The Armory Pavilion is divided into three layers, only beginner disciples are qualified to come to the Armory Pavilion to choose Ruyi's weapons, the first layer is naturally for beginner disciples, and the second layer is for disciples who enter the hall to enter.

As for the third layer, there is a real divine weapon blade in it, and those who are idle are exempt from entering, although there is no restriction, but generally only the best among the disciples who enter the hall, as well as the rumored true disciples, will enter to fight, but the treasure soldier has a spirit, whether it can be obtained, it depends on chance.

When I came to the Armory Pavilion, I was greeted by a magnificent attic, in fact, the attic was not high, only three floors, but the sharp atmosphere was extraordinarily compelling.

That kind of aura is the sharp edge of the treasure soldiers in the attic, so that as soon as people step into the range, they feel a sense of oppression.

At this time, there are many people coming in and out here, looking around, densely packed with human figures, the noise is endless, all the disciples of the entire Yuanqi Sect are here to select weapons, each hall is dressed differently, here, you can meet a disciple who enters the hall casually.

Next to the entrance of the attic, sat an old man, the old man looked lazy and old, his face was wrinkled like orange peel, and his eyes seemed to be closed.

Wu Hao walked up to the old man and said, "Elder, we need a weapon. ”

Hearing someone, the old man yawned, glanced at the two of them casually, and then said slowly: "They are all beginner disciples, on the first floor, without permission, you are not allowed to go up to the second or third floor." ”

Wu Hao said respectfully, "Elder Xie." ”

Seeing that Wu Hao was so polite, the old man couldn't help but smile and said, "You kid is good, what's your name?" ”

"Disciple Wu Hao, let the elder smile."

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "I have heard a little." ”

Seeing the strangeness in the old man's eyes, Wu Hao smiled bitterly, this is really a good thing not to go out, bad things to spread thousands of miles, and his character who has awakened his spiritual power eight times has made the entire Yuan Qi Sect no one know about it.

"There is no need to have any burden, the martial arts are all the way, and in the back, the role of talent is no longer so prominent, only a tenacious martial arts heart can not be afraid of ups and downs and go on firmly." The old man smiled and comforted Wu Hao.

"Thank you, Elder, the disciple has entered."

The old man nodded, Wu Hao pulled Lin Ruoyu into the Armory Pavilion, looking at Wu Hao's back, the old man frowned, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, and then pondered.

The armory pavilion is very large, there are eighteen rooms on the first floor alone, each room has a different type of weapon, and there are eighteen kinds of weapons in general.

They are knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, Laos, hammers, hammers, sticks, lances, sticks, crutches, meteor hammers, each of which has its own unique style of play and attack skills, but with the development of the times, only a few blades are widely used and loved.

The first is of course the "sword", the sword is known as the gentleman in the blade, not only the attack is sharp, dexterous and changeable, but also can be light or heavy, a sword in the hand quite temperamental.

Guns, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, guns often have the sharpness of breaking through the bamboo, sweeping the madness of thousands of armies, whether it is a single fight, or a group attack, it is the best choice.

The axe, the attack is fierce and domineering, suitable for golden spiritual power cultivators, can use powerful power to move forward, no one is invincible under the hard regret, but it is a little clumsy and not flexible enough.

After a rough turn on the first floor, Wu Hao stopped in front of a stone door, and on the stone door, a simple word was written, knife ......

What Wu Hao needs is a knife, which is not only indomitable and domineering, but also dexterous and changeable, tricky and strange, can stab and be difficult, and can attack and defend.

"Brother Wu Hao, do you plan to use the 'knife' as a blade in the future?"

"Not bad." His eyes shone with a hint of brilliance, the corners of Wu Hao's mouth turned up, and he said to Lin Ruoyu: "Don't you need a sword?" It's not far away, you go, okay, come to me. ”

Lin Ruoyu nodded obediently, and then walked towards another stone gate with the word "sword" written on it, and then disappeared inside, Wu Hao did not stop, and strode in, but just when one foot had already stepped in, a figure blocked in front of him.

"This friend, can you wait for a while, my master has already selected the magic sword in it, and idlers are not allowed to enter."

Wu Hao's eyes condensed slightly, staring at the young man in front of him, although the other party's words were quite kind, but his demeanor was arrogant, his head was high, and he looked at Wu Hao in a condescending attitude.

In Wu Hao's understanding, there didn't seem to be such a rule in the Armory Pavilion, a stone room was spacious enough, and it wouldn't matter if you went in or not.

And the weapons in it can be said that they are at least in ten thousand, after all, the Yuanqi Sect has to have the majority of beginner disciples, and the disciples who enter the hall and the true disciples are all geniuses and demons in the five halls, so they naturally disdain to select weapons on the first layer.

Of course, this can't be said that there are no good spirit soldiers on the first layer, it's just that the spirit soldiers are dusty, but Bole is rare, and ordinary people don't have that kind of vision.

This approach is also more conducive to the Yuanqi Sect to discover those potential disciples early, and then pay attention to cultivating them.

Wu Hao ignored the arrogant young man, and from the latter's costume, Wu Hao could see that the young man belonged to the Honghuang Palace.

Around this stone room, there were also a lot of people gathered, all of them looking a little angry, obviously Shicai was blocked out like this, but looking at their appearance, it seemed that they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

"Who is your master?"

"With your qualifications to know, waste, give you three breaths of time, get out of the Armory." The young man looked at Wu Hao, his eyes full of disdain.

"Waste ......" Wu Hao smiled slightly and said, "It seems that you know me." ”

"It's just a waste of fame, and it's ridiculous to be proud of shame."

Wu Hao still had a bright smile and said, "I've learned everything since I was a child, but I haven't learned how to roll, why don't you teach me?" ”

"This waste is over, I know that person, Zhang Xiu, a disciple of the Honghuang Palace, is in the middle of the spiritual power realm, and he should not be underestimated."

"Hehe, last time when he was in Fangdan, he was arrogant and ignorant and dared to contradict the elders, if it wasn't for the hall master to appear in time, this waste would have been expelled from the division, and now he still thinks that someone will speak for him? It's really stupid. ”

"Anyway, neither of them is a good product, and now there is a good show."

The movement here immediately attracted a lot of onlookers, of course, there was no shortage of people who knew the two, all of them whispered, with an interested demeanor, and watched coldly.

"What a waste who doesn't know what to do, if I teach you personally, you can't afford the price." Zhang Xiu's face turned cold, his eyes revealed a gloomy meaning, and he sneered and said.

"You can try it, I think I can afford it." Wu Hao still had a soft smile like that, as if he didn't hear the meaning of the latter's words.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

Zhang Xiu didn't speak, and violently pushed out a palm, with a cold wind, which was fierce and palpitating.

"It's a desolate palm, and I'm afraid that the waste will be lying in bed for half a month." Many people looked surprised, but unexpectedly, Zhang Xiu came up and displayed the intermediate combat technique 'Heavenly Desolate Palm'.

The corners of Wu Hao's mouth lifted up imperceptibly, and his five fingers clenched in an instant, mixed with the sound of tearing the air, and he also blasted away with a punch, like a rolling tsunami roaring, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Bang!"

The fists and palms touched, and a muffled thunder broke out, and the scene that everyone expected did not appear, but they saw Zhang Xiu's uncontrollable figure retreat, and every step back, he stepped out of the ground with a deep footprint.

"What? I took it. ”

"Not only did he take it, but he also forced Zhang Xiudu to retreat."

"How is it possible, a month ago, that waste hadn't condensed the spiritual source."

"Three Biling Pills, even if they are ancient rotten wood, they have to be psychic, it is not surprising......"

Many people's eyes widened and they looked at this scene in shock.