Chapter 3: This broom is good

Ye Chuan walked behind and followed Zhu Sijia into the Weapons Court.
The Weapons Court does not look big, but there is no hole in it. Most of the first layer is placed in ordinary sword armor, and the second layer is the treasure used by the monks. Flying swords, glazed armor, and chasing the moon bow... all kinds of treasures are all there, and they are full of dazzling . The treasures of the third layer of seals are even more powerful. Unfortunately, even Zhu Sijia has no right to go up.
Although the cloud fog is gradually declining, it is a sect of ancient inheritance, and the foundation is still there. Many treasures sealed in the Weapons Court require a lot of monks, and even the realm above the real world can be motivated.
"The treasures of the first and second layers, whatever you choose, hurry, I am in a hurry." Zhu Sijia urged, and selected the weapon to send Ye Chuan to Ziyunfeng, she is already a little impatient.
Ye Chuan didn't listen to it, and regardless of Zhu Sijia's urging, he walked slowly through a piece of weapon. Pick up a treasure from time to time, gently touch the rune above with your fingertips, then let go and go down to the next treasure. Many of the treasures sealed here are familiar to him, or he was given the ghost medicine king.
Unexpectedly, millions of years later, I stood in front of these treasures, and it was really a make-up.
"Qing Mang Feijian, Huang-level treasure, thousands of miles to kill people do not leave blood, the top grade in the flying sword." Ye Chuan picked up a drop-shaped flying sword, looked and let go.
"Cold spurs, mysterious treasures, specializing in the protection of the body and the heavy armor, killer-specific." Ye Chuan picked up a three-sided thorn, cold murderous murderous face, long time ago, killing a scene of a top assassin Float your heart. For a long time, when Zhu Sijia thought that he wanted to take away this treasure, Ye Chuan put down the three-pointed thorn and continued to move forward.
"King Kong, yellow treasures, special evil spirits, Buddhist weapons." Ye Chuan paused, went down to a treasure.
......
Ye Chuan walked very slowly, almost all the treasures on the first and second floors of the entire Weapons Court, or empty hands.
"Hey, when are you going to pick?"
Zhu Sijia pouted his mouth, and like the remedy, the treasure can also be divided into four levels of heaven and earth. Even if it is a monk, it is not bad to have a yellow-level treasure. The realm of Ye Chuan’s martial arts is reluctant, so he picks it up. What does he want to do? Zhu Sijia is very dissatisfied. "You are at most a military one, not to mention the metaphysical treasures. Even if you get a yellow treasure, you can't push it. With so many treasures, there is no one to enter your old man's eyes?"
"I really haven't, the grade is too low, don't worry about it. Forget it, just take the broom at the door!"
Ye Chuan tells the truth.
Any of these treasures can be caused by a hurricane, but for him, it is really nothing. Otherwise, it will not be given casually at the beginning. However, his truth is true to Zhu Sijia, but it is a full ten falsehood.
"Oh, obviously, there is no such thing as a urging. It is said that the grade is too low to look down. If you say good things, it is really a shameless person!" Zhu Sijia whispered, and he was not afraid of Ye Chuan hearing, and he was increasingly dissatisfied.
"Little girl, let's go!"
Ye Chuan smiled lightly and took the broom and walked out of the Weapons Court.
Behind him, an old man in the Guardian Armory Pavilion looked at Ye Chuan's back and shook his head. At the beginning, I saw Ye Chuan’s every time he saw a treasure, and he said that he had a good time and thought that he had finally opened up and started to work. It is a pity that it is really terrible to repair it. It is not as good as a small servant who sweeps the ground outside. It is obvious that there is a chance to pretend to be high, and to put on a good treasure, not to take away a broom that no one wants, it is really unsuccessful.
Receiving such a person as a disciple, but also as a disciple of Zongmen, the head is really confused!
The old man shook his head and sighed. Not only is the head old, but the entire Yunzi Zong's air transport will not work, and the year is not as good as one year. More than 20,000 pieces of good medicinal herbs, how to pay for it at a time? It seems that this year is difficult, the cloud sect is too late.
Zhu Sijia went very quickly. Later, even took out the flying sword and stepped on it to fly in the air, leaving Ye Chuan far behind. Looking at the snails, Ye Chuan, who slowly climbed the mountain on the ground, finally raised his eyebrows and sulking. After deliberately flying out of the long distance, pretending to be very impatient, this turned a big bend and stepped on the flying sword and came to Ye Chuan. "Hey, can you go faster? If you go, you can't get purple tomorrow." Yunfeng!"
Zhu Sijia’s face was impatient, but in the dark, he was somewhat contented. He deliberately hung in the air and presided over the training of Ye Chuan, frightening and scaring him, and by the way, he showed his flying sword.
The flying sword at her feet, the name of the golden back glass, was a birthday present given to her by her grandfather. Close to see almost transparent, high-speed flying up like a cloud, driving in the air to bring a dazzling golden light, beautiful, I do not know how to let more girls in the Zongmen drool.
"Tomorrow will be tomorrow, I can't move."
Ye Chuan simply did not leave, a as a rest on the ground. It doesn't seem to be how tired he is, and there is no sweat on his face. It is clearly an excuse. The nearby guards looked over and pointed, but Ye Chuan was thick and not cared for. It really was a big change after the death. Zhu Sijia’s little tricks suddenly fell short.
People are not afraid of thick skin, but how can they make people feel ugly?
Zhu Sijia bite the bite, and the interest of flying swords at the foot is gone. "Hey, are you still going?"
"Go, take a break."
"It’s half an hour, have you not rested enough?

"My legs are cramping and I can't walk. Jia Jia, or else, use the flying sword at your feet for me?"
"Hey, you can't use it with you!"
The anger in Zhu Sijia’s heart, I can’t wait to unscrew Ye Chuan’s head. Seeing that the sky is getting late, the sun is going down the mountain, but in desperation, I have to admit that I am unlucky, with Ye Chuan stepping on the flying sword and leaving. Darkly swaying the body's spiritual power, the golden back glass under the feet soared twice, bringing a golden light in the air.
Ye Chuan, who wanted to scare and frighten in the air, did not dare to provoke himself, but soon, Zhu Sijia found himself wrong, and in turn was scared. Compared with the ethereal figure of the past, it feels unnatural to fly and squawk today.
"Hey, how are you so heavy?" Zhu Sijia, who stood in front of him, was not angry. He concentrated on controlling the flying sword under his feet, and there was a drop of sweat on his forehead. He felt a little uncontrollable.
"My brother, I am a mortal, of course, not as elegant as your monks."
Ye Chuan evil spirits smiled, and clasped the thin waist that Zhu Sijia could hold with one hand. The two men's bodies were tightly attached together, and they looked at Zhu Sijia's side face with a smile. Under the foot, he used a force to step on it. Zhu Sijia was unstable and screamed. The two men slammed into the cliff below. After turning a big bend, they barely controlled and pulled up and plundered to Ziyunfeng.