"You... you dare to scold me?"
The man next to the big mouse spirit was stunned, and suddenly became angry. Those who hold positions in the Dharma Artifact Pavilion are far from being comparable to the fat Taoist. They are all related or spent a lot of money to get in. They hold the source of the magic weapon, and the disciples of the sect saw them. Which one is disrespectful? It is precisely because of this that they have developed their domineering character.
But who would have thought that today he would dare to yell at a new student just for a small reprimand
Suddenly, his heart became angry, and the man took a step directly, wanting to slap the kid away.
When Fang Xing saw his appearance, he knew that it was time to do something. He stepped back and laughed in a low voice: "You can't force a bribe, do you still want to do something with the men? Are there any rules in the Taoist sect?"
The man's face suddenly changed, and he stopped abruptly.
Although the disciples who entered the school obeyed the rules and gave them the spirit stone tacitly, it was not obvious.
He saw that the boy in front of him was not very old, but he looked like an old man, and he was really afraid that he would expose the matter...
"Haha, haha, why did we start arguing as soon as we met? It's not good..."
The big mouse looked at Fang Xing with a smile, and said maliciously: "This little brother is not old, but he has a very strong temper, that's all, we were joking with you just now, you go in and choose a magic weapon , the eyes need to be brightened..."
"Thank you, brother!"
Fang Xing clasped his fists together, ignoring the meaning of the big rat's words, and got in with his head.
I went in and took a look, but I was surprised immediately, what kind of Magic Artifact Pavilion is this, it is clearly a grocery store.
Rows and rows of wooden shelves are placed with flying swords, talismans, spiritual weapons and other objects. At first glance, it is dazzling. Each one seems to be quite extraordinary. There are names and introductions in small print, and some are simply a pile on the shelf, with a mess of talismans, flying swords, treasure vases and even compass, and it is impossible to tell whether it is good or bad.
At this time, Fang Xing finally understood why every newly promoted outer disciple was willing to bribe these people, because there are so many magical artifacts here, and it is impossible to know which one is good from the outside. Which one is bad, let alone its function, if you just pick one out of it in such a blindfolded manner, the possibility of missing it is too great.
Seeing Fang Xing's dazed look, the big mouse spirit and the two juniors immediately sneered.
It's not that they haven't met people who are reluctant to hand over their spirit stones, but all of these people have been tricked by them.
Although the magic weapon pavilion is full of low-level magic weapons that can be used by the disciples of the Qingyun Sect's foreign sect, there are still two to three thousand pieces. Not long ago, the Qingyun Sect recruited disciples and had already selected a large number of good quality ones. , more than half of them are of poor quality, or are directly damaged and cannot be used normally, and some good ones are also hidden by them in places that are difficult to see.
They didn't believe that this kid who contradicted them could pick up something good!
"Hmph, these three bastards want to trick me, today I will open your eyes..."
Fang Xing came back to his senses, sneered in his heart, and walked forward slowly.
"Little brother, every disciple who enters the Dharma Artifact Pavilion has only one stick of incense time to choose. I will light it for you..."
The big mouse spirit said again with a smile, and with a wink asked the man beside him to choose the driest timekeeping incense and light it.
The man understood, and when lighting the incense, he deliberately broke off a small piece, and then inserted it into the incense burner.
The dry timekeeping incense burns fast, plus the man secretly broke off a small piece, Fang Xing didn't even have time for a stick of incense, at most only two-thirds of the time, I'm afraid he couldn't even look at it, and How to choose
And if in normal times, the disciples who came to choose the magic weapon gave generous bribes, these disciples who guarded the pavilion would not only directly forget about the incense timing, but would even give advice based on the bribes given by the visitors.
"A low-level flying sword, made of hundreds of steels, with a magic circle inscribed inside, with low aura..."
"Storage ring, the material is a thousand hammers of gold, one side of the space..."
"The copper flying sword and the inner inscription three magic circles have all been damaged..."
Fang Xing ignored the small movements of the big rats and the others, and chose on his own. Wherever he looked, he knew the quality and characteristics of the magic weapon in his chest, and he was extremely relaxed. Sure enough, as the fat Taoist said, there are a lot of good-looking instruments that are deliberately placed in plain sight, but the inner magic circle has been damaged. If they are really selected, they will be a pile of scrap iron.
No matter how good the magic weapon is, if the inner magic circle is damaged, it will become scrap iron, because for these magic tools, the inner magic circle is even more valuable than their material, and after it is damaged, it is not worth looking for someone to repair it .
After all, the craftsmen who can repair the magic weapon in it will pay a very high price for one shot, so it is better to buy a new one.
"Choose one of these flying swords or storage rings?"
Fang Xing thought about it, he had already seen several magic weapons, and they were all very good.
However, Fang Xing was not in a hurry to choose. He was thinking that even if he chose a good flying sword with his current spiritual power, it might not be enough for it to fly more than ten feet. It's not as good as the dagger in my hand, so the top priority is that what I need most is not these weapons, nor is it the storage ring or something like that.
What suits me should be some magic weapon that can help me...
Seeing Fang Xing standing in front of a high-quality flying sword that they deliberately hid behind a pile of magic weapons, the three of the big mouse spirit felt a little nervous. Choose away.
"Cough cough, little brother, the time is coming, you should hurry up and choose, if it is hard to choose, brother, I can recommend it to you, look here, they are all good things, such as this flag, aura Inject it, and you can release extremely intense fire intent. If you are fighting against people, when the banner is rolled up, a fire dragon will fly out. It is absolutely good... "
The big mouse encouraged Fang Xing with his eloquent tongue, wanting him to choose a flag that looked very good.
But Fang Xing only glanced at it, and decided otherwise.
That flag is really good, and it actually contains seven magic circles, which can be said to be very rare in the Magic Artifact Pavilion.
It's a pity that the seven magic circles have already been damaged, and the useless ones can't be used anymore, but there is still some residual fire. This big rat is not good-hearted. If he really took that flag and tried it on the spot, it must be very powerful , but once you take out this magic weapon pavilion, you can't use it anymore, it's similar to the fat Taoist's sword talisman.
However, at this moment, Fang Xing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he noticed a magic weapon near the fire flag.
But I saw that it was a blue grimace mask, made of unknown material, with some marks of knives and axes on it, and a gap on the top of the head, thrown in the corner like a waste, covered with a layer of dust .
It seems that this is the most waste-like thing in the Magic Artifact Pavilion, but when Fang Xing saw it, several messages suddenly flashed in Fang Xing's heart: Wan Luo Ghost Face, which contains thirty Six magic circle...
"This turned out to be a mid-level magic weapon with thirty-six magic circles, and the magic circles are basically intact..."
Fang Xing was excited for a while, and then he understood the function of the mask, and his heart immediately blossomed, but it turned out that the Wanluo ghost mask turned out to be a magic weapon for changing. After wearing it, he could change his appearance, voice and even his aura. And height, among them, thirty-six magic circles represent that the Wanluo ghost face has thirty-six changes, which can turn into thirty-six different people...
This is simply a must-have weapon for killing people and stealing goods!
Fang Xing made his decision instantly.
"Haha, junior brother fell in love with this mask? You really have vision, this mask is... but what... Nine ghosts, fire, thunder, thunderbolt god mask... After wearing it, you can borrow the power of gods and demons, and the power is infinite... haha... "
The big mouse spirit laughed. It seemed that he didn't know the function of the mask at all, and even called it wrong.
"Haha, not bad, not bad, very suitable for this little junior!"
"Junior brother wears it, it's so majestic!"
The other two also laughed, telling Fang Xing to hurry up and leave.
"Is this magic weapon really so good? Brothers won't lie to me, will they?"
Fang Xing looked at the mask in his hand over and over again, as if making a difficult choice.
"How could it be? This mask is just right for you, Junior Brother. With it, Junior Brother's cultivation base will improve by leaps and bounds, and he will be able to cross the outer sect just around the corner, and even break through the fourth level of true qi, and become an inner sect disciple. I'm afraid it will only take a year or two... "
The big mouse spirit said with a smile, and kept urging Fang Xing to put down the mask.
"That's right, junior brother may take it back first, use it for a few days before talking, if it really doesn't work, take it back, and senior brother will replace it for you!"
The person next to him also said the same, looking easy to talk.
"Since the three senior brothers all said so, then I will choose it!"
Fang Xing deliberately pretended to be hesitant, and picked up the mask.
"Well, I'll put it on record..."
The big mouse spirit was extremely refreshing, and quickly took out a blank one from a pile of jade cards, and quickly inserted a divine thought into it: "On the first day of the eleventh month of the Gengzi year... the outer disciple Fang Xing received it... low One piece of magic weapon... "