In the "Forest of Divine Weapons", there are fifty-six crystal prisms, which seal fifty-six precious magic weapons. These magic weapons are all incompatible with the attributes of the disciples of the generation here, otherwise they would have been destroyed long ago.

If it falls into their hands, how can those disciples benefit from it?

When Chong Zhao led Sun Li and Tian Yingdong to get started, many of the things he said were untrue. For example, he boasted about how great Subao Mountain was and that the Seven Great Sects were the first-rate sects in the Sui Dynasty.

For the Shenbinglin, of course, "appropriate" rendering was also carried out.

Now even Sun Li will no longer believe what Chong Zhao said that day.

How rare is a magic weapon? It is hard to find one. Chongzhao boasted to Sun Li at that time that the lowest level magic weapon in the Shenwei Forest was a second-grade magic weapon. If this were true, Su Baoshan's family would be able to fight against Shenhuang Dao, and it would be so embarrassing.

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The claims that the ancestors died and the magic weapon automatically flew back to the mountain gate and landed in the Divine Weapon Forest were all deliberately fabricated by the sect to deceive new disciples.

The real situation is that among the fifty-six magical weapons in the Divine Weapon Forest, the highest level is an ancient ax of lower grade six, and most of them are of eighth grade. Some are indeed left behind by the ancestors, and some are plain weapons.

Those crystal prisms that Shan snatched from the hands of casual cultivators are just sealing formations.

When I heard that the magic weapons of Shenbinglin were to be distributed, the whole Subaoshan was boiling!

Magical weapons are rare, not to mention that although the magical weapons in the Divine Weapon Forest are not high-level, for ordinary disciples, they already feel like being hit by a giant gold and diamond pie.

As soon as the news came out, all the disciples immediately swarmed outside the Xuanwu Hall to wait.

Wan Xi had a gloomy old face, and had already directed several disciples to break the seal of Shen Bing Lin's magic weapon and move it outside the Xuanwu Hall one after another.

On the stone flat, Feng Zhong had already received instructions and led his people to prepare dozens of redwood long tables in advance. Wang Xi led the people to directly place the magical artifacts on the long tables. There were two magical artifacts placed on each table.

As soon as those magic weapons were placed, the disciples' eyes turned green, staring straight at the magic weapon they wanted. Their eyes wanted to stick to it and never wanted to leave.

Although Zhong Muhe has already ordered these magical artifacts to be given to his disciples respectively, after all, there are too many monks and there are nearly two hundred disciples in Subao Mountain. There are only fifty-six magical artifacts, how to divide them?

Su Xiaomei and several others came. Neither Su Xiaomei nor Zhong Lin wanted the magic weapon. Zhong Lin came to see the fun. Su Xiaomei came to show off.

The four people looked around, but there was no sign of Sun Li.

Dongfang Fu was a little surprised: "Where's Brother Li? They won't come at such a critical time?"

Su Xiaomei was also a little confused.

Zhong Lin shrugged his shoulders: "The door of his room was closed when I came out. There was no sound at all inside. Maybe he was in retreat."

…

Sun Lizheng was being urged by Wu Yao and Luo Huan to carve a sealing formation on a piece of spiritual cowhide with great pain. According to Wu Yao's request, this sealing formation with 3,650 formation engraved lines,

It must be controlled within an area the size of a copper coin to be considered qualified.

This time, Wu Yao and Luo Huan had no one to help. Sun Li relied entirely on his own strength.

He had failed four times in a row, and Wu Yao and Luo Huan were about to use all kinds of rude words, trampling his self-esteem, which was originally as solid as stone, to pieces.

…

The disciples put away all the magical weapons. Old Taoist Sister Wangxi waved her fly whisk and placed it on her elbow. She stood aside like a door god without saying a word, but her cold face made everyone think

The disciples who came up to take a closer look were deterred.

The disciples below were talking a lot, and they were all speculating on the method to be used to determine the candidate this time.

A moment later, a cough came from the Xuanwu Hall, and two disciples ran out and stood on both sides of the door with their hands lowered. Then, Wangxu walked out accompanied by Zhong Muhe.

The disciples immediately fell silent.

Zhong Muhe stood on the stone steps at the entrance of the hall, looked at the disciples below, and said calmly: "No matter how we divide it, you will feel it is unfair."

The disciples were embarrassed for a while. Indeed, they had been discussing for a long time, and the result was that no matter what method anyone came up with, there would be people who would object and find various reasons to think that this method was unfair.

Zhong Muhe continued: "Then let's stick to the old method and let the magic weapon choose its own owner."

These magical weapons are far from being able to give birth to weapon spirits, but in the Divine Weapon Forest, there has always been a formation that can show the compatibility between the magical weapons and the disciples who enter the Divine Weapon Forest. It is equivalent to choosing the owner of the magical weapon.

Same.

It's just that the number of disciples who entered the Divine Weapon Forest each time was very limited in the past, so few disciples could encounter a magical weapon that suited them well.

Zhong Muhe waved his hand, and a simple array that had been prepared descended and enveloped the entire stone flat. The disciples and magical weapons were all included.

"Okay, Wang Xi, please step back and let the disciples come forward. If the fit is high, the formation lines under the magic weapon will emit red light."

As soon as Wang Xi retreated, his disciples rushed forward.

…

The formation knife and pen in Sun Li's hand outlined the last engraved line, and then he lifted it up slightly. Only then did he realize that his hand was almost numb.

"call……"

After taking a long breath, Sun Li's nose moved. A strong smell of sweat came from his own body.

He couldn't even remember how many times his clothes were wet with sweat, and how many times he was wet with sweat.

"Finally succeeded once."

It is just the simplest sealing formation, but it is extremely difficult because the accuracy requirements are too high.

Judging from this sealing formation alone, Sun Li has reached a level that most formations in the world of Sui Dynasty cannot reach.

Of course, this does not mean that Sun Li is really better than those formation masters. After all, his mastery and practical operation of formations are still far behind. What he is good at is just one thing that was specially trained by Wu Yao:

Accuracy.

"Okay, let's take a rest first."

Wu Yao finally showed mercy and said what Sun Li had been waiting for for a long time. He threw away the formation sword and pen in his hand and fell asleep completely.

I slept for four full hours, and when I woke up it was already mid-afternoon outside.

The warm sunshine in winter didn't last long, and by this time, he was already lazily preparing to retreat. Sun Li carried the barrel out, and just as Su Xiaomei and Zhong Lin came back, Su Xiaomei immediately pinched her nose and said, "It stinks like hell.

Sun Li, what did you do?"

Sun Li waved his hands repeatedly: "Go back quickly, I want to take a shower, no peeking."

Su Xiaomei stuck out her tongue at him and made a face: "Bah, bah, bah! Who cares? Humph. Afu, Tingting, let's go."

Su Xiaomei took the two girls out, and Sun Li grabbed a bucket of water with a smile and splashed it towards Zhong Lin.

Old God Zhong Lin was there and did not move: "This is a mistake on your part..."

The bucket of water passed directly through Zhong Lin's body and poured it on the ground. Sun Li scratched his head: "I ignored this, it was a mistake."

He took off his clothes and poured a bucket of water over him.

…

Sun Li finished cleaning up, and several people got together again.

Even if Zhong Lin was sitting cross-legged and meditating, he was still floating in mid-air.

Li Ziting happily took out a small palm-length sword. The shape of the small sword was very strange. It had no handle and both ends were sharp blades. It was shiny and kept turning on his snow-white palm, making it look agile and sharp.

"This is the magic weapon in the Divine Weapon Forest." Su Xiaomei explained: "We all have magic weapons to identify their owners."

Dongfang Fu smiled brightly, an octagonal silver array appeared on one hand, and a long card-shaped shield appeared on the other hand.

Both magic weapons were shrunk and looked very delicate in her hands.

Li Ziting was greatly shocked: "They still want to show off, so you come out to attack them."

Su Xiaomei was also happy: "Two hundred disciples, fifty-six magical artifacts, on average only four people can get one. You didn't notice that everyone's eyes were green just now. As a result, Afu alone has two

If you recognize the owner of this magic weapon, you will drive those people crazy with envy."

They are all new disciples. According to the theory, the magic weapon automatically recognizes its master, so it would not choose them. However, each of them was recognized as its master, and Dongfang Fu even got two pieces.

Dongfang Fu is quite self-aware, her big eyes curved into two crescent moons with a smile: "Foolish people are blessed with foolishness."

Li Ziting's small double-headed sword is of lower grade seven, Dongfang Fu's two pieces, the shield is also lower grade of seventh grade, but the silver formation plate is of upper grade seven, the quality is really good, no wonder other disciples are jealous.

He was very curious about what Su Xiaomei got.

Su Xiaomei was still immersed in the joy of "dividing up" the magic weapons: "Didn't you see that Feng Zhong was so jealous at the time that he wanted to defeat the elder's disciples at the same time? He worked for a long time but came up empty-handed. Afu got two pieces at once.

.Hahaha……"

When Su Xiaomei is happy, she seems heartless and smiles happily.

Sun Li asked: "What did you get?"

The corners of Su Xiaomei's eyes suddenly drooped: "I was originally interested in a golden walking wave, but the beautiful magic weapon didn't resonate with me, so I only got such a weird-looking thing..."

As she spoke, she took out a turtle shell the size of a fist.

This tortoise shell is still very complete, with both upper and lower tortoise shells present. But it is empty inside. The tortoise shell is dark green all over, with clear patterns. It is not beautiful but not ugly at all. It is full of ancient charm and should be a good magical weapon.

But Su Xiaomei has no need for magic weapons at all. The people on the dragon's back have already prepared the magic weapons she needs for her practice. This thing is indeed of no use to her.

Sun Li took it and turned it over in his hand, but couldn't figure out why. He couldn't help but feel a little strange: "What grade of magic weapon is this?"

Speaking of this, Su Xiaomei became even more depressed: "I don't know, even Ancestor Zhong can't figure it out..."

"Ah?" Sun Li was also a little surprised. Zhong Lin smiled bitterly and said: "I asked about it in private later, and my uncle told me that this thing came from an ancestor who was in charge of the Shenbing Forest three hundred years ago. I don't know.

Where did he get it from? At that time, he regarded it as a treasure, but he tried every means, but could not be sacrificed. In the end, he had no choice but to send it to the Divine Weapon Forest, saying that it was reserved for those who were destined. However, his fellow disciples asked about it at the time, but the ancestor did not care.
Chapter completed!