She lifted the cold iron bar, switched it from her right hand to her left hand, and shouted: "It's so cold, uncle, let's get out quickly. If we stay a little longer, I will freeze to death from this cold stick."
Cold stick!
The corner of Zixiao Pavilion Master's mouth twitched, his eyes were fixed on the cold stick in Shen Ning's hand, and he was vomiting blood in his heart.
How on earth do this girl’s eyes grow so long and why are they so powerful! There were at least hundreds of priceless weapons in this arsenal. She didn't take a fancy to any of them, but she just took a fancy to Hanxuan Iron, which was placed in the corner and didn't look like a weapon at all!
Yes, this cold stick in Shen Ning's mouth is the Hanxuan Iron that everyone in the martial arts world dreams of!
Hanxuan Iron is a genius treasure that ordinary people have never seen or heard of. If martial arts practitioners can get a piece of Hanxuan Iron the size of a fingernail, they will feel like they have found a treasure, and green smoke will rise from their ancestral graves.
Let alone no one has seen such a large piece of Hanxuan Iron, even if someone did see it, they would never believe it.
He didn't know how much effort he put in, and the price of nine deaths, to obtain this large piece of Hanxuan Iron. The most rare thing is that this Hanxuan Iron naturally looks like a sword, and does not need to be forged.
Because each time Hanxuan Iron is forged, its power will weaken.
This Hanxuan Iron Sword is the sword of king in his arsenal!
Even Young Master Qianmian only heard his name but never saw his true face. Now that he was picked up by Shen Ning by mistake, how could the Master of Zixiao Pavilion be so upset that he vomited blood
However, his extremely annoyed mood quickly calmed down. Thinking of the Forgetfulness Pill that he had been practicing all night, a proud smile appeared in his eyes.
Even if she is asked to pick the cold black iron, the result is that she will still spit it out obediently, just like everything she plunders from herself will return to its original owner sooner or later.
"Walk!"
The master of Zixiao Pavilion didn't want to spend any more time in the armory. He pressed the mechanism on the wall, and the stone wall opened, and the light from outside suddenly shone in.
Shen Ning carried the cold black iron like a fire stick, constantly changing his left hand to his right, shouting "It's so cold" as he walked out of the armory.
The warm sunlight shone down from the top of her head, making her body warm, and she felt that the sword in her hand was no longer so cold to the bone.
"Uncle, are you going to send me away now?" she asked with a smile.
"Um."
The master of Zixiao Pavilion clapped his hands and called a disciple in black.
"Have you prepared everything for this girl?"
The disciple bowed and said, "Everything is ready."
"Bring it over and show her one by one."
"Yes, Pavilion Master."
The black-clothed disciple left and soon came back with a big baggage on his back. He opened it and found that it was full of things that Shen Ning was optimistic about, and there were quite a few of them.
"Girl, are you relieved now?"
"Uncle is really trustworthy. He gave me so many good things. Thank you very much." Shen Ning smiled happily, but soon she put away her smile and frowned: "It's just that there are too many things. I can't carry them, uncle." , can you send me another carriage?"
"Okay, this pavilion master has already sent Xiao'er to prepare a carriage for you and send you away. Go and call Xiao'er."
Not long after, the Thousand-faced Young Master appeared in front of the two of them.
"Is the carriage ready?" asked the Master of Zixiao Pavilion.
"Already ready." Qianmian Gongzi replied, raising his eyes to look at Shen Ning.