If you don't know Bai Ruoxin's strength, when you see this scene, you must think that the little girl is carrying a sledgehammer that is two ends taller than her is a toy, but in fact, these two sledgehammers are real murder weapons, and one handle weighs 100 catties.

Looking at Ruoxin who disappeared from his gaze, Chang An grinned and walked towards the hall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hall of weapons, is the main hall where weapons are placed, there are two floors, in the first floor, there are dozens of weapon racks, which are full of all kinds of weapons, swept away at a glance, suddenly dazzled, around these dozens of weapon racks, there are many people who were promoted to inner disciples with Chang'an yesterday, are looking excited to select, ignoring the crossed waist and standing at the door, with a look of Chang'an who is my eldest brother.

Chang An just glanced at it, and then retracted his gaze tastelessly, for the first layer, to be honest, Chang An really has no interest, he already has the innate flying sword Qiuyue, and for the acquired mortal weapon, Chang An has long been disdainful.

Walking to a small curtain door in the main hall, Chang'an pushed the door in, and saw the stairs on the second floor.

beckoning to the exquisite jade pendant, Chang'an Meizi passed through the light curtain in front of him, and at the same time, the exquisite jade pendant in his hand also immediately shattered, turned into a little spot of light, and disappeared.

Looking at the empty hands and scattered spots, Chang An raised his eyebrows, shook his hands, and sighed depressedly.

Lifting the door curtain, an empty hall appeared in front of Chang'an.

In the hall on the second floor, there were only five neatly arranged weapon racks, and there was no trace of anyone but him.

Of the five weapon racks, there are only four weapons, and they are extremely ugly weapons.

This is very different from the fantasy scene in Chang'an's mind, and it was only then that Chang'an reacted, why did Dezi have a bad smile on the corner of his mouth when he gave himself this exquisite jade pendant.

Nervously came to the weapon rack, looking at the strange-shaped weapon, Chang'an was angry, which is a weapon, this is simply a half-finished product kneaded by both hands, have you ever seen a circular yo-yo in front of a sword, have you ever seen a spear is ninety degrees, the same as a board, that shape, it is simply as miserable as being squeezed by a heavy object.

"Caidezi, you are ruthless enough..."

Gritting his teeth and staring at the five weapons in front of him, Chang'an's face was like ashes, and he wanted to cry without tears.

If you fight with someone, as soon as the weapon comes out, you will already lose in momentum, and the other person's weapon, all the breezes are domineering, and his weapon makes people laugh off their big teeth.

He was unwilling, and when he looked at it, he helplessly focused on the last weapon, which looked quite normal, but the appearance was extremely strange.

The weapon, in appearance, resembled a fan and a flattened gourd, with a silver glow throughout, and the handle seemed to have been pierced by a spear, revealing a sharp tip at one section and a long handle at the other end.

Although the appearance is weird, but the appearance is extremely bluffing, on the whole, it is in line with Chang'an's taste, it is too big, and there is a feeling of uproar, but it makes Chang'an feel regretful, at the end of the weapon that I don't know whether to call it a fan grab or a fan sword, there is a fist-sized hole in the oval blade.

From the edge, it seems that there is another thing in the hollow, I don't know what it is, as if someone has taken it.

Walking in front of this weapon, Chang'an looked at a wooden sign standing behind the weapon.

"The Great Elder of the North Peak of Qingxiao Sect was accidentally picked up, and it was broken and broken, and I don't know what kind of material it was used to refine it, so it took it to the sect and refined it, which took decades, and it was still difficult to repair it, so it was named, Good Sword!"

"Good Sword... A sword in the shape of a fan... I see, I just didn't expect that this treasure was even difficult for the Great Elder of the North Peak of the previous generation to see through its origin, but it was a little curious, it was all broken, and it was still on the second layer of the Instrument Palace, it seems that this treasure is not bad..."

"In that case, then choose you..."

Chang'an, who took a deep breath, flashed his eyes, slapped the storage bag violently, shouted at the good sword, and then walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Hmph, the second-layer instrument hall, how to say it, is also a congenital grade, although it looks a little weird, but at least it looks good... Now everything is pretty much the same, go and see the yard put..."

Chang'an, who was standing at the door of the disciple's hall, waved his big hand, raised his head proudly, glanced at it, and was still discussing whose disciple was in black in front of the stone spirit monument, took a big stride and left the disciple's courtyard with his hands in his hands.

Following the route marked in the album, Chang'an's eyes flickered reluctantly, and he glanced at the hazy outline not far away.

If it was before, Chang'an would definitely continue to move forward, because not far ahead, there was a rest house.

"It's okay, I'll come to see you often in the future, don't think about me..."

After comforting himself, Chang'an walked up the crossroads in front of him.

Jumping over many palace attics, passing through bamboo groves and orchards, following the mountain road, turning around, when Chang'an was about to vomit, finally on a small hillside, I saw the same small courtyard as in the album.

In this forest peak surrounded by mountains, green trees and mist, who would have thought that there would be a courtyard here.

Chang'an breathed calmly, his eyes passed through the hidden light clouds, and he vaguely saw that a hundred meters away from the gate of this courtyard, there was a steaming river.

"Hot springs..."

Chang'an's heart jumped suddenly, his face suddenly became excited, all the complaints just now were left behind by him, he ran all the way, ran to Wentan, looked at the bubbling clear water, squatted down, and touched it.

After three breaths, Chang'an looked up to the sky and screamed, immediately took off his clothes and pants, and plunged into the hot spring with his bare fart, shouting, yelling excitedly, and even singing.

This made Chang'an very happy, and he was even more ungrateful in his heart, and thanked the eighteenth generation ancestors of Li Shanqiu again and again.

This washing, washed for an hour, shouted refreshed, dried his body with spiritual power, and came to the courtyard dressed beautifully.

I saw a smile on his face, and suddenly paused, changed to a respectful color, hugged his fists, bowed to the courtyard, and then shouted loudly: "The younger generation came to meet Chang'an Daxian, please Chang'an Daxian come out of the mountain, save the surname Bai and the dire situation..."

As soon as the words fell, Chang'an covered his embarrassed red face and laughed nervously.

"Cool, here, it's just tailor-made for my Chang'an, Qingxiao Sect is simply too good to me..."

Push open the courtyard door, walk through the path with a diameter of thirty meters, there is a Biwa Zhu eaves in front of him, in the pavilion of the courtyard from the back of the mountain, without any hesitation, Chang'an gently pushed the door of the house, full of excited faces, and instantly was in the attic, the dozens of pairs of green eyes, frightened legs were weak, and the soul screamed.