Still the same, Yan Ning pried open the cabinet with a Ming Breaking Knife, took out the Chunjun sword and the sword cover beside him, and inserted the sword into the sword cover. Yan Ning carried Chunjun on his back together.

Since the guards outside the Zhenbao Pavilion were extremely strict, the security inside was relatively simple. All the treasures were placed randomly on the shelves, and the more precious ones were placed in the glass window. People from Longhu Mountain never thought that one day the Zhenbao Pavilion would be robbed like this.

After looking around, Yan Ning never saw any weapons he liked again, so he turned his eyes to the last ladder.

There are only six floors of the Treasure Pavilion. Yan Ning has seen all the treasures of heaven, wealth, earth, weapons and skills. So what will appear in the sixth floor of the Treasure Pavilion?

With anticipation, Yan Ning stepped onto the stairs, but he was soon disappointed because he saw that there was a large iron door on the top of the stairs.

"Damn, there are no iron gates on the five floors below. Why did I make this happen in the end? Are Zhang Rushan and the others indifferent?..."

The way was blocked by the iron gate, which even blocked Yan Ning's interest. He looked at the big iron gate unwillingly and decided to try it.

So, he took out the Mingpo Sword again and looked in the center of the big iron gate for a long time. He was surprised to find that there was no crack in the big iron gate!

"Strange, it shouldn't be!" Yan Ning looked at the iron door in confusion. No matter how well-crafted a door was, it would not be even a crack.

"Is it possible..."

Yan Ning hesitated for a moment, put away the Mingpo Knife, grabbed the handle of the big iron door with both hands, and pulled it to the left.

Click!

With a light sound, the big iron gate was easily pulled open from the left by Yan Ning!

"It turns out to be a sliding door!" Yan Ning said speechlessly, "Zhang Rushan and the others are really stupid, and the identification has been completed."

Without any hesitation, Yan Ning completely opened the iron gate and entered the top floor of the Zhenbao Pavilion.

Unlike the five floors below, the layout of the sixth floor does not look like a place where treasures are hidden, but rather like a study room for a person.

The eyes were filled with a screen, similar to the house where Yan Ning lived in Longhu Mountain, and there was nothing strange. Bypassing the barrier, Yan Ning saw a wooden table and a wooden chair. Behind the wooden chair was a high bookshelves, and windows were on both sides of the surroundings.

There was tea on the wooden table and two cups opposite each other. Yan Ning was surprised to find that there was still heat in the teapot on the wooden table.

A teapot with heat dissipation? Yan Ning's pupils suddenly dilated. Could it be that there is a person living on the sixth floor of this Treasure Pavilion?!

"Ahem, what, the courier delivery, has anyone signed for it?"

Yan Ning stopped, stood next to the big iron gate, and said carefully.

If there was someone, he immediately turned around and ran away.

But for a long time, Yan Ning didn't hear the response, so he felt relieved - no one knew that his express delivery was coming, and he could still resist getting it.

He strode around the screen, and first ignored the desk, but looked at the bookshelf.

What disappointed him was that there were no legendary martial arts secrets on the bookshelf, all of which were ordinary Feng Shui knowledge and Taoist classics. Yan Ning even found a book called "Jin Ping Mei" here.

"It seems that the people who lived here are not good birds!" Yan Ning put the book back on the bookshelf and said with a wicked smile.

Suddenly, a flash of light in the room was shocked. Yan Ning was startled and turned around quickly. Only then did he realize that opposite the desk, there was a huge bronze tripod. Under the tripod, there was a dark sword floating in the sky.

This sword is several inches longer than the Chunjun sword, and it is dark all over, like an inconspicuous fire stick, but it emits a strange light, as if it can devour all dark energy.

"Hiss-What kind of sword is this?"

Yan Ning touched his chin and walked towards the long sword. He stretched his neck out from half a meter away, looking at the long sword.

Generally, sword-casting masters will carve the name of the sword on the sword grid, which is true for Chunjun Sword, but Yan Ning walked around the bronze tripod several times, but he did not find any words written on the sword grid of the black sword.

Or, he couldn't see clearly at all.

This sword was stored on the top floor of the Treasure Pavilion by Longhu Mountain in such a strange way. Yan Ning thought it was definitely not an ordinary item, at least much more precious than the things on the five floors downstairs.

So, somehow, Yan Ning slowly stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the long sword.

hiss……

It seemed that because of the hot flames under the copper cauldron, the temperature of the black sword was extremely high. Yan Ning's palm was burnt with flesh as soon as he held the black sword, and a bad smell filled the room.

Yan Ning quickly withdrew his hand and habitually blew the burnt palm. Not long after, due to the effect of the demon body, the palm quickly returned to its original state.

"Hey, little girl, I really think I can't take you out!" Yan Ning said unwillingly, picked up the Mingpo Sword and used the Mingpo's tip to pick the black sword.

But Ming Po just touched the black sword, and a terrible force suddenly burst out from the black sword, instantly lifting Yan Ning and smashing it on the bookshelf.

Ming broke aside, as if his color had dimmed a lot. Yan Ning raised his hand and found that his tiger's mouth had cracked. He quickly covered his wound, fearing that the blood would fall to the ground, so as not to be found by Longhu Mountain.

"Can even Ming Po bounce off easily?" Yan Ning picked up Ming Po, frowned, thinking about something. After a while, he made up his mind.

This kind of treasure is rare in a thousand years. If it is not taken away, Yan Ning will definitely die of regret. So even if it is burnt, Yan Ning must get it!

Yan Ning held Ming Po on his back and resolutely reached out to grab the Black Sword. A familiar pain came. Yan Ning gritted his teeth tightly and held back and refused to shout.

A heavy breath came from Yan Ning's nostrils. His hand holding the black sword actually ignited a flame. The flame slowly climbed onto Yan Ning's wrist and extended to his arm along Yan Ning's palm.

Yan Ning stared at the Black Sword with his eyes tightly and refused to let go.

In the end, the flames wrapped Yan Ning entirely. Yan Ning, who was holding the black sword, had become a fire man.

It's strange that the strange flames could burn Yan Ning's body, but it had no effect on his clothes.

"Care me!!"

Yan Ning shouted softly, endured the severe pain, and used all his strength, as if he had broken through the shackles, and actually pulled out the black sword from the bronze tripod!

The strange flame disappeared in an instant. Yan Ning suddenly felt weak all over and threw the black sword to the ground, and fell to the ground and gasped.
Chapter completed!