"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Zhuge Qingyun pressed the mechanism on the wall, and a thick stone door opened in front of the four people.

"Then please come inside!" Zhuge Qingyun made a gesture.

The four of them entered the armory together.

This is the first time Yang Ruoqing has been to the armory in person. She has heard of it and seen it before, but it was all on TV, and all she saw were props.

Now, she could really see the weapons and could reach out and touch them. The various weapons with different shapes really opened her eyes and amazed her again and again.

Luo Fengtang's reaction was similar to Yang Ruoqing's, with both faces full of shock.

Especially since he is a general, his passion for weapons and war horses is like modern men's pursuit of cars.

"Jianjian Villa is truly worthy of its reputation!" Luo Fengtang couldn't help but sigh, his eyes burning.

The sect leader in white who was walking beside him smiled and said: "This old lunatic Zhuge has never cared about anything else in his life. He only focused on tinkering with these swords and weapons. He still has this little inventory."

Zhuge Qingyun, who was walking in front, heard the conversation between the two of them behind him and puffed up his chest, "I still say the same thing, anyone and anything can betray you, but your shadow and the sword in your hand will never.

Abandoned you!"

He turned around and faced Yang Ruoqing and said: "You, a little girl, are also a bit fancy, so I'll just take a sword out and compare it with the sword in your hand to see which one is sharper."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Senior, please go first."

Zhuge Qingyun looked at the swords hanging in the sword tomb behind him and was thinking about which one to pick out.

Yang Ruoqing is also looking at these swords. Although she is not a swordsman and does not understand swords, there are some things that you don’t need to know too much about.

A truly good sword has its own aura, which will convey this feeling to you through your senses.

Standing in front of these swords at this moment, she had a very clear feeling.

Some swords will make your whole body burn if you get too close to them, while some swords will make you feel ice-cold to the core.

And some swords, when they are placed there, the light emitting from the sword makes you dare not look directly at it. It is so evil and violent that the heart of anyone passing by it feels like it is trembling slightly.

Here, Zhuge Qingyun picked a gray sword in his hand, turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing: "This Suzaku Sword is ranked fifth in the weapon catalog. I will use this Suzaku Sword to master your skills."

The sword inside.”

After that, he pulled out his sword and picked two sword flowers.

"It's your turn, draw your sword!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and found that Mo Xie's sword vibrated slightly in her hand.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, raised her head and said to Zhuge Qingyun: "The sword in my hand is so arrogant. The fifth-ranked Suzaku Sword is not enough to unsheath it."

"Senior Zhuge, why don't you get another sword?" she said.

These words made Zhuge Qingyun unhappy.

He glanced at the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and then at the Vermillion Bird Sword in his own hand.

"Don't be arrogant, I want to see how arrogant your sword is!"

He stretched out his hand and snatched the sword from Yang Ruoqing's hand, holding the scabbard as if to pull it out, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the blade seemed to grow together with the sword body.

"What kind of sword is this?" he asked, a trace of surprise flashing across his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.

The leader of the white-clothed sect would never let go of any opportunity to tease Zhuge Qingyun, and quickly said: "Aren't you a Sword Sect? Don't you claim that all the most famous magic weapons in the world can be found in your Sword Forging Villa?

What? Why, you, Zhuge Qingyun, also have a sword that you don’t recognize? Isn’t your reputation well-earned?”

Zhuge Qingyun ignored the teasing of the white-clothed sect leader. His eyes only fell on Yang Ruoqing and the sword that Yang Ruoqing brought over.

"I am quite ignorant. Girl, what kind of sword is this?" Zhuge Qingyun asked.

"Why can't I pull it out? Is there a mechanism hidden in this sword?" he asked again.

My fingers groped around the sword and found nothing out of the ordinary.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "The name of this sword is Moye!"

"Mo Xie?" Zhuge Qingyun couldn't calm down now.

"The legendary female sword Moye?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Zhuge Qingyun took a breath of cold air and looked at the Mo Xie Sword in front of him again. Then, after he threw the Mo Xie Sword to Yang Ruoqing, he turned around and took out a silver snake sword with white light all over from the middle of the sword tomb.

Seeing this silver snake sword, the sect leader in white was happy.

"It's because you are so proud that this old lunatic invited the Silver Snake Sword, which ranks number one in the weapon list," the white-clothed sect leader said.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the white-clothed sect leader, intending to ask if this silver snake sword was awesome?

The sect leader in white said: "This silver snake sword is said to be a divine sword that was passed down a long time ago. The weapon refiner who made this sword fused the dragon bones from the East China Sea with black ice iron.

Made in nine days."

"It is said that this silver snake sword makes a roaring sound when it is unsheathed, so it is also called the dragon roaring sword. It is extremely powerful. Right, old madman?"

Zhuge Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said: "This sword can cut iron like clay, and it is invincible. It has never met an opponent since its creation."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and was about to speak when another vibration came from her arm.

She looked down and saw Mo Xie's sword trembling violently in her hand. She seemed to be able to sense Mo Xie's eagerness to take it out of its sheath. She held the sword body with her left hand and the hilt with her right hand.

After a sharp sound, everyone felt a green light flash before their eyes, and the next moment, they saw Yang Ruoqing holding a sword high in her hand.

It was impossible to see clearly what the blade looked like, because the blade was surrounded by clear mist, and in the mist, there was a faint flash of electric light, crackling.

At the same time, the silver snake sword that was originally held safely in Zhuge Qingyun's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a 'clack' sound.

The blade fell out of the scabbard and trembled on the ground, as if it wanted to go back into the scabbard.

"Huh? Why is this? Are you eager to fight?" asked the leader of the white-clothed sect.

Zhuge Qingyun's face turned dark when he saw this strange situation.

He bent down to pick up the silver snake sword on the ground, put the blade back into the scabbard, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "No need, high and low show up!"

After saying these words, he turned around and put the Silver Snake Sword back into the sword tomb. The previously restless Silver Snake Sword gradually calmed down.

At this time, the other swords in the sword tomb also trembled.

Zhuge Qingyun looked around, his face became darker, and he said: "I lost!"

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing looked stunned and had not yet reacted.

"We haven't cut anything yet, so why did we lose?" she asked.

Zhuge Qingyun remained silent, but Luo Fengtang and the leader of the white-clothed sect next to him understood.

Luo Fengtang smiled, came over and held Yang Ruoqing's shoulders, "Let Mo Xie Jian go back."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and returned the sword to its scabbard obediently. The trembling sounds around her stopped just now, but strangely, the swords in the sword tomb seemed to have restrained their aura and became like pieces of scrap metal lying quietly.

in their respective positions.
Chapter completed!