Ye Chuan walked behind and followed Zhu Sijia into the weapons pavilion.
The Weapons Pavilion may not look big, but there is something special inside. Most of the items placed on the first floor are ordinary swords and armor, while the sealed items on the second level are treasures used by monks, such as flying swords, glazed armor, moon-chasing bows... There are all kinds of treasures, all displayed together in a dazzling array. The treasures sealed on the third level are even more powerful, but unfortunately, even Zhu Sijia doesn't have the right to step on them.
Although the Yunwu Sect is declining day by day, it is after all a sect with an ancient heritage and its foundation is still there. Many of the treasures sealed in the weapon pavilion require a seventh-level monk, or even a real person level or above, to activate them.
"You can choose the treasures on the first and second floors. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." Zhu Sijia urged. After choosing the weapons, she still had to send Ye Chuan to Ziyun Peak. She was already a little impatient.
Ye Chuan ignored Zhu Sijia's urging and slowly walked past the weapons. From time to time, he would pick up a treasure, gently touch the runes on it with his fingertips, then put it down and move on to the next treasure. Many of the treasures sealed here were vaguely familiar to him, and they were the ones he gave to the Ghost Hand Medicine King back then.
Unexpectedly, millions of years later, I would stand in front of these treasures again, and it turned out to be a trick of fate.
"The Qingmang Flying Sword, a yellow-level treasure, kills thousands of miles without leaving any blood, the best among flying swords." Ye Chuan picked up a drop-shaped flying sword, looked at it and put it down.
"Cold water thorn, a black-level treasure, specially designed to break through body-protecting spiritual power and heavy armor, only for killers." Ye Chuan picked up a three-edged thorn, and a cold murderous aura rushed towards his face. A long, long time ago, he killed a top assassin. Come to mind. For a long time, just when Zhu Sijia thought he was going to take away the treasure, Ye Chuan put down the three-sided thorn and continued walking forward.
"Vajra Buddha, a yellow-level treasure, a technique specifically designed to defeat evil spirits, a Buddhist weapon." Ye Chuan paused for a moment and walked towards the next treasure.
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Ye Chuan walked very slowly, almost looking at all the treasures on the first and second floors of the weapons pavilion, but he was still empty-handed.
"Hey, when do you want to choose?"
Zhu Sijia pouted. Like elixirs, treasures can also be divided into four levels: heaven, earth, black and yellow. Even for a monk, it would be good to have a yellow-level treasure to protect himself. Ye Chuan could barely reach the first level of a warrior, and he was still picking and choosing like this. What did he want to do? Zhu Sijia was very dissatisfied, "You are at least a first-level warrior now. Let alone Xuan-level treasures. Even if you get a yellow-level treasure, you can't activate it. With so many treasures, none of them can catch your eyes?"
"Not really. The grade is too low. It's okay not to want it. Forget it, just use the broom at the door!"
Ye Chuan told the truth.
Any one of these treasures could cause a bloody storm if placed outside, but to him, it really was nothing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given it away casually in the first place. However, his truth was a complete lie to Zhu Sijia.
"Hmph, it's obvious that he doesn't have the ability to push, and he said that he is too low-level to look down on him. He only talks about good things. He is really afraid of shameless people!" Zhu Sijia muttered in a low voice, not afraid that Ye Chuan would hear it, and became more and more dissatisfied.
"Little girl, let's go!"
Ye Chuan smiled faintly, took the broom and walked out of the weapons pavilion.
Behind him, an old man guarding the weapons pavilion looked at Ye Chuan's back and shook his head. At the beginning, when I saw Ye Chuan talking about the origin and power of every treasure he looked at, I thought he had finally figured it out and started to work hard in the later stage. It's a pity that his cultivation is so terrible that he is not as good as the handyman sweeping the floor outside. He pretends to be noble even when he has the opportunity. He puts the best treasures aside and doesn't just carry away a broom that no one wants. It's really hopeless.
To accept such a person as a disciple and even make him a disciple of the sect, the leader is really stupid!
The old man shook his head and sighed. Not only is the leader getting old, but the fortune of the entire Yunwu Sect is also failing, and it is getting worse every year. How can you hand over more than 20,000 high-quality elixirs at once? It seems that the Yunwu Sect will not be able to overcome this difficult situation this year.
Zhu Sijia walked very fast. Later, she even took out her flying sword and stepped on it, flying through the air, leaving Ye Chuan far behind. Looking at Ye Chuan, who was slowly climbing up the mountain like a snail, he finally let out a sigh of relief. After deliberately flying all the way out, he pretended to be impatient with waiting, then turned a big turn and stepped on the flying sword to come to Ye Chuan, "Hey, can you walk faster? If you walk like this, you won't be able to reach Ziyuan tomorrow. Yunfeng!”
Zhu Sijia's face was impatient, but secretly she was a little complacent. She deliberately hung in the air to condescendingly scold Ye Chuan, scare him, and show off the flying sword at her feet.
The flying sword under her feet is called Golden Back Glaze. It was a birthday gift given to her by her grandfather not long ago. It was almost transparent when viewed up close. It flew by at high speed like soaring clouds and mist, bringing up a dazzling golden light in the air. It was so gorgeous that it made countless female disciples in the sect drool.
"Just tomorrow, I really can't walk anymore."
Ye Chuan simply stopped leaving and rested on the ground. He didn't look very tired, there wasn't a drop of sweat on his face, he was clearly just making excuses. The nearby guards looked over and pointed, but Ye Chuan was thick-skinned and didn't care at all. Sure enough, his temperament changed drastically after he survived the disaster. Zhu Sijia's little plan suddenly came to nothing.
If someone is thick-skinned and is not afraid at all, how can he make someone look embarrassed
Zhu Sijia bit her teeth and lost interest in showing off the flying sword at her feet, "Hey, are you still leaving?"
"Let's go, take a rest first."
"It's been half an hour and you still haven't had enough rest?"
"My legs are cramped and I can't walk. Jiajia, how about you lend me the flying sword under your feet?"
"Bah, you can't use it even if I lend it to you!"
Zhu Sijia was so angry that she wanted to twist Ye Chuan's head off. Seeing that it was getting later and later and the sun was about to set, he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky and left with Ye Chuan on the flying sword. Secretly stirring up the spiritual power in his body, the golden back glass under his feet doubled in size, bringing up a golden light in the air.
She originally wanted to scare Ye Chuan in the air, who didn't know how to practice, to see if he dared to mess with her, but soon, Zhu Sijia realized that she was wrong, and was frightened in turn. Compared with the elegant figure in the past, today's flight was crooked and unnatural.
"Hey, why are you so heavy?" Zhu Sijia, who was standing in front, ignored her anger and concentrated on controlling the flying sword at her feet. Drops of sweat broke out on her forehead, feeling a little out of control.
"Senior brother, I am a mortal. Of course I am not as elegant as you monks."
Ye Chuan smiled evilly and hugged Zhu Sijia's slim waist that could be grasped with one hand. The two bodies were close together and looked at Zhu Sijia's side face with a half-smile. Stomping his feet secretly, Zhu Sijia lost control and screamed. The two of them crashed towards the cliff below. After turning a big bend, they barely managed to control their lift and flew towards Ziyun Peak.