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Chapter 23 Picking the Divine Weapon

Elder Baimei walked to the side room of the main hall, and took out a black gown from inside, with a true disciple token on it.

Inner disciples wear white clothes, while true disciples wear black clothes.

"Xu Lin, you have officially become my Hunyuanzong true disciple today, I hope you will not slack off and keep working hard!"

Elder Baimei handed the clothes and token to Xu Lin, and continued to instruct: "You can leave, it's already July, don't forget to attend the official promotion ceremony in two months' time."

Xu Lin took the clothes and nodded yes.

Of course he knew about the promotion ceremony, which was held in March and September each year, and he had participated in twelve of them in the six years since he went to the mountain.

Once every six months, it is to introduce the true disciples who have been promoted within half a year. At that time, Xu Lin will be introduced in front of tens of thousands of disciples of the entire Hunyuanzong, and a ceremony will be held.

In the past six years, he has thought many times that he will stand on the stage, and now he will finally realize it.

Xu Lindao: "Elder, this disciple sent a letter from his home earlier, and his words were a little urgent. I need this disciple to go back."

Elder Baimei waved his hand and said: "Go, since you have been promoted to True Inheritance, you can freely enter and leave the sect."

Xu Lin cupped his hands again: "Thank you, elder, this disciple will leave."

With that said, he exited the Hall of True Inheritance.

Xu Lin breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived outside the door. He was always a little nervous in this majestic palace.

I can vaguely hear the elders talking inside: "...it's been four months, and there are only three true promotions..."

Hunyuanzong only has a total of one hundred or so true disciples. If the true disciples are old, they have not yet broken through.

Then he will go out on duty, become a deacon or an elder, and start to take care of the affairs of the sect.

Xu Lin didn't listen any more, his mind was already on the soldier's grave, the happiest thing for a warrior is to get a magic weapon.

Saying goodbye to the two garrison disciples, they rushed all the way to the Bingzhong, and naturally practiced the acrobatic acrobatics along the way.

The soldier's tomb is located in a valley with a big hole in the mountain wall, which is heavily guarded.

Xu Lin's true identity was notified within the sect, and he was allowed to enter after showing his true identity token.

A deacon led the way, and Xu Lin followed him in the cave.

It is very spacious here, with a high ceiling, and the walls of the cave have traces of manual excavation with knives and axes.

The deacon looked middle-aged, and said, "Xu Lin, the weapons here are all extraordinary. Apart from those made by the sect, some were left by powerful figures, captured by disciples of the sect, and sent to the military grave."

Xu Lin listened patiently, walking all the time, nothing happened to his left or right.

The deacon continued: "Don't pay attention to the good material and reputation of the weapon, but to choose the one that is convenient and suitable for you, and nurture its spirituality, and it will naturally become stronger and stronger."

Xu Lin nodded: "Thank you, Deacon, for telling me!" He had already made up his mind to choose a good gun.

The two continued to walk, and there were guards along the way.

The middle-aged deacon sent Xu Lin to the entrance of a cave. Inside the stone walls on the left and right of the entrance, there were white-haired old men who were meditating.

When Xu Lin came over, the white-haired old man opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were like lightning, and he felt that everything was seen through.

But he naturally had no regrets in his heart and was not afraid at all. The old man took a look and closed his eyes again.

The middle-aged deacon stood aside and said, "The magic weapon is powerful because it is in the hands of powerful people. Xu Lin, go in, don't be fooled!"

Xu Lin chuckled and said, "I've been taught, thank you!"

Saying that, he stepped into the cave.It was very narrow at first, and then suddenly opened up.

Inside the cave is a huge mountainside, with all kinds of weapons, knives, guns and sticks inserted in it.

These magical soldiers are planted in the ground, pregnant with their aura, all kinds of auras with similar auras are buried together, the murderous ones, the more peaceful ones, the domineering ones... complement each other.

Xu Lin was indeed a bit dazzled. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by so many famous instruments.

"This is... the Dragon Slaying Knife? The Dragon Slaying Knife, which claims to be fighting for the front, is actually buried here!"

"This... this is the pear flower gun! A hundred years ago, Li Quanzhang, the king of guns, was the king of the north! This one can be added to the candidate list!"

"There is also the blood-drinking sword, this weird and evil demon weapon! That's right, the demon emperor Shi Tian was beheaded by the elder of the sect 30 years ago, so this sword naturally fell on my Hunyuanzong."

Xu Lin looked at this handful of magical weapons, almost drooling, his heart was bleeding, why he had to choose only one.

He has a collection habit, he likes every magical weapon very much, he doesn't pick one, if only he can choose a few more.

The blood-drinking sword is indeed very magical, but he is the protagonist, so he must be able to control it.

He didn't think he was the protagonist before, but since the system awakened, he has become more and more self-aware.

He also practiced swordsmanship, and now that "Ghost Valley Zonghengjian" has achieved a small success, he really needs a sword.

And this blood-drinking sword, based on the many novels he has read, is simply the standard equipment for the protagonist.The magic sword, only the protagonist can control it!
But he also likes the pear flower gun very much. Why is Li Quan, the northern gun king, so famous? Is it because he is really good?

Yes, but there is another very important reason, which is the pear flower gun in his hand.

"There are more here, this is the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, this is the Nine-Foot Chain Knife, this is the Xuanhua Axe, the weapon of the Demon King of Confusion, this is... wait!"

Xu Lin looked at a handful of magic soldiers, and suddenly, his eyes widened.

His Adam's apple twitched, he swallowed hard, and pulled out a long sword with trembling hands.

"On the one hand engrave the sun, moon and stars, and on the other hand engrave the mountains, rivers and communities. Could this be..."

"Xuanyuan Sword!" "Crack!"

Xu Lin pulled out the long sword, swung the sword subconsciously, and heard a 'click', as if it hit something.

He didn't care much, and put all his mind on the sword in his hand, he couldn't put it down.

He touched the sword body little by little, and the engraved sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and society all fascinated him.

At this moment, the Pear Blossom Spear was left behind by him. If nothing else happened, he would choose this sword today.

"Haha! I am indeed the Son of Destiny, even the Xuanyuan Sword... Ah! Who the hell! Knock out a gap in my Xuanyuan Sword!!"

Xu Lin's eyes widened in vain, full of disbelief. There was a small gap in the body of the sword.

Who beat Xuanyuan Sword like this!Who can beat Xuanyuan Sword like this!
"That's right! It's definitely not Xuanyuan Sword, it's something from mythology, yes! It's an imitation, it must be."

He looked carefully again, the famous swords all had their own names, and sure enough, four small characters could be vaguely seen on the hilt.

【Fake·Xuanyuan Sword】

Xu Lin heaved a sigh of relief, but felt strange that none of the weapons that could be put into the soldier grave would be ordinary.

Even the imitation Xuanyuan Sword should be a high-quality imitation, who can cut it like that, look at the gap as clean as new...

Xu Lin seemed to remember something, recalling the scene when he just pulled out the sword.

"It seems...that's how it is...waving the sword!"

Xu Lin repeated the movement of drawing the sword in his hand, and looked at the gap involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)