Chapter 57： Pick a weapon

Chapter 57 Choosing Weapons

Yan Xiangluo couldn't stop refining the elixir. She kept refining one elixir recipe after another. The second-grade elixir recipe was not the first-grade one, and the difficulty was not low.

But she still did not fail. She always succeeded in the first attempt, but no perfect quality elixir appeared.

Early the next morning, she went to the master's house feeling a little depressed.

The master of Thousand Poison Peak was a little confused when he saw her depressed look. He didn't hear the furnace explode that night, so why wasn't she happy?

“Xiao Luo’er, what’s wrong?”

“Master, I haven’t refined a single perfect quality elixir.” Yuan Xiangluo said depressedly.

The leader of Thousand Poison Peaks twitched his lips and asked, "What quality are these elixirs?"

“Top grade.” Yan Xiangluo lowered his head and looked very depressed.

The master of Thousand Poison Peak felt that if this person were not his disciple, he would beat him up. She was still not satisfied that the first refining was successful and it was still a top grade one.

However, he also knew that the young apprentice’s alchemy talent was indeed extraordinary, so he asked her about her alchemy techniques.

"There is nothing wrong with the refining technique. Although second-grade elixirs are indeed more difficult than first-grade elixirs, the techniques for refining the elixirs are the same. You must be anxious. In any practice, it is taboo to be impatient and angry. Don't rush for success. , you are only thirteen years old, nothing can be achieved overnight, just calm down and try again, the effect may be better. "

After listening to her master's words, Yan Xiangluo thought that she was indeed a little eager for success. She wanted to learn all the elixir recipes as soon as possible and become a master of alchemy. Naturally, being impatient would lead to not being careful, and it was normal for her to be unable to refine elixirs of perfect quality.

“I understand.” Yan Xiangluo told her master that she was going to the weapons arsenal to choose a weapon.

The master of Thousand Poison Peak nodded and said, "Go ahead. The weapons in the arsenal are all good, and some of them have some origins. It's okay if you can't choose the one you like. I'll find you a master of whatever kind you want."

Yan Xiangluo thanked her master, exited his room, and took the white eagle down the mountain. She found Jin Xinrong, and the two of them walked to the weapons warehouse together.

The weapons depot and the Kung Fu Hall are both on the mountain behind the inner gate. Two buildings of the same height stand among the green trees, one on each side, like two patron saints guarding the Xianyun Sect.

Most of the new inner disciples have already arrived. Jin Xinrong, for example, has weapons prepared for her by her family, so she is not in a hurry. Yan Xiangluo doesn't know about it.

Entering the gate, the person guarding the weapons depot inside glanced at the two of them and said, "Sect token."

Whether he is a new disciple or not, you can tell by looking at the sect token.

The two of them took out the tokens. After reading it, the man registered their names. As soon as he raised his hand, a ray of spiritual power fell on a door, and the door opened.

“There are three floors in total. You can go up as long as you can. You only have one stick of incense, so hurry up and you will be sent out automatically when the time is up.”

The two of them nodded and walked towards the open door.

Once inside, Yan Xiangluo found that Jin Xinrong had disappeared. There must be a setting inside so that no matter how many people came in, they could not see each other.

There was not much time, and she did not dare to delay. After all, if she could choose a weapon that she liked in the arsenal, she could save a lot of spiritual stones.

The first floor is full of weapons, hung, displayed, piled, long, short, multi-functional, everything is available, but just like the shops selling weapons, most of them are long swords.

Yanxiang Lu walked around the first floor, but there was no weapon that she liked at first sight, so she decisively went up to the second floor. The quality of the weapons on the second floor was obviously much better than that on the first floor.

She looked at them one by one, but there was no one she liked.

Turning around and walking to the third floor, the weapons inside were obviously much smaller than those on the first and second floors, but they were all suspended in mid-air, which looked a bit scary at first glance.

More than half of the time had passed, and she could only choose one she liked on the third floor. She didn't let Yun Tuan help. She wanted to choose a weapon that she liked, and it didn't have to be a treasure. The most important thing is that she has seen the weapons on the third floor. She doesn't like the weapons on the first and second floors.

Her apricot eyes turned rapidly, passing over each weapon. Suddenly, her eyes fell on a shining golden spear.

A spear is a long instrument, a weapon suitable for thrusting. It evolved from a spear and consists of a spear head, a spear tassel, and a spear shaft.

The spear in front of her was very special. There was no spear, only the head and barrel.

The head of the spear is seven inches long by visual inspection. Its square edges are as flat as buckwheat. The tip of the spear is extremely sharp, making it perfect for penetration.

This spear style is the most common spear style, but it is very golden. The gun shaft is not made of wooden material, but more like a weapon refiner using some special material to refine it.

Although it looked shiny, Yan Xiangluo was sure that it was definitely not made of gold.

In an instant, all the weapons lost their color in her eyes, and her almond-shaped eyes stared at the golden spear.

That’s it!

Yan Xiangluo walked over and reached out to hold the barrel of the spear. The barrel trembled but did not repel her. At this moment, the time came, and a white light flashed in front of Yu Xiangluo's eyes, and she had left the weapons depot.

Jin Xinrong was also sent out with a long sword.

The person guarding the weapons depot was startled when he saw the long gun in her hand, "You went to the third floor?"

Yan Xiangluo nodded, "There were no weapons I liked on the first and second floors, so I went to the third floor and fell in love with this spear at first sight."

The person guarding the weapons depot looked at her with complicated eyes, "How did you get to the third floor?"

Yan Xiangluo’s big eyes suddenly flashed and she said, “You’re going up there.”

Humbling in my heart, why don’t I just go up and climb up?

Jin Xinrong said in surprise: "Why can't I walk up? I can only go to the second floor, and it's very difficult to walk."

Yan Xiangluo was stunned for a moment, and then she understood why the person guarding the weapons depot was so surprised. It turned out that not everyone could go to the third floor. No wonder he said before that if they could go up, they could go to the second and third floors to choose weapons.

She glanced at Jin Xinrong with some embarrassment. She seemed a little different, but she did not encounter any obstacles at all.

Jin Xinrong was speechless looking at the golden spear in her hand, "You said you've already gone to the third floor, why didn't you choose a weapon suitable for a girl? You saw that girl using such a heavy spear."

Actually, she also wanted to say, could you have a better taste? Did you see it shining brightly in your eyes? Too tacky.

Yan Xiangluo held the spear and said happily: "I like spears. I fell in love with it when I saw it."

Jin Xinrong was speechless. What else could she say if someone liked her? Besides, she had already taken it out and couldn't go back in to return it. This was the only way.

Thinking about how the beautiful girl would dance with a golden spear in her hand, she shivered, as if it was a bit irritating to her eyes.

The person guarding the weapons depot finally came to his senses, registered the weapons she got, and then asked her to sign to prove that she had indeed taken the spear.

Yan Xiangluo looked down and realized that the spear had a name.

(End of this chapter)