"What do you want to see?" The deacon asked with a rare smile.
Ye Qingtang was slightly taken aback, and then said, "I want to choose a weapon that is convenient for me."
The deacon rolled his eyes, looked at the weapons on the face, and said, "There is no centripetal here?"
Ye Qingtang shook her head slightly.
A smile appeared in the deacon's eyes, and then he opened the cabinet behind, but at the moment of opening the cabinet, the flickering weapons in the cabinet instantly attracted the eyes of many disciples, and everyone stretched their eyes. I scratched my head, wanting to find out.
You must know that in the Xuanming Pavilion, most of the things on the surface are not special. The real good things are all carefully hidden by the deacons. Not even a chance.
The deacon took out a sharp sword from the cabinet and placed it directly in front of Ye Qingtang's eyes.
"What do you think of this sword?" The deacon said with a smile. He knew that Ye Qingtang had received a reward of 50,000 Xuanming points, so he naturally took the baby recommendation without hesitation.
Ye Qingtang looked at the sharp sword in front of her. On the gold-plated scabbard, there was a winding shape of a giant dragon carved in her eyes. Her eyes flickered slightly. The sword had not been sheathed yet, and it gave her a feeling of For the amazing feeling, it is obviously not at the same level as those weapons that are on the surface.
The deacon saw the astonishment in Ye Qingtang's eyes, and immediately drew his sword.
The moment the sharp sword was unsheathed, a dragon roar sounded quietly, and a cold light suddenly lit up everyone's eyes.
"This sword is called Longquan Sword. It is made of high-grade cold iron." The deacon gestured twice with the sword.
"Not bad." Ye Qingtang said pertinently.
The deacon smiled, and put the sword back into its sheath.
"It's nothing, there are better things." The deacon said, then turned around and took out another sword from the cabinet. Just as the sword was placed in front of Ye Qingtang, Ye Qingtang felt a wave of warmth. Hot air blows towards the face, and the red scabbard is engraved with patterns of flames, like a ball of flames wrapping the entire sharp sword.
Ye Qingtang's eyes suddenly lit up.
The deacon said: "On weekdays, disciples are not allowed to touch these swords, but... make an exception today, you can try it." As he spoke, he pushed the sword towards Ye Qingtang.
The disciples on the side gathered subconsciously, and two swords were taken out one after another, which had already attracted the attention of all of them. Now, just looking at the red sword, they have already stared straight. Can you still take care of others
Ye Qingtang picked up the sword, and the moment the hilt was in her hand, she felt a warmth in her palm, surprise flashed across her eyes, and she drew the sword out of its sheath.
In an instant, like a ball of flames gushing out of the scabbard, the red sword was held in Ye Qingtang's hand, and a faint blush was faintly visible covering the blade!
"Raging Flame Sword! That's the Raging Flame Sword?! I can't be dazzled!" A disciple couldn't help but gasped when he saw the blush on the sword.
"Could you be talking about the flame sword that Lie Yang Zhengjun used back then?"
"Besides that sword, what else could it be? Didn't Lie Yang Zhengjun use this Raging Flame Sword to cut through the thorns and thorns, and wiped out a lot of rebels. Unexpectedly... this Raging Flame Sword is now in our sect."