"Not for sale!"

After Fang Shaobai came back to his senses, he said categorically. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info [full text reading]

Just kidding, an inner disciple is only just getting started, and this time he has the opportunity to enter the arsenal of the inner martial arts hall and pick a martial art jade slip at random, take it out but sell it, how can it be.

However, Fang Shaobai also pondered.

Such strange things are mostly mixed with some domineering logic behind the scenes. Otherwise, how could these people come to ask each other knowing that it is impossible for others to sell them? Why did Duan Muyun seem so embarrassed?

Fang Shaobai was even thinking that these three groups of people probably didn't appear here by chance, but they were just squatting here at all, just waiting for every new inner door disciple to enter the inner gate, blocking the road halfway, it was no different from robbery.

"Okay!"

Duan Muyun also seemed to have guessed that Fang Shaobai would give such an answer, and he didn't explain, he directly turned around and walked back to convey Fang Shaobai's meaning to the three groups of people. Sure enough, the three groups of people were very unhappy, and they threw very annoyed eyes at Fang Shaobai from a distance, and some people even stretched out their fingers and pointed at Fang Shaobai, faintly warning Fang Shaobai to be careful.

Fang Shaobai smiled coldly, how could he care about the intimidation of these old fritters who thought they had been in the business for a long time, if they didn't come to provoke the master, they didn't care about breaking your hands and feet like tearing Xu Yunming.

After these episodes, Fang Shaobai's mood was not so happy, he felt that this sect was too big, there were really all kinds of bird disciples, and the giant sect on the surface was really full of all kinds of conflicts of interest in the dark.

If you want to rise in such a sect, oh no, it should be survival, or self-reliance, without strong strength, you will only be bullied again and again. Not to mention dignity, it may be time to lose your life.

After all, the three groups of people did not have direct contact with Fang Shaobai, and turned to leave. Fang Shaobai didn't care about himself either, and converged with Duan Muyun and continued to the Inner Martial Hall Arsenal. On the road, Mu Yun was always frowning and worried.

Fang Shaobai knew that Duan Muyun's worries were probably related to the three groups of people just now. But he didn't ask, he didn't think it was necessary, some things were only convincing if they happened.

Soon, Fang Shaobai finally met Sun Qi, the elder of the Inner Martial Arts Arsenal.

Sun Qi is an inconspicuous-looking old man, thin and thin, and he must be the kind that can be ignored casually in the crowd.

But with the keen perception of the martial soul, Fang Shaobai could still feel that there was a very terrifying energy hidden in his thin body, like an atomic bomb wrapped in paper.

Fang Shaobai didn't dare to underestimate this old man at all.

Sun Qi looked like he had just woken up, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes were a little drowsy. But for some reason, Fang Shaobai felt that there was light in his eyes, which was very sharp.

Sun Qi didn't say much, he only asked Fang Shaobai for two things, one was the identity card of the inner disciple that Fang Shaobai had just arrived, and the same was the certificate to enter the arsenal of the Inner Martial Hall.

Fang Shaobai handed over these two things, and after Sun Qi distinguished the authenticity, he took away the voucher for entering the arsenal, returned the identity jade plate to Fang Shaobai, and opened the door to the arsenal for Fang Shaobai.

The whole process seemed very simple, but in fact, it made Fang Shaobai secretly break out in a cold sweat.

He could feel that around this arsenal, in addition to Sun Qi, there were faintly several pairs of invisible eyes staring at him, and it was only ten steps from him walking around Sun Qi to the gate of the arsenal, but it was like walking in a muddy swamp, and it was difficult to walk.

It was not real pressure, but it was an invisible pressure that was more terrible than real pressure, which was bred from the bottom of Fang Shaobai's own heart.

After stepping into the arsenal, the door was instantly closed, and sixteen lights lit up in the dim arsenal one after another to illuminate everything in the arsenal, and then Fang Shaobai felt that the pressure disappeared a lot, and his attention was immediately attracted by everything in the arsenal.

The furnishings in the arsenal are very simple, just some shelves. The shelves are marked with metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness, representing the nine categories of the nine major systems of martial artists.

Fang Shaobai glanced over and couldn't help but swallow his mouth, there are really a lot of martial arts jade slips here, conservatively estimated that it should be more than two thousand, this value is absolutely immeasurable. Putting these jade slips outside the sect will definitely make countless small families red-eyed.

Fang Shaobai didn't dare to commit any greed.

In this seemingly empty arsenal, I don't know how many masters secretly pay attention to his every move, but if he is a little greedy, it will only bring disaster to himself.

People can be stupid, but they can't be stupid.

"Boy, you only have one chance to choose a martial art, it will take half an hour, and you will leave immediately after picking."

At this moment, an indifferent voice rang out, echoing through the arsenal, and it was impossible to discern where it came from.

Fang Shaobai could hear it, this voice was urging, impatient, saying that it was half an hour, it would definitely be half an hour, beyond this time, he hadn't picked the martial art he wanted, he would definitely be thrown out of the arsenal by the hidden masters here.

Fang Shaobai quickly responded: "Yes!" ”

This quickly walked towards the shelf marked "gold".

When he came, he had already thought that he only had a chance to be a martial artist, so naturally he had to choose one of his current four talents, fire, wood, earth, and gold, especially the gold system. Fang Shaobai didn't have any gold-based martial arts on his body so far, which was equivalent to having an empty gold-system cultivation and not being able to exert it, which was a serious waste.

Therefore, Fang Shaobai's primary target was the gold martial arts.

Fang Shaobai had already thought about it, first pick the gold system, if there was really no desirable gold system martial arts, then pick the other three.

The entire gold shelf, the gold martial arts jade slip hundreds. Fang Shaobai flipped through it, and quickly determined the range of these martial arts grades through the number on the martial arts jade slip, and they were actually between the peak of the initial stage of the Suzhou product.

There is nothing lower than the Su Pin, and there is no Chen Pin in Fang Shaobai's imagination. To be honest, Fang Shaobai was really a little disappointed.

Of course, he came here in the hope of getting a Chenpin. Because he now has the strength to go to Wuchen Pin. Chenpin's martial arts skills are complete, and his combat effectiveness has definitely improved a lot.

If you don't have a Chen product, then pick a lodging product at the pinnacle.

Fang Shaobai finally locked on a gold-based martial art, and through a slight touch of consciousness, he spied a little, the gold-based martial art in this jade slip was called "Qingyin Micro Sword Evil".

This martial art belongs to the sword martial art, in addition to the strong power of its own martial art, there is also a little weird effect that Fang Shaobai likes very much.

The strange effect lies in the word "Qingyin".

When this martial art is used to perform with a sword, it can emit a strange sound wave, which is inaudible to ordinary people, and only people with a high enough soul realm can feel it subtly with a strong soul perception.

Sensing that every time a small slow beat, the clean sound microwave will directly affect the soul of the enemy with an extremely terrifying penetrating power, forming a dizzying effect.

Don't look at this little dizziness, it doesn't seem to hurt. But if two evenly matched masters are fighting, this small dizziness will become a fatal loophole, and the person's head has been split open while he is still dizzy.

"That's it!"

Fang Shaobai silently held the jade slip in his hand, looked up at the surroundings, and said in a loud voice: "Senior, junior has already picked out the martial arts. ”

"Then you go!"

The person who was hidden in the darkness did not hold back, and after a faint response, he fell into silence, as if he had never spoken.

"Masters like to pretend to be mysterious like this." Fang Shaobai muttered secretly in his heart, and he didn't feel that he had any need to continue to stay in the arsenal, so he walked towards the door where he came.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a sudden change occurred, and a scream sounded, and the place where the scream sounded was in this arsenal.

Fang Shaobai was taken aback, could it be an enemy attack, someone infiltrated the arsenal to kill the master sitting in the arsenal, how perverted is that?

Fang Shaobai instinctively defended.

At this time, I heard an anxious voice sound, "Senior Brother Lan, what's wrong with you, did the injury attack again?" ”

The screams came suddenly but quickly became weak, and a few intermittent wheezing sounds were faintly heard, and after a few breaths, an old voice sounded, "I'm fine, I'm injured, Senior Brother Jun don't have to worry." ”

Only then did Fang Shaobai understand that it was the master of the arsenal who had an old illness on his body, and he suddenly had an attack. But listening to the voice, this person with an old illness seems to be the one who has spoken out of indifference since he entered the arsenal.

"Hey, why hasn't this kid left yet? Senior Brother Jun, open the door for him..."

"yes, okay."

A slight voice fell, and suddenly there was an additional figure in the corner, but it was an old man in white with a cold expression. Fang Shaobai didn't see how he appeared. But since the person has appeared, as a junior, he has no reason not to pay tribute.

So, Fang Shaobai took the initiative to step forward and salute, and by the way, he cared about the person with an old disease. After all, it's a junior, and when I heard the conversation just now, it seemed rude not to ask and care.

"Thank you, Elder Jun, Elder Lan, he's fine."

This is just a kind of etiquette to be observed as a junior.

Unexpectedly, the old man in white seemed very impatient, as if he suspected Fang Shaobai of talking too much, and snorted coldly: "Old disease, martial soul injury, you said that something is okay?" Now that you have taken the martial arts, you should hurry up. ”

Of course, Fang Shaobai was very uncomfortable when he heard this, and thought to himself, Nima's, the master is out of politeness, otherwise you will be the master with love, who knows who you are with whom?

But as soon as I thought about it, I pondered the eight words "old diseases, the wounds of the martial soul", and my heart couldn't help but move slightly.

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