"Hehe, Senior Brother Wang, you just wait here for a while, and I'll take a few new disciples to collect the magic weapons. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Senior Brother Zeng smirked and said: "Senior Brother, I want to remind you, our Dharma Weapon Pavilion is not as good as your Spirit Pill Pavilion, it is forbidden everywhere, but don't run around, be careful of suffering!"

"This doesn't bother Senior Brother Zeng!" Wang Dongming said coldly.

After speaking, Senior Brother Zeng turned his head to look at Qin Ziyang and said, "This junior brother, have you thought about what magic weapon to choose, Senior Brother, I can give you a reference!"

Qin Ziyang sneered in his heart, How dare you, a disciple of a small Qi cultivation period, dare to say that you are not ashamed to choose a magic weapon for me? You know, this king was a refining master in his previous life!

"Don't bother Senior Brother Zeng!"

"Hmph! Toast without eating and drinking!" Senior Brother Zeng snorted coldly and said, "Let's go!"

After speaking, he took Wang Zhuang and the three of them towards the interior of the Magic Weapon Pavilion.

"Senior Brother Qin, be careful!" Wang Dongming whispered to Qin Ziyang.

Qin Ziyang nodded, ignoring the angry eyes of the other two Magic Weapon Pavilion disciples, and naturally followed behind those people.

Soon, several people came to the inside of the Magic Pavilion.

It was a large inner room, with a dozen cabinets more than two people high placed in it, and each cabinet was divided into a dozen small cabinets, and a ritual vessel was placed in each compartment.

If you look at it roughly, there are thousands of pieces.

There was a rapid gasp next to the "Huhu ......", and Wang Zhuang said excitedly: "This ...... These are all magic weapons, there are so many!"

"Of course, Senior Brother Wang, this is the unique magic weapon pavilion of my Shuangling Peak, and our Shuangling Peak has two Jindan ancestors, and the disciples are also the most. The more people there are, the more magic weapons there are!"

"Ah, that's so much!" Wang Zhuang, a tiger-headed child named Wang Hu, also exclaimed: "Senior Brother Zeng, can we all choose the magic weapons here?"

"Of course, come on, come on, Senior Brother will introduce you to these magic weapons!" Senior Brother Zeng said to Wang Zhuang and the others with an enthusiastic face, and he didn't even bother with Qin Ziyang. Even, with Wang Zhuang and the three of them, they walked towards the shelf behind them.

"Senior Brother Wang Zhuang, seeing that you are so strong, Senior Brother will recommend this sledgehammer magic weapon to you! This magic weapon is amazing, it was once a famous magic weapon used by a foundation building uncle of my Shuangling Peak, called Zhenshan Hammer. After injecting the magic weapon, it can form a hammer the size of a house, and no one can hide from it!"

Not far away, Senior Brother Zeng pointed to a hammer the size of an adult's head and said to Wang Zhuang and the others.

"Ah, isn't it so heavy that even I was stoned to death?"

"You stupid, as long as you refine this sledgehammer according to my Qingyang Sect's refining technique, you will be able to lift weights as lightly, and this sledgehammer is like a feather in your hand!"

"In this case, then I will choose this sledgehammer!"

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Wang, how could Senior Brother lie to you!Come on, come on, and this Flying Claw Magic Weapon, which was also a famous magic weapon used by a foundation-building uncle of my Shuangling Peak......"

The figures of several people walked farther and farther away, and soon disappeared behind the shelves.

Qin Ziyang watched coldly, he had scanned it with his divine thoughts when he first entered the Magic Weapon Pavilion, more than ninety percent of the magic weapons here were low-level magic weapons, and more than half of them were abandoned magic weapons.

Although the sledgehammer magic weapon introduced to Wang Zhuang by Senior Brother Zeng was not damaged, it had been used for too long, and the formation inside had reached the verge of collapse.

I believe that this Wang Zhuang really chose this sledgehammer magic weapon, of course, there is no problem with the first few uses, but after he arrives, he will find that there will be a lot of problems with this sledgehammer magic weapon.

When the time comes, you will have to come to this magic weapon pavilion to dig out spirit stones to repair this magic weapon again, or choose a magic weapon again!

Qin Ziyang smiled lightly, not all the magic weapons in this are waste, and there are also a few magic weapons that have a role.

He walked to the third shelf, and in the middle of the bottom layer was a flying sword, which was covered with dust and had a somewhat broken hilt, which looked like a tattered piece.

However, after Qin Ziyang's divine thought scanning and the eyes of hundreds of years of refining masters, although this flying sword was damaged, it was only superficially damaged, its internal formation was intact, and there were eight prohibitions, which was also excellent among low-level magic weapons.

This magic weapon can be repaired as long as it has been tempered by real fire and two or three metal materials are added.

Qin Ziyang's eyes moved slightly, but he still gave up this flying sword and walked towards the other shelves.

This flying sword was not bad among low-level magic weapons, but it was not suitable for Qin Ziyang.

In his previous life, he rarely used flying swords, and the magic weapons he was good at using were some strange-shaped magic weapons made of demon beast bodies. For example, flying claws, ropes, whips and other types of magic weapons.

Again, his main combat power when fighting against the enemy is not a magic weapon, but a blood bone demon!

The Blood Bone Demon is not a zombie type of ghost refined by ordinary corpse alchemy, and when the monk is on the verge of death, he uses a special method to bind his soul in his body, and then refines it through the essence blood of the caster and some treasures.

The Blood Bone Demon can increase its cultivation like a monk, but the way the Blood Bone Demon increases its cultivation is to devour flesh and blood, or it is a demon beast demon pill, a monk Jin Dan, or even a monk's primordial baby!

In his previous life, he had refined a total of nearly a hundred Blood Bone Demons, but in the end, there were only two Blood Bone Demons left with Yuan Infant cultivation!

In order to evolve to the Yuan Infant Stage, these two Blood Bone Demons devoured the Yuan Babies of more than a dozen Yuan Infant Monks, and there were countless Jindan Zhuji Monks!

Shaking his head, Qin Ziyang put his mind back on these low-level magic weapons in the Selection Magic Weapon Pavilion.

Soon, Qin Ziyang looked at all the magic weapons here, and after reading it, his face couldn't help but be a little ugly.

"There are thousands of low-level magic weapons here, and there are only eleven or twelve of them that are intact, not including the first flying sword!" Qin Ziyang muttered, but after thinking about it, he understood the trickiness in it.

Although the Qingyang Sect only recruits disciples once every ten years, there are tens of thousands of disciples who have entered the Qingyang Sect for hundreds of years, and the consumption of low-level magic weapons is the fastest. It's not bad that Twin Spirit Peak can leave so many low-level magic weapons, although most of them are waste.

In addition, the disciples guarding here are full of private pockets, and it is difficult for intact magic weapons to escape their black hands.

"Hey, hey, Senior Brother Qin. Have you picked the right magic weapon!" A teasing voice came, and I saw Senior Brother Zeng turn out from behind the shelf with a wicked smile, and behind him, Wang Zhuang and the three of them walked out excitedly.

I saw Wang Zhuang holding a sledgehammer bigger than his head in his arms, and he was panting heavily.

Wang Zhuang held a flying claw-like magic weapon in his hand that was very similar to a feather duster, and the whole person smiled stupidly.

As for the last little girl who seemed to be called Lin Cao'er, she was dragging a gray rag with a cute face.

"Don't bother!" Qin Ziyang said without replying.

"Hmph!" Senior Brother Zeng snorted coldly and said, "Boy, I advise you to put a bright spot, the inner gate of this Shuangling Peak is not the same as the place where you are scattered and mixed, be careful that the wind here flashes your waist!"

"It took ten years to cultivate to the seventh level of Qi cultivation!" Qin Ziyang said coldly.

"You're looking for death!" Senior Brother Zeng was furious, and casually grabbed a magic weapon next to him and threw it away!