, a beautiful woman, and a handsome young man.
"Why do people from the Zhengyang Sect come to our Hengyue Sect?" someone asked in confusion.
"You don't know this. In three months, there will be a three-sect competition between Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect and my Hengyue Sect. People from Zhengyang Sect seem to be here to discuss the competition."
"That female disciple is so beautiful, like a fairy daughter."
Ye Chen didn't listen to a word of the comments of the people around him. His eyes were already on the sky, more accurately on the beautiful woman on the flying sword. Her clothes were swaying, otherwise Xian Chen would be like a mortal. Relegated to immortality, holy and impeccable.
Isn't she none other than Ji Ningshuang of the Zhengyang Sect
"I didn't expect to meet so soon." Ye Chen murmured, with a mixture of complexity and indifference in his dark and deep eyes, "I will fight back one day."
Perhaps feeling that someone was looking at her, Ji Ningshuang, who was on the flying sword, couldn't help but look back below. But at this moment, Ye Chen had already disappeared into the crowd.
"It feels so familiar." Ji Ningshuang whispered.
"What's wrong, junior sister?"
"fine."