Out of the Jiuqing Pavilion, ye Chen according to the guidance, all the way to the spirit of the pavilion.
The guard of Lingbao Pavilion is a fat elder with small eyes, which can only be seen by holding hands. His whole body is full of shaking fat, and his chest is bare. He looks like a Maitreya Buddha.
This is Zhou Dafu, the head of the Lingqi Pavilion.
"Yes, elder." Seeing Zhou Dafu lying on the couch, ye Chen respectfully saluted him.
"Baby, I haven't seen you." Glancing at Ye Chen, Zhou Dafu sat up. His small eyes focused on Ye Chen and looked up and down.
"I'm a new intern." Ye Chen handed his jade card, "elder Qingyi asked me to choose the spirit weapon."
Zhou Dafu took the jade card, looked it over and over, then threw it to Ye Chen at will. He lay back lazily, waved his hand, and said, "go in and choose yourself! Interns can only be selected at the first level, not sneak up to the second level. "
Er!
Ye Chen took the jade card and went into the depths of the Lingqi Pavilion.
The first floor of the spirit weapon Pavilion is large enough, covering thousands of meters. There are all kinds of weapons on display. It is true that there are all kinds of weapons, and each of them is full of luster, just like a flower after flower.
"Sure enough, they are all inferior." At a glance, ye Chen is a little disappointed. As an intern, he can only choose spiritual tools on the first level.
Thinking in the heart, ye Chen picked up a ghost head big knife, then shook his head, "too light."
Put down the big knife, and picked up a spirit sword, although the sword is sharp, but ye Chen still put back in place.
All the way, ye Chen seems to be a vegetable buyer. Although there are many spiritual weapons here, he wanders around for most of the time, but he can't find one that he can see. If he put them in the past, he ignored them directly. But now, he can only look for them in this pile of low-level spirit tools.
About to complete a circle, ye Chen still did not get.
However, at this time, his Danhai's real fire trembled for a moment, but also separated out a thin hair flame and flew out.
Ye Chen was a little dazed and hurriedly followed him until he came to a stone platform. On the stone platform, there was a black iron sword. Maybe it hadn't moved for a long time, so it was covered with dust. And the trace of real fire wrapped around the iron sword.
Surprised in the heart, ye Chen has grasped the handle of the iron sword, which can make zhenhuo see the spirit weapon. He also wants to take a closer look at it.
However, ye Chen seems to have underestimated the weight of the iron sword. He didn't take it up.
"At least two hundred pounds." Ye Chen estimates the weight of the iron sword in his mind. No wonder it will lie here alone. The weight of 200 Jin is not for fun. Ordinary disciples can't take it. Even if they can, they have to carry their true spirit. If they fight with others, they will die first.
However, because of this, he was more interested in the iron sword.
He picked up the iron sword and gently blew the dust off it.
Face to face, ye Chen felt a breath of vicissitudes of life, but also the two ancient words on the hilt: tianque.
"Tianque." Murmur a sound, ye Chen looks at this iron sword carefully.
The iron sword has never opened its front. It is much wider than the ordinary spirit sword. We can't see its material. We only know that it is extremely thick. There are many runes carved on the sword that ye Chen can't understand. It is very ancient.
"What a strange sword." Ye Chen murmured in a low voice. In the dark, this iron sword without cutting edge has such a weight. If it is used to chop people, it can't be specified. However, if it is taken to smash people, it is a good choice.
"It's you." Ye Chen carried the iron sword on his shoulder and walked toward the outside.
Eh?
Not far away came Zhou Dafu's light voice, "little guy, what's wrong with your small body? You have to choose such an iron sword."
Bang Dang!
Ye Chen came and put down the iron sword with a bang. The iron sword was too heavy, and half of its body was obliquely inserted in the ground.
"Elder, what's the origin of this sword?" Ye Chen pointed to the sky que sword and asked, "this is not ordinary heavy!"
"This one Chou Tai Fu pinched his moustache, pondered for a moment, and then said, "when I took over the Lingqi Pavilion, it was already here. To say that it has been here for at least 100 years. As for the origin, I don't know."
"Ah
"I advise you to change a spirit weapon. This iron sword is not so heavy. Choose a light one."
"No, it's all." Ye Chen smiles and caresses the iron sword gently. He is more and more satisfied.
"Stubborn little fellow, carry it away!"
"Elder Xie." Ye Chen saluted again and walked out of the Lingqi Pavilion carrying the sky que.
As soon as he went out, he was surprised. His disciples passed by. First, they took a look at Ye Chen, and then at the tianque sword that ye Chen was carrying. All of them could not help pointing at Ye Chen."Who is this boy! I haven't seen it. Are you a new intern? "
"The sword he was carrying should be tianque."
"It seems that I have a lot of strength! Even if the cultivation is weak, the brain is not very normal. "
Ye Chen ignored these people's comments directly. He had a feeling that the sky que sword was not simple. Compared with those low-level spirit weapons, he would prefer to choose the tianque sword, which he carried on his body every day, which was also helpful to his cultivation.
"Why? People of Zhengyang sect. " I do not know who, came a light Yi, people around look at the sky.
There, another huge flying sword across, standing above three people, a middle-aged beautiful woman, a beautiful beauty, and a handsome young man.
"What are the Zhengyang people doing here?" Someone asked in doubt.
"You don't know. In three months' time, there will be three big matches between Zhengyang sect, Qingyun sect and Hengyue sect. People from Zhengyang sect seem to be discussing Dabi affairs."
"That sister-in-law is beautiful, like a fairy daughter."
Ye Chen didn't hear a word from the people around him. His eyes were on the sky. More accurately, he put it on the beautiful beauty on the flying sword. Her clothes were fluttering. Otherwise, she would be like a mortal banishment, holy and flawless.
Isn't she just Ji ningshuang of Zhengyang sect?
"I didn't expect to see you so soon." Ye Chen murmured, in the dark and deep eyes, there is complexity and indifference, "I will kill back one day."
Maybe I feel that someone is looking at himself. Ji ningshuang on the flying sword can't help but look back at the bottom. At this moment, ye Chen has already disappeared in the crowd.
"It's so familiar." Ji ningshuang whispered.
"What's the matter, younger martial sister."
"It's OK."