[Chapter Word Count:2107 Last Updated:2015-04-2710:00:07.0]

Ye Chuan walked behind and followed Zhu Sijia into the Armory Pavilion.

The Armory Pavilion doesn't look big, but there is a hole in it. Most of the swords and armor placed on the first layer are ordinary swords and armor, and the second layer is sealed with the treasures used by the monks, flying swords, glass armor, and moon-chasing bows...... , all kinds of treasures are available, and they are all displayed together. The treasure of the third layer of sealing is even more powerful, but unfortunately, even Zhu Sijia has no right to go up.

Although the Cloud Mist Sect is declining, it is a sect with an ancient inheritance after all, and its foundation is still there. Many of the treasures sealed in the Armory Pavilion require a monk to be sevenfold, or even a realm above the True Human Realm.

"The treasures of the first and second layers, you can choose, hurry up, I'm in a hurry. Zhu Sijia urged, after choosing a weapon, she would send Ye Chuan to Ziyun Peak, she was already a little impatient.

Ye Chuan didn't hear it, and he didn't care about Zhu Sijia's urging, and walked slowly in front of one weapon after another. Pick up a treasure from time to time, gently touch the rune on it with your fingertips, then put it down and walk to the next treasure. There are many treasures sealed here, many of which he is vaguely familiar with, and they were given to the Ghost Hand Medicine King back then.

Unexpectedly, millions of years later, I stood in front of these treasures again, and it was really a creation to make people.

"Qingmang Flying Sword, a yellow-level treasure, kills people for thousands of miles without leaving blood, and is the top grade in the flying sword. Ye Chuan picked up a droplet-shaped flying sword and looked at it.

"Cold water stinger, a Xuan-level treasure, specializing in breaking the spiritual power and heavy armor of the body, for killers. Ye Chuan picked up a three-edged thorn, and Leng Sensen's murderous aura came to his face, a long, long time ago, the scene of killing a top assassin came to mind. For a long time, just when Zhu Sijia thought he was going to take this treasure, Ye Chuan put down the three-edged thorn and continued to walk forward.

"Vajra, a yellow-level treasure, a special method for overcoming evil demons, a sharp weapon of Buddhism. Ye Chuan paused slightly and walked towards the next treasure.

......

Ye Chuan walked very slowly, and almost saw the treasures on the first and second floors of the entire Armory Pavilion, but he was still empty-handed.

"Hey, when are you going to pick?"

Zhu Sijia pouted, like the elixir, the treasure can also be divided into four levels: Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang. Even if it is a monk, it would be good to have a yellow-level treasure to protect himself, Ye Chuan is reluctant to even have the realm of a martial artist, and he still picks and chooses like this, what does he want to do? Zhu Sijia was very dissatisfied, "You are now at most a martial artist, let alone a Xuan-level treasure, even if you get a yellow-level treasure, you can't urge it." There are so many treasures, and none of them have entered your old man's eyes?"

"It's really not, the grade is too low, don't do it. Forget it, just the broom at the door!"

Ye Chuan told the truth.

Any of these treasures can cause a bloody storm when they are put outside, but to him, they are really nothing. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given it away casually. It's just that his truth is a complete lie to Zhu Sijia.

"Hmph, obviously I don't have the ability to urge, and I said that the grade is too low to look down on, and I only say good things, and sure enough, people are afraid of faceless ghosts!" Zhu Sijia muttered quietly, not afraid that Ye Chuan would hear it, and became more and more dissatisfied.

"Little girl, let's go!"

Ye Chuan smiled faintly and walked out of the Armory Pavilion with a broom.

Behind him, an old man guarding the Armory Pavilion looked at Ye Chuan's back and shook his head. At the beginning, seeing that Ye Chuan said everything he had done when he saw a treasure, he thought that he had finally opened his mind and began to exert his strength in the later stage. It's a pity, Xiuwei is really miserable, and even the little handyman who sweeps the floor outside is not as good, even if he has the opportunity, he still pretends to be high, and he puts the best treasures, don't just carry away a broom that no one wants, it's really hopeless.

Accepting such a person as an apprentice, and being named a big disciple of the sect, the head of the sect is really confused!

The old man shook his head and sighed. It's not just that the head of the sect is old, but the luck of the entire Cloud Mist Sect is gone, and it's not as good as a year after year. How could more than 20,000 high-quality pills be handed over in a moment? It seems that the Cloud Mist Sect will not be able to overcome this difficult time this year.

Zhu Sijia walked very fast, and when he arrived, he even simply took out the flying sword and stepped on it and flew through the air, leaving Ye Chuan far behind. Looking at Ye Chuan, who was slowly climbing the mountain on the ground like a snail, he finally raised his eyebrows and let out a sullen breath. After deliberately flying far away, he pretended to be impatient to wait, and then turned a big corner and stepped on the flying sword to Ye Chuan, "Hey, can you go faster? If you go like this, you won't be able to reach Ziyun Peak tomorrow!"

Zhu Sijia's face was impatient, but secretly he was a little complacent, deliberately hanging in the air and condescendingly reprimanded Ye Chuan, scaring and scaring him, and by the way, showing off the flying sword under his feet.

The flying sword under her feet, called the golden-backed glass, was a birthday gift from her grandfather not long ago. It is almost transparent up close, and it flies at high speed like a cloud, bringing up a dazzling golden light in the air, which is extremely gorgeous, and I don't know how many young disciples in the sect drool.

"Tomorrow is tomorrow, I can't walk. ”

Ye Chuan simply didn't leave, and rested on the ground. It didn't look like he was tired, and there was not a drop of sweat on his face, so he was clearly making excuses. The guards nearby looked over and pointed, but Ye Chuan was thick-skinned, so he didn't care at all, and sure enough, his temperament changed greatly after the catastrophe. Zhu Sijia's little plan fell through all of a sudden.

People are not afraid of thick skin, how can they make people ugly?

Zhu Sijia gritted her teeth, and the interest in showing the flying sword under her feet disappeared suddenly, "Hey, are you still leaving?"

"Let's go, let's rest for a while. ”

"It's been half an hour, and you haven't rested enough?"

"I had leg cramps and couldn't walk. Jiajia, why don't you lend me the flying sword under your feet?"

"Phew, you can't borrow you!"

Zhu Sijia was so angry in her heart that she couldn't wait to screw Ye Chuan's head off. Seeing that it was getting late and the sun was about to set, he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, and took Ye Chuan to step on the flying sword and leave. Secretly drumming up the spiritual power in his body, the golden-backed glass under his feet doubled, bringing a golden light in the air.

I wanted to scare Ye Chuan, who didn't know how to cultivate, in the air to see if he dared to provoke himself, but soon, Zhu Sijia found out that he was wrong, and he was frightened in turn. Compared with the elegant figure of the past, it feels unnatural to fly crookedly today.

"Hey, why are you so heavy?" Zhu Sijia, who was standing in front, didn't care about being angry, and was engrossed in controlling the flying sword under his feet, and a drop of sweat oozed from his forehead, feeling a little uncontrollable.

"Senior brother, I am a mortal, of course not as elegant as you monks. ”

Ye Chuan smiled evilly, and hugged Zhu Sijia's thin waist that could be held with one hand, and the bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, looking at Zhu Sijia's side face with a smile. With a hard step under his feet, Zhu Sijia was unstable, and with a scream, the two of them slammed into the cliff below, and after turning a big bend, they barely managed to hold on and rise up, and swept towards Ziyun Peak.