After leaving Jiuqing Pavilion, Ye Chen followed the instructions and came all the way to the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion.

The guardian of Lingbao Pavilion was a fat elder, and his eyes were small and almost something that needed to be seen with his hands. He was covered in shaking fat, his breasts were exposed, and his breasts were like a Maitreya Buddha.

This person is the seat of the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion, Chow Tai Fook.

"I've seen the elder." Seeing Zhou Dafu lying on the recliner with a leisurely look on his face, Ye Chen stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Little kid, why haven't I seen you before?" Zhou Dafu sat up and his little eyes gathered, looking up and down at Ye Chen.

"I am a new intern disciple." Ye Chen handed over his jade token, "Elder Qingyi asked me to choose a spiritual weapon."

Chow Tai Fook took the jade toggle, looked over and over again, then threw it to Ye Chen casually, then lay back lazily, waved his hand, and said, "Go in and choose it yourself! Intern disciples can only choose on the first floor, don't sneak up to the second floor."

Well!

Ye Chen took the jade token and walked into the depths of the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion.

The spiritual weapon pavilion is large enough, with a radius of thousands of feet. The weapons placed in various types. It is really full of eighteen weapons, and each spiritual weapon is shining, like flowers fighting for beauty.

"It's true that they are all low-level." After glances over most of the time, Ye Chen was slightly disappointed. As an intern disciple, he could only select spiritual weapons on the first level.

Thinking to himself, Ye Chen picked up a ghost-headed sword and then shook his head, "It's too light."

He put down the big sword and picked up another spiritual sword. Although the sword was sharp, Ye Chen still put it back to his original position.

He was picking and choosing all the way, and Ye Chen was like a grocery shopping. Although there were many spiritual weapons here, he had not found a spiritual weapon that he could like for most of the time. If this were in the past, he would have ignored these spiritual weapons directly, but now he was not as good as before, so he could only look for them in this bunch of low-level spiritual weapons.

He was about to finish a round, but Ye Chen still had nothing to find.

But at this moment, the true fire of his Danhai trembled, and a thin flame spread out and flew out.

Ye Chen was a little stunned and hurriedly followed until he arrived at a stone platform. On the stone platform, there was a black iron sword. Perhaps it had not moved for too long, so it was covered with dust, and the trace of true fire was wrapped around the iron sword.

Surprised in his heart, Ye Chen had already grasped the hilt of the iron sword, which was the spiritual weapon that Zhenhuo could attract attention. He also wanted to take a closer look at it.

However, Ye Chen seemed to be too underestimating the weight of the iron sword, and he didn't pick it up in this tone.

"It's at least 200 kilograms." Ye Chen estimated that the weight of the iron sword was lying alone here. The weight of the 200 kilograms was not a joke. Ordinary disciples couldn't pick it up. Even if they could pick it up, they had to use their true energy. If they were to fight with someone and not be fucked to death, they would be exhausted to death first.

However, it is precisely because of this that he has a stronger interest in this iron sword.

After circulating his true energy a little, he picked up the iron sword and gently blew away the dust on it.

When he approached, Ye Chen felt a vicissitudes of time, and two ancient words on the hilt of the sword: Tianque.

"Tianque." murmured, and Ye Chen looked at the iron sword carefully.

The iron sword has never opened its edge, it is much wider than an ordinary spiritual sword. It is impossible to see its material. It only knows that it is extremely thick. There are many runes carved on the sword body that Ye Chen cannot understand, and it is very ancient.

"What a strange sword." Ye Chen murmured in a low voice, thinking that this iron sword without a sharp edge is so heavy. If it is used to cut people, it would not work, but if it is used to smash people, it would be a good choice.

"It's you." Ye Chen carried the iron sword on his shoulder and walked outside.

Huh?

Not far away, Chow Tai Fook's whisper came, "Little guy, what's wrong with your little body? You have to choose such an iron sword."

Bang!

Ye Chen walked over and put down the iron sword with a clang. The iron sword was too heavy, and half of the sword body was inserted diagonally into the land.

"Elder, what is the origin of this sword?" Ye Chen pointed to the Tianque Sword and asked, "This is not an ordinary heavy!"

"That's it!" Zhou Dafu pinched his beard and pondered for a moment before saying, "It was already here when I took over this Spiritual Artifact Pavilion. If you want to say that it has been here for at least a hundred years, I don't know what its origin is."

"That's how it works!"

"I advise you to change a spiritual weapon. This iron sword is not ordinary heavy. Choose a light one!"

"No, just it." Ye Chen smiled and gently stroked the iron sword. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Stubborn little guy, take it away!"

"Thank you, Elder." Ye Chen bowed respectfully again, and then carried Tianque out of the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion.

As soon as he left the door, he had a surprised look. The disciples passed by in groups of three or three. He first glanced at Ye Chen, then looked at the Tianque Sword that Ye Chen was carrying, and couldn't help but point fingers at Ye Chen.

"Who is this kid? Why haven't you seen him? Is he a just-in-commissioned disciple?"

"The sword he carried should be Tianque!"

"It seems that he is quite strong! Even if his cultivation is a little weak, his brain may not be very normal."

Ye Chen ignored these people's comments directly. He had a feeling that the Tianque Sword is not simple. Compared with those low-level spiritual weapons, he would rather choose this Tianque Sword. He would carry it on his body every day, which would also help him practice.

"Huh? The people from Zhengyang Sect." I don't know who it was, and a light eh came, and everyone around looked at the sky.

There, another huge flying sword passed by, and three people stood on it, one of the middle-aged beautiful women, one of the beautiful women, and one of the handsome young men.

"What are the people from Zhengyang Sect doing when I come to my Hengyue Sect?" Someone asked in confusion.

"You don't know this. In three months, there will be three sect competitions between Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect and my Hengyue Sect. People from Zhengyang Sect come. It seems that they are discussing the competition."

"That female disciple is so beautiful, like a fairy girl."

Ye Chen didn't listen to a word from the people around him. His eyes were already placed in the sky, and more accurately, on the beautiful beauty on the flying sword. Her clothes were swaying, otherwise they would be as dusty as an ousted immortal in the world, holy and flawless.

Isn’t she the Ji Ningshuang of Zhengyang Sect?

"I didn't expect to meet so soon." Ye Chen murmured, with complexity and indifference in his dark and deep eyes. "I will fight back one day."

Perhaps he felt someone looking at him, Ji Ningshuang on the flying sword couldn't help but look back at the bottom, but at this moment, Ye Chen had already disappeared from the crowd.

"What a familiar feeling." Ji Ningshuang whispered.

"What's wrong with junior sister."
Chapter completed!