C7 (2/2)

However, when he entered the Treasure Vault, Sun Yan became suspicious once again. It was a place filled with treasures, the colorful light, as well as rows and rows and rows of jade boxes, all of which were dazzling with treasures, bottles, small swords, jade pendants and pearls were everywhere, it seemed like this Treasure Vault was not as simple as just weapons.

”Choose one!” After entering the Hidden Weapon Pavilion, the old man only said a few words before he sat down on a rocking chair at the corner of the room. He was relaxed and natural as he no longer paid any attention to Sun Yan.

As if they had a tacit understanding, they no longer spoke with the old man and walked inside the Vault of Weapons. Looking at the countless number of magical equipment in front of him, after selecting them for a while, Sun Yan realized that he was overthinking it, because the magical equipment here were only beautiful in appearance …

In fact, it could even be said that instead of being used by cultivators, it would be more accurate to say that it was all that mortals had!

After looking for a while longer, Sun Yan found it hard to believe that even a rusty blade that was completely useless was able to enter the Hidden Weapon Pavilion. It could be seen how concerned the Mo Qian Sect was about the ordinary disciples …

But even so, Sun Yan still sighed, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, he continued to select. He understood one thing, that was, to have something, that it was better than nothing.

Right at this moment, the old man who was resting at the side seemed to be tired. After he glanced at Sun Yan, he got up from the rocking chair, and slowly walked to the wooden bed in the other corner. From the looks of it, he was about to sleep.

”You choose slowly, I'll go to sleep first!”

This was the last sentence the old man said, and he immediately laid on the bed. Not long later, he snored and fell asleep, as if he was not worried at all that Sun Yan would do the stealing, or perhaps, he did not think that the pile of trash was worth Sun Yan stealing!

Seeing this scene, Sun Yan felt very helpless …

”For a sect to be so lax, I'm afraid that even the clan rules are more strict than this!” Sun Yan shook his head. Unfortunately, he couldn't go back anymore.

But just when Sun Yan's gaze was about to shift away from the old man, his mind suddenly stirred, as if he had discovered something that caught his attention, and his attention immediately focused entirely on the old man … Under the bed …

It was a black object!

When Sun Yan bent down, filled with suspicion, to carefully observe the scene, he suddenly realized that it was a black eyebrow rod that was quietly lying in the corner under the bed!

Coincidentally, this zigzag rod that was only revealed a tenth of its original size had just been discovered by Sun Yan a tenth!

”A stick?!” This made Sun Yan's mind move, and he immediately noticed it. At the same time, an indescribable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, as if... He liked this kind of rod shaped weapon!

Of course, Sun Yan did not choose this zigzag rod because of his own feelings. Instead, he spent a bit of time comparing it with other artifacts to understand the uselessness of other artifacts. Only then, did he slowly place it among his own storage bag!

From his point of view, at the very least, the thickness and durability of this zigzag rod shouldn't be like that rusty blade, right?

When Sun Yan took away the zigzag rod and left, the old man who was lying on the bed was still sleeping. He smiled slightly, and it was unknown whether he had fallen asleep or not …

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