After Lingchen was brought back by Fu Li, his whole face was pale, his hair was even more messy, and there were even a few leaves mixed in his hair.

Mu Shi glanced at Lingchen coldly, turned his head, and walked in front of the team, only Lingxuan sorted out his image for him and fed him some elixirs to restore his aura, and Lingchen's body gradually returned to its original state.

This time, Lingchen learned to be obedient, he didn't say anything, he just followed behind Lingxuan, and didn't ask anything more.

Fu Li's movements were very fast, and Ling Xuan didn't have time to ask Ling Chen for details, so he had to follow Fu Li's footsteps closely.

"Here, please come with me." Fu Li stopped in front of a palace with people, he stepped forward and slowly pushed the door open.

But behind the door was a pitch-black hole, swallowing up all the light, but the hole seemed to have spirituality, absorbing the breath of several people in the air, and only slowly disappeared after confirming it.

"Remember, all the high-grade weapons in the Lingyi Sect are in the Hidden Arsenal, but if the sect master doesn't personally save your breath, even if he opens the door with brute force, it will be useless, but he will be swallowed by the dry bone phantom array laid by the sect master, and there will not even be any scum left." Fu Li still looked indifferent, and turned around and entered the Tibetan Arsenal.

Mu Shi reminded him on the side.

"Follow in his footsteps, or you will bear the consequences."

Ling Xuan and the others hurriedly followed, until they reached the inner room, and the silent Ling Chen finally couldn't help but say a word.

"The Hidden Armor Pavilion doesn't look very big on the outside, why is it so big on the inside?"

Fu Li said lightly: "This is the inner room of the Tibetan Arsenal, which is divided into three layers, the mysterious weapon is in the first two layers, this time the selection of weapons, you can only choose the first two floors by yourself, if you have no chance with some weapons, do not force those who have no fate, and only after getting the approval of the weapons can you take them out of the Tibetan Arsenal, next, you choose by yourself, two hours, here with the collection of the mysterious weapons you picked." ”

Fu Li gave an order, and it can be said that almost at the same moment, Ling Xuan and Ling Chen disappeared without a trace.

"Lingxuan, wait for me!" Not to be outdone, Lingrou chased after her, but unfortunately, she didn't catch up, so Lingrou had to walk aside hatefully.

Before Lingchen could go to find Lingxuan, he was hit aside by a spiritual power, and Mu Shi's voice came.

"You are not allowed to travel in groups in the Tibetan Arsenal, and if you commit it again, you will be disqualified from selecting mysterious weapons!"

Lingchen seemed to have pressed the pause button, and stiffly fell to the footsteps of continuing to find Lingxuan.

This guy has a grudge against me! Been looking for my fault.

……

Ling Xuan didn't know what was going on, after he turned around the first layer, he found that there was no mysterious weapon that could resonate with him, and he didn't stay too long on the first layer, and went directly to the second layer.

Mu Shi stood on the top floor at this time, looked at Ling Xuan, who had stayed on the first floor for a while, and muttered.

"Waste of time."

"The second layer is really different, it is worthy of being a place to warm and cultivate the mysteries." Ling Xuan took a deep breath, the aura in the air was very thick, just by breathing again, Ling Xuan felt that his cultivation was faintly loosened.

"The Heavenly Ice Sword, the Turing Sword, the Black Wood Ding, what are they?" Ling Xuan looked at the name of the sign under the mysterious weapon, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

The mysteries on the second floor are really diverse.

A buzzing sound attracted Ling Xuan, and he was the only one on the second floor, quiet, and the sound was easy to hear.

Waiting for Ling Xuan to follow the voice, what he saw in front of him was that Ling Xuan's eyes lost color.

This is a set of armor, the workmanship is exquisite, but the armor as a whole is not complicated, and it is also very convenient to wear. It can even be worn as soft armor on the body.

"Xuanyue Armor, an intermediate-level Xuan weapon, can resist the full force of the Jindan Stage Monk every day, and half of the Void Stage Monk's attack."

As a mysterious weapon, the level is second only to the heavenly weapon, but it only resists the blow of the Jindan stage monk, and for the monk above the void stage, it is really a bit chicken.

But for the current Lingxuan, it is just right.

"It's you." Ling Xuan smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to take out the Xuanyue armor in the aura cover, but his hand was blown away by the sudden explosion of aura.

"Don't approve of me? Then I will let you take the initiative to confess me as Lord, and I will see who else you can confess as Lord besides me! The aura under Ling Xuan's eyes skyrocketed, his white fingers were wrapped in a rich aura, and layers of light fell off, as if he had peeled off the shell.

The aura shield didn't hold on after all, and after Ling Xuan didn't know how many times it was peeled off, the thin layer shattered with a snap.

The aura between Ling Xuan's fingers did not dissipate, but was condensed stronger, because next, the contact was with the intermediate mystical weapon, although the skill was a little chicken, but where is the level, below the heavenly weapon, above the earthly weapon.

To Ling Xuan's surprise, there was no trace of aura on the surface of the Xuanyue armor, and the entire Xuanyue armor seemed to have spiritual sense, as if it wanted to escape after being caught, but it was held tightly by Ling Xuan, and the whole Xuanyue weapon hummed even more.

It's a pity that Lingxuan's cultivation is not enough now, and he can't hear that the hum of Xuanyue Armor is its own instrument, like a child's crisp voice, but in this voice, there is a faint cry, as if he is crying something.

"You bad guy, you said okay to give me a vacation for a while! It's only been a long time, and I'm going to be arrested and returned to work as a coolie again, you bad guy, let me go! ”

Ling Xuan clutched the buzzing Xuanyue armor, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Woo woo woo, let go of me, what about the freedom, how long have I rested, the moment you came in, I said I wouldn't let you choose me, you promised it well, you don't talk about credit, bad guy!"

Ling Xuan was still unmoved, and even grabbed the Xuanyue armor with two hands.

After struggling for a while, Xuan Yue Kai lost his strength and obediently quieted down in Ling Xuan's arms.

"Already like this, isn't it? I know that you are already psychic, you can understand me, you recognize me as Lord, I just want you to surrender to me for a while, and after that, I will put you back in your place, okay? ”

The child's voice sounded, but the crying in the voice disappeared, replaced by surprise.

"Don't you know me? I didn't recognize the wrong person, I can feel this guy's soul breath even if I can't smell it, hey, hey, you don't know me now, so can't I be funny? The children's voice gradually became crisp and pleasant, but Lingxuan, who couldn't hear it, trembled inexplicably, and grabbed Xuanyue armor and left as if fleeing.

In this place, there is an aura that makes people's souls tremble, probably because of the level suppression, and Ling Xuan quickly left as soon as he got the weapon in his hand.