"You damn bastard!"

The little fat man waved his windmill-like arms and gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger.

"Master doesn't care about you anymore. ”

Seeing that he couldn't hurt Han Lin for a long time, the little fat man simply put his arm down, slapped off Han Lin's fingers on his forehead again, and sat back on the pony in a huff.

Han Lin didn't care about him, and went to these wooden shelves on his own to choose a magic weapon that suited him.

Although Han Lin didn't know which words he said that annoyed this little fat man, Han Lin didn't want to cause trouble, after all, according to this little fat man, his father should be the town guard elder here.

Adhering to the principle that more is better than less, Han Lin decided to settle the matter, otherwise, when the little fat man made a move, Han Lin had already made a move, and this person should also lie on the ground.

At this moment, Han Lin looked at the dazzling array of magic weapons, and fell into hesitation, knowing that the selection of magic weapons must be suitable for monks, so that they can be used easily.

For example, this flying sword, Han Lin observed for a moment, this sword has a three-foot body, made of meteorite beyond the starry sky, majestic and amazing. Han Lin picked it up, held it in his hand, a cold intent surged into his hand, he tried to swing it, and after injecting spiritual power, the tip of this sword shone brightly, as if there was a spirit in it.

Han Lin flicked the tip of the sword, and the sword body made a crisp sound, like the melodious sound of the piano. After a moment, Han Lin sighed lightly and put the flying sword back on the wooden frame.

Although this sword is good, it has a trace of solemnity and a trace of gentleness, which is not in line with Han Lin's wishes.

"The Eye of the Ancients. ”

Han Lin turned his head to look at the eyeball-like magic weapon again, and softly read the name of the object.

The Ancient Daoist was an evil cultivator who crisscrossed the Jiang Kingdom's cultivation realm three hundred years ago, and his strength was unfathomable, and he had reached Jindan.

The exercises that this person practiced were extremely strange, and they were all in his right eye. It is rumored that his right eye is always closed, and if it is opened, someone will die because of it.

In the past, in order to cultivate this method, a massacre was launched in the territory of Jiang Country, he slaughtered the people of a city, pumped their souls, refined them into a powerful ghost, and turned into a right eye.

The royal family of Jiang Guo was helpless, and asked the elders of the Lingyue Sect to make a move, and at that time, it was the law enforcement elder of the Lingyue Sect who made a move, Zilin Zhenren.

Zilin Zhenren chased and killed the ancient Daoist in the territory of Jiang Country for seven days and seven nights, and finally caught up with this person on the border line. In that battle, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon shifted, and the ancient Daoist opened his right eye, which was known as invincible, but he was still defeated by Zilin.

In the end, Zi Lin brought back the right eye of the Ancient Daoist and said that this person had been destroyed, and the matter was over.

And the right eye of this ancient Daoist was also left in the Treasure Pavilion, waiting for the sect disciples to choose.

Originally, in terms of the eyeballs of the Jindan period monks, it was also a treasure, but this thing was originally used to hurt people with the unjust souls in it, but the unjust souls in the eyeballs were turned away by Zilin Zhenren, and there was no essence and blood of the ancient Daoist people to maintain, this eyeball has long lost its previous power.

Therefore, this item has been placed in this treasure pavilion for hundreds of years, and no disciple has ever taken it away. Han Lin thought about it again and again, but he was unwilling to take this eyeball, after all, this thing was a little ominous, and Han Lin was afraid that after carrying it on his body, there would be bad consequences.

"Nine-leaf flying knife. ”

Han Lin turned his head to look at the other magic weapon on the wooden frame, to be precise, it was not one, but a flying knife with nine shapes and the same appearance.

This flying knife is no more than the size of a palm, the tip of the knife is sharp, and it seems to have infinite power.

This knife is cast by the elders of the sect, and is made of the cold iron of the West Pole, cold as ice, cold as snow.

It's just that this knife has a lot of restrictions, and it has to be sacrificed to the altar for seven days before it can be used, and it has to be refined with the user's essence blood before it can be used.

Moreover, there are only nine knives, and one less is used with one, which means that it can only be used nine times in total, and this knife cannot be used against people who are higher than their own realm.

This knife is also not in line with Han Lin's wishes, after all, it is a consumable, and the magic weapon that Han Lin wants to choose is best to use it all the time.

It's just that there are so many magic weapons here, and for a while, Han Lin didn't know which magic weapon to choose......

The little fat man sitting on the horse was originally angry, and he was sulking, and he wanted to cut Han Lin with a thousand knives in his heart, but he couldn't beat Han Lin, so he could only think about it in his heart.

At this moment, when he saw that Han Lin had searched for no avail, and when he fell into hesitation, his eyes suddenly rolled, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little fat man bounced up from the maza, he rubbed his palms, a fat face was full of smiles, and greeted Han Lin,

"Ahem!"

He coughed dryly twice, waking up Han Lin in deep thought.

Han Lin retracted his mind, and what caught his eye was a fat face wrinkled into a daisy, and he was moved, and he didn't know what tricks this little fat man was doing.

"This senior brother, it's just a small misunderstanding. ”

The little fat man blinked, trying to make a harmless appearance of humans and animals, but he didn't know that his trick had been clearly seen by Han Lin.

Han Lin didn't expose it at the moment, he also wanted to see what tricks this little fat man could do.

He nodded slightly.

When the little fat man saw Han Lin nodding, the smile on his face was even worse, as if he had encountered something very gratifying, he continued,

"I've just seen Senior Brother choose here for a long time, and I haven't picked the magic weapon I like, Master! No, Senior Brother, I've been in this Treasure Pavilion for a while. ”

The little fat man smiled dryly, and his eyes seemed to be shining,

"So junior brother, I think I know all about the magic weapon in this treasure pavilion, and I can be regarded as an apology for what I did just now, junior brother, I am willing to choose a suitable magic weapon for my senior brother. ”

The little fat man respectfully clenched his fists and bowed, looking very funny.

Han Lin carefully looked at the little fat man for a moment, until there were beads of sweat dripping from the little fat man's forehead, and then Han Lin spoke,

"Okay, thank you, junior brother. ”

If Han Lin hadn't seen this little fat man's cunning eyes, he would probably have been deceived by his respectful appearance. However, Han Lin didn't have anything else to do at the moment, and on a whim, he wanted to tease him for a while.

"Okay, then please come with me. ”

The little fat man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart,

"No matter how smart you are, the master will let you go back empty-handed today. ”

"Just find a useless magic weapon and stuff it into him, so that he knows the fate of offending the master. ”

A cold glint flashed in the little fat man's eyes, this person dared to offend him, and he must regret it.

As soon as he thought of this, the little fat man felt that his thoughts were clear, fluttering, and even the operation of his spiritual power was a little faster.

The two of them turned left and right in the Treasure Pavilion, and they would not reach the third floor of the attic.

The magic weapons in the attic on the third floor are much less, and they are placed more casually, and each magic weapon is covered with dust, and it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

Han Lin pretended to look at the little fat man in confusion, he stretched out his index finger and wiped it on the wooden frame in front of him, and in an instant a thick layer of dust was on his fingers......

"Senior brother, this place is the most mysterious place in the Treasure Pavilion. ”

The little fat man laughed dryly and said with a serious face,

"The more powerful magic weapons in the sect are all here, and I wouldn't bring him in with ordinary disciples, if it weren't for the sake of apologizing to my senior brother, I wouldn't have opened the door of this attic. ”