Chapter 37: The Armory
Somewhere in the sect, after receiving the transmission, the transmission stone in his hand was thrown out by Li Feng.
"He must die!" After a moment, the fierceness in Li Feng's eyes became more and more condensed.
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Lu Lanxuan and Nangong Ye entered the Armory Pavilion from the entrance of the cave, and a heat wave came to their faces before they could go deeper.
Lu Lanxuan, who was on the side, explained: "Under this mountain peak is an earth fire vein, and the reason why the Armory Pavilion is here is also because of this vein. ”
"The quality of the fire veins in this place ......," Nangong Ye stood not far from the entrance, closing his eyes and feeling the heat wave.
Lu Lanxuan was a little proud: "Such an earth fire vein will not exceed five on the Water Pole Star. ”
Go deep into the bottom of the cave and you will arrive at the Armory Pavilion.
The space in front of you is at least ten feet high, and you can't see the edge at a glance.
There are only three pavilions in the large space, and the middle one is two heads higher than the other two.
"Senior brother, these three pavilions can choose weapons. Lu Lanxuan said: "Although our Tianxuan Sword Sect has a sword character in its name, it is involved in our sect except for the way of the sword. ”
On the Water Pole Star, the three sects are dominant, and if such a large sect only cultivates one, it may not be as large and powerful as it is now.
Lu Lanxuan took Nangong Ye into the tallest pavilion among them.
"The quality and grade of this tallest pavilion are the best, much higher than the other two. Lu Lanxuan walked into the pavilion and explained: "And to enter this one under our feet, you need at least the identity of an inner disciple. ”
Walking through the door, a young man stopped the two with a loud voice.
"Senior Sister Lu, who is this junior brother?"
Looking at the disciple in front of him, Lu Lanxuan smiled and said, "This is the Nangong Ye junior disciple of the inner gate. ”
This person had never seen Nangong Ye in the inner gate before, but since Senior Sister Lu Lanxuan said it, there would be no fake.
The young man opened his mouth and asked, "What kind of weapon is Senior Brother Nangong here to choose?"
"Pick a swordsman. Nangong Ye replied.
The young man said, "Then please come with me." ”
Lu Lanxuan followed behind the two and walked towards the depths of the pavilion.
The further he went, the more Nangong Ye discovered that this place was unusual.
There was a spiral staircase that went up to the ground, and the heat that covered the whole body was getting thicker and heavier, but it was only the edge of the veins of earth and fire.
There will be a platform for every dozen or so levels.
And there will be a wooden door above each platform.
Looking at Nangong Ye looking down in front of him, Lu Lanxuan explained: "This step extends to the ground, and that is the key to the Weapon Pavilion, that is, the place where the weapon is refined. ”
As if he had lost interest, Nangong Ye no longer looked down at the pitch darkness below.
After walking up about a hundred steps, the young man leading the way in front finally stopped, turned around and said, "This is the place where the inner disciple can choose the highest grade." ”
With that, he took out a bunch of keys from the storage bag and opened the wooden door.
Walking inside and passing through the entrance, the depth is at least dozens of zhang, and there are countless weapons placed in it.
Even... There are some weapons whose breath has even reached the level of spiritual treasures.
"Choose a swordsman here, junior brother come with me. The young man was a little surprised by Nangong Ye's reaction.
Many disciples who first arrived at the Armory Pavilion to choose weapons would be stunned for a long time, but Nangong Ye's expression remained indifferent at all.
Walking to an area where swordsmen were placed, the forbidden aura it exuded was more than ten times greater than that of the Li family in Heavenly Wind City.
Although they are all spiritual weapons and spiritual weapons, the techniques and cultivation of the person refining them will have a huge impact on the ultimate power of the weapon.
Just like the Divine Emperor and the Qi Realm performing the same Qi Realm exercises, the power and artistic conception can never be compared.
Nangong Ye did not directly walk towards the sword soldier with the most powerful breath, but felt it carefully with his fingertips after the young man opened every prohibition.
“... It's not bad, but it feels like something is missing."
"This breath is a little weaker..."
As soon as his fingers touched a pitch-black sword soldier, a subtle feeling spread from the bottom of Nangong Ye's heart.
The heavenly space at the heart pulse also rippled, and it seemed that the variety was also reminding Nangong Ye.
And when Nangong Ye wanted to pick up this black sword, he found that if he didn't use the vitality in his body, he even... Can't pick it up.
With a soft snort, he picked up the black sword with all his strength.
Nangong Ye didn't hesitate at all, turned to the young man and said, "It's this sword!"
The young man on the side had a slightly strange face, because the aura of this sword was not prominent, and its origin was unknown.
Although after the appraisal of the elders in the sect, it can be determined that this sword is at the level of a spiritual treasure.
But apart from its weight, this sword has no characteristics compared to other spiritual treasures.
"Junior brother, don't you want to look at anything else?" the young man asked.
There was no doubt in his tone, Nangong Ye pinched the hilt of the sword and said, "No need, just this one!"
Looking at Nangong Ye, who looked satisfied, the young man did not ask again.
"Then please put the identity card on top of this prohibition. The young man pointed to a black stone road.
Slowly put the identity card on the black stone, and after the prohibition was completely gone, the young man said: "Okay, this time the junior brother has used up the opportunity for the promotion to get a weapon for free." ”
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Put away the black sword, Nangong Ye planned to return to his courtyard and ponder it.
Walking out of the hole, there was no heat of the earth fire vein, and I felt the coolness of the outside world.
"Do you want to go back?" Lu Lanxuan asked.
"Well, go back and think about swordsmanship. With that, he raised his leg and walked in the direction of the other courtyard.
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The man who was not far away from before still did not leave, looking at the two people who were walking away from afar, and squeezed the sound transmission stone in his hand again.
Somewhere in the sect.
After Li Feng received the transmission, the green tendons on the back of his hand were exposed, and he crushed the transmission stone in his hand vigorously.
“... He must die!!"
The appearance of Nangong Ye was not just as simple as one more genius in the sect for him.
Before Nangong Ye entered the General Sect, although Li Feng was not liked by Xu Rong, at least he was okay on the surface, but now he invited Lu Lanxuan several times and was rejected by Xu Rong.
For the current Li Feng, it is not only his cultivation resources, his status in the sect, and his reputation that are threatened...... Even the opportunity to be with the woman of his heart has decreased.
In the past, there were countless people who admired and fell in love with Lu Lanxuan, but most of them buried it deep in their hearts.
Because Lu Lanxuan is the woman he Li Feng has a crush on, and he is the only grandson of Li Dehou, the Taishang of the sect.
Since Nangong Ye appeared, his chances of contact with Lu Lanxuan have plummeted, and the woman he likes has been traveling in pairs with others recently, which undoubtedly touched his reverse scales!
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After saying goodbye to Lu Lanxuan, Nangong Ye returned to his empty courtyard.
"I don't know how Rou'er is now. Nangong Ye squinted: "Don't let me know who did it, otherwise..."
It wasn't until a breeze blew that Nangong Ye's thoughts were interrupted.
"The important thing is cultivation and strength!" clenched his fists tightly.