Walking into the Treasure Pavilion, Lu Jingyuan was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him: there were eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, which filled the rows of desks in front of him, reflecting the colorful treasure light. What a treasure house.

On the left side of the attic lay an old man in the open space. The temples are like frost, the crane has a childish face, holding an old book, curled up on the leisure chair, and is looking at it vigorously.

Hearing the sound of Lu Jingyuan's footsteps, the old man glanced up lazily, "Oh! Little doll, where did you come from? ”

Lu Jingyuan had already seen the power of these old men after the previous events, and he didn't dare to show any contempt for the old man in front of him. Maybe this unremarkable old man in front of him is an existence that can wipe out a living being with a snap of his fingers.

"I was the first to walk out of the Wendao Forest by luck, and I was ordered to come to your pavilion to receive a divine weapon as a talisman in the future."

Hearing this, the old man let out a light "huh", raised his head and looked at Lu Jingyuan again, his expression was obviously a little more curious, and said, "You don't look like the descendants of the five major families?"

After getting Lu Jingyuan's affirmation, he continued, "I won't tell you, there are no divine soldiers in the Treasure Pavilion." It is not easy to forge a divine weapon, and it will not be easily placed here for others to choose. There are a few immortal soldiers, so it depends on whether you have this fate. ”

"I'm an elder here, my name is Deng Datong, I shouldn't have told you this. It's just that you have good qualifications, and you are still respectful to me, an old immortal, and I like it in my heart. ”

Lu Jingyuan was flattered and hurriedly thanked him.

Deng Datong waved his hand, "You go and choose a magic weapon." Remember the rules, you are only allowed to pick at this level, and you are not qualified to go up to the second level. ”

After speaking, he no longer ignored Lu Jingyuan, lowered his head and looked at the book again.

Lu Jingyuan raised his eyes and looked at the dazzling array of sharp weapons, he had always only used a sword, how could he tell the good from the bad from the shining magic weapons in front of him? For a moment, I was just stunned.

At this moment, a strange wind rose, like a big hand, guiding him in the direction. He believed in the reins of the horse, let this consciousness be involved, and went all the way.

After a while, when he came to a weapon rack, a peachwood sword was clearly horizontal, red as blood.

Looking at the peachwood sword, he also understood that the things that could be collected here were by no means mundane. But compared with the surrounding swords, guns, swords, and halberds, it is really inconspicuous.

Lu Jingyuan turned around and was about to leave, but he saw that the peachwood sword flew in front of him with a sound of "whoosh" if he was conscious, blocking the way.

With a startled "huh", Lu Jingyuan still chose to leave after a short hesitation.

Even if it gives birth to spirituality, it's just a peachwood sword, and it's barely okay as a pendant, and the practicality is poor. It's useless.

Lu Jingyuan turned around and was about to leave again. The peachwood sword recognized him, and flew in front of him again, and the sword was even more red as blood.

In this way, no matter which direction Lu Jingyuan went, the peachwood sword flew in front of him. He will not be let go. made him so helpless.

"Little doll, all things have spirits, it chooses you, and you will fulfill it. I see that the material of this sword is Taiyi Divine Wood, although it is not a divine weapon, but it is also an immortal weapon. ”

The old man who reads the novel, looking at it this way, seems to see what he sees in front of him is more interesting than in the novel.

Lu Jingyuan's eyes were still flashing with unwillingness, but seeing that this sword was so attached to him, he also stretched out his hand.

Feeling Lu Jingyuan's acceptance, the peachwood sword flew to the other party with a "whoosh-" sound, the sword body was smooth, dusty, red as blood, and there was still a fragrance wafting there.

Lu Jingyuan reached up and gently stroked the sword body. The peachwood sword also obediently accepted the touch, and the sword body was still trembling slightly in the void, and if it had a mouth, it would definitely cry out comfortably.

When Deng Datong saw it, he couldn't help but stroke the goatee with a sparse chin and smiled silently. That look is as if to say: a lover will eventually become a family.

But in reality, he didn't say anything.

Lu Jingyuan gave him a thoughtful look. But because of the other party's tall status, it is inconvenient to attack. He put away his sword, turned around and was about to leave.

"Little doll, this storage ring is mine and yours."

Deng Datong's voice sounded, and a ring spun in the void and flew in front of Lu Jingyuan. If an invisible hand grabs it, it can't fall off.

The ring emitted a purple light, and it was not a mortal thing at first glance, and Lu Jingyuan had no intention of asking for it. How do you explain this to others?

"The elders give it, and you can't say goodbye."

Deng Datong's voice carried a majesty that could not be refused. Lu Jingyuan also accepted this purple light storage ring.

The moment I put on the ring, a lot of information poured into my brain:

The Purple Light Spirit Rhino Ring, a Xuan-level three-grade magic weapon, has 50 compartments of storage space, and can store both spiritual and living things, and has occupied three compartments of space.

While feeling the advanced level of the magic weapon, Lu Jingyuan turned his thoughts slightly, and another message was transmitted: "In the Spirit Rhino Ring, there are three ancient scrolls: "Nine Tricks for Qi Training", "Eight Methods of Puppetry", and "Medicine Sutra". ”

Obviously, it was the old man who gave it along with the savings ring. Lu Jingyuan couldn't help but turn around and glance at him, the other party was just immersed in a book, and he didn't intend to speak. Lu Jingyuan also turned around in amusement and strode towards the door.

Soon it was afternoon, and the test was nearing its end, with the last one left.

As long as you successfully pass this level, you will not only be able to enjoy the resources of the sect for cultivation, but also directly become a disciple of the house, and look through the ancient books and collections within the sect at any time.

This is simply jumping on the branches to become a phoenix, and it is a blessing that ordinary people cannot cultivate in eight lifetimes.

Coming to the head of the archway with "Secret Land" written on it, Song Baiying and his party had already arrived in advance. It was gearing up there, looking eager to try.

The four deacons and elders stood on either side, and one of them, an unusually slender man, with his hands behind his back and a majestic look, said to the crowd:

"In this test, the registered disciples will also participate in it."

As soon as these words came out, they instantly set off a lot of waves in the crowd. Obviously, although these children of the family have good qualifications, they still lack a little heat compared to the registered disciples who have been training in the sect for several years. Those who were a little self-aware were all timid, only Leng Touqing, who didn't know anything, stretched his neck and looked around.

Not long after the elder's words fell, a group of young children in plain clothes walked out from behind the crowd, divided into two groups of people, about a dozen people. He was a few years older and in his early twenties. Judging from the aura, the cultivation will not be low.

"Song Baiying!"

Suddenly, there was a shout, Lu Jingyuan followed the prestige, but it was a strong man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, wearing the purple clothes of a registered disciple, a red gourd hanging from his waist, carrying a machete, and striding towards Song Baiying with a fierce look on his face.

"Who is this man?"

Lu Jingyuan asked Mo Tingxuan next to him, Mo Tingxuan lowered his voice and said, "This is Song Baiying's own brother, who came in a few years ago. It seems that his name is Song Baijiao, and his cultivation is very high, because during that test, he killed a person by mistake and was removed from the list of disciples who entered the room, and it is estimated that he was unwilling to lose such a good talent, so he was recorded in the register of registered disciples. ”

Nodding clearly, Lu Jingyuan had a basic understanding of this man with a murderous aura all over his body.

I don't like it, but I don't dislike it. At least that's the case for now.

Seeing this brother of her own family, the muscles on Song Baiying's face tensed, and disgust swept through her eyes. However, he soon put on a happy face, stepped forward, and said, "Big brother, why are you here?" ”

"Hey! A few years ago, when I was unlucky enough to compete with a group of soft-footed shrimp for the crystal, I started a little harder, and I didn't grasp the ability to scrap people, so I was sent to the registered disciples by the deacon elders. ”

Song Baijiao said lightly. This scared Lu Jingyuan a lot.

You know, the cultivation that can come from Dao Lin is not weak, but he is nicknamed "soft-footed shrimp" by him? It seems that the cultivation is extremely high, and it is not something that can be easily provoked.

Song Baiying's face was pale, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to show her disdain. became more respectful and polite to Song Baijiao, and did not dare to offend easily.

When everyone arrived, the deacon elder explained the rules of this test, and then flicked his robe, and a thunderbolt flashed, splitting a spatial crack in the void.

"This is the entrance to this test, I hope you choose carefully, there are many dangers in the secret realm, once you enter, life and death will be your destiny. If you quit now, you can still be selected as a registered disciple. ”

When the people heard this, nine out of ten became afraid. They looked at each other and were silent for a moment. It's as if waiting to see who will be the first bird.

The air was filled with a strange and oppressive atmosphere.

At this time, even Song Baiying, who had been in the limelight in front of people before, was silent.

He didn't know what was in the spatial rift, but judging from all the signs, it was definitely not good. This is a life of nine deaths.

"Cut, a swarm of soft-footed shrimp!" Song Baijiao saw that everyone was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he snorted lightly, carried a big knife, strode forward, and went to the entrance of the secret realm.

When everyone heard this, they were all furious, annoyed that he had insulted people too much, but they were all afraid of his profound cultivation and did not dare to attack.

Seeing that Song Baijiao took the lead in entering the secret realm, everyone also squeezed up in a disturbance.

Lu Jingyuan also entered the time rift with everyone.