"You … You dare to scold me?"
The man beside the big rat spirit was stunned, and then his anger flared up. They held positions in the Artifact Pavilion, which was not something that the fat Taoist, who was in charge of miscellaneous work, could compare to. They had connections or spent a lot of money to get in, and they had Dharma treasures and Origin Veins in their hands. When the disciples saw them, who would not be respectful? It was also because of this that they developed their arrogant and domineering personalities.
But who would have thought that today, he would dare to scold a disciple who had just joined the sect, just because he had reprimanded him a little?
In a moment of anger, the man took a step forward, wanting to slap the kid.
When Fang Xing saw him like this, he knew that he was about to make a move. He took a step back and laughed in a low voice. "You tried to extort a bribe, and now you want to fight with a man? Does Taoism still have rules? "
The man's expression suddenly changed, and he stopped his attack.
Although the disciples who joined the sect all followed the rules and tacitly gave them the Spirit Stone, this matter could not be seen in public.
He saw that the kid in front of him was not old, but he looked like a wily old fox. He was really afraid that the kid would spill the beans …
"Haha, haha, why are you fighting as soon as you meet? This is not good …"
The big rat spirit looked at Fang Xing with a smile, and said maliciously, "Little Junior Brother, you are young, but you have a hot temper. Forget it, we were just joking with you just now. Go in and choose a Dharma treasure, and keep your eyes open …"
"Thank you, Senior Brother!"
Fang Xing cupped his fists, and ignored the big rat spirit's hidden meaning, and went in.
When he went in to take a look, he was instantly shocked. This was not some Artifact Pavilion, it was clearly a general store.
Rows upon rows of wooden shelves were placed with flying swords, talisman treasures, spirit tools, and other items. At first glance, it was a dazzling sight. Every item seemed to be quite extraordinary. Some of them even had a name pasted on them, as well as a small introduction. Some of them were simply a pile of items on the shelves. They were a mess of talismans, flying swords, treasure bottles, and even compasses. It was hard to tell whether they were good or bad.
At this time, Fang Xing finally understood why every new outer sect disciple was willing to bribe these people. There were too many Dharma treasures here. From the outside, it was impossible to tell which one was good and which one was bad, and they did not understand its use. If they just randomly picked one, the chances of them making a mistake were too high.
The big rat spirit and his two juniors saw Fang Xing's dazed expression and immediately sneered.
It was not that they had never met people who were reluctant to hand over their Spirit Stones, but these people were all cheated by them.
Although this Artifact Pavilion was filled with low-level Dharma treasures that Blue Cloud Sect outer sect disciples could use, there were still two to three thousand of them. Not long ago, Blue Cloud Sect recruited disciples, and a large number of good quality Dharma treasures were chosen. Now, more than half of the remaining Dharma treasures were of low quality, or were directly damaged and could not be used normally. Some of the good ones were also hidden in places that were hard to see.
They did not believe that this brat who contradicted them could pick anything good!
"Hmph, these three bastards want to cheat me. Today, I'll let you open your eyes …"
Fang Xing came back to his senses, sneered in his heart, and slowly walked forward.
"Little Junior Brother, every disciple who enters the Artifact Pavilion is only given the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. I'll light it for you …"
The big rat spirit said with a smile, and gave a look to the man beside him to choose the driest incense stick and light it.
The man understood. When he lit the incense stick, he deliberately broke off a small piece of it, and then inserted it into the incense burner.
The dry incense stick burned quickly, and the man secretly broke off a small piece. Fang Xing did not even have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. At most, he only had two-thirds of the time. He might not even be able to look at all of them, so how could he choose?
Usually, if the disciple who came to choose the Dharma treasures gave a generous bribe, the few disciples guarding the pavilion would not only forget about the incense stick, but they would also give advice based on the bribe.
"Low-level flying sword, made of well-tempered steel, engraved with a spell formation, low Spirit Qi …"
"Storage ring, made of Thousand Hammer Gold, space square …"
"Purple Copper flying sword, engraved with three spell formations, all damaged …"
Fang Xing did not care about the little tricks of the big rat spirit and the others. He just minded his own business. Wherever he looked, he knew the quality and characteristics of the Dharma treasures very well. He was very relaxed. Just as the fat Daoist had said, there were many good looking magic tools that were placed in plain sight. It was just that their internal formations were already damaged. If they were really chosen, then they would only be left with a pile of scrap metal.
No matter how good the Dharma treasures were, if the inner spell formations were damaged, they would become scrap metal. For these Dharma treasures, the inner spell formations were even more valuable than the material they were made of. After they were damaged, it was not worth it to find someone to repair them.
After all, the weapon masters who could repair the Dharma treasures had to pay a high price to repair them. It was better to buy a new one.
"Do I have to choose one of these flying swords or storage rings?"
Fang Xing thought to himself. He had already seen a few Dharma treasures, and they were all very good.
However, Fang Xing wasn't in a hurry to choose. He was considering that with his current spirit force, even if he chose a good flying sword, it wouldn't be enough for it to fly more than ten feet. If it was used to defend against an enemy, it wouldn't be as good as the dagger in his hand. Therefore, what he needed the most wasn't these weapons, nor was it the storage ring or anything like that.
What suited him should be some Dharma treasures that could help him …
The big rat spirit and the other two saw Fang Xing standing in front of a good flying sword that they had deliberately hidden behind a pile of Dharma treasures. They suddenly felt a little nervous. They were afraid that this kid would get lucky and really choose that Dharma treasure. "Ahem, Little Brother, time is almost up.
"Ahem, Junior Brother, time is almost up. Hurry up and choose. If it's hard for you to choose, I can also recommend some things to you. Look over here, they are all good things. For example, this flag. Once you inject spiritual energy into it, it can release an extremely fierce flame. If you're fighting against an enemy, with a wave of the flag, a fire dragon will fly out. It's definitely a good thing …"
Big Mouse's sharp tongue was like a lotus flower as it incited Fang Xing, wanting him to choose a flag that looked very good.
But Fang Xing only glanced at it and made up his mind.
That flag was indeed good. It actually contained seven Dharma Formations. It could be said that it was very rare in the Dharma Weapon Pavilion.
Unfortunately, the seven Dharma Formations were already damaged and could not be more useless. There was only some residual fire will left. The big rat spirit did not have good intentions. If he really took that flag and tried it on the spot, it would definitely have extraordinary power. But once he took it out of the Dharma Weapon Pavilion, he would not be able to use it again. It was similar to the fat Taoist's sword talisman.
However, it was also at this moment that Fang Xing's eyes suddenly lit up. He noticed an Dharma Weapon near the Fire Flag.
He saw that it was a green ghost mask. He did not know what it was made of, but there were some knife and axe marks on it. There was also a gap at the top of the head. It was thrown in the corner like a piece of trash, and there was already a layer of dust on it.
It looked like the most useless thing in the Dharma Weapon Pavilion. But when he saw it, a few pieces of information flashed through Fang Xing's mind: Thousand Ghost Mask, 36 Dharma Formations …
"This is actually a mid-grade Dharma Weapon with 36 Dharma Formations, and the Dharma Formations are basically intact …"
Fang Xing felt a wave of excitement. After understanding the function of the mask, he was instantly overjoyed. It turned out that this Thousand Luo Ghost Mask was actually a shapeshifting magical item. After wearing it, it could change one's appearance, voice, and even aura and height. The thirty-six spirit designs represented that this Thousand Luo Ghost Mask had thirty-six transformations and could transform into thirty-six different people …
This was simply a must-have Dharma Weapon for killing people and robbing them!
Fang Xing decided in an instant.
"Haha, little Junior Brother has taken a fancy to this mask? You really have a good eye. This mask is … is that … Nine Nether Ghost Flame Thunderbolt Godly Mask … After wearing it, you can borrow the power of gods and demons, and its power is infinite … Haha … "
The big rat spirit laughed. It seemed that he did not know the function of this mask at all, and even called it by the wrong name.
"Haha, not bad, not bad. It is very suitable for this little Junior Brother!"
"If Junior Brother wears it, he will be very awe-inspiring!"
The other two people also laughed, and kept saying that Fang Xing should hurry up and choose it.
"Is this Dharma Weapon really that good? Senior Brothers are not lying to me, are you? "
Fang Xing turned the mask over and over in his hand, looking like he was in a dilemma.
"How could that be? This mask is very suitable for Junior Brother. With it, Junior Brother's cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and you will be able to move unhindered in the outer sect. Even breaking through to the fourth level of true qi and becoming an inner sect disciple, I'm afraid it will only be a matter of one or two years … "
The big rat spirit said with a grin, inciting Fang Xing to accept the mask.
"That's right, Junior Brother, why don't you take it back first and use it for a few days? If it really doesn't work, take it back and Senior Brother will change it for you!"
The person next to him also said the same, looking like he was easy to talk to.
"Since all three Senior Brothers have said so, then I will choose it!"
Fang Xing deliberately pretended to be hesitant, and picked up the mask.
"Well said, I will record it down …"
The big rat spirit was very straightforward. He quickly took out a blank jade medallion from the pile of jade medallions, and quickly inserted his divine sense into it. "Year of the Gengzi, the eleventh month, the first day of the eleventh month … Outer sect disciple Fang Xing receives … a low-grade magic tool …"
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