Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 133 Race against time
"Sure enough, there are divine soldiers!"

"The best weapon, the cold light is shining, it's really good."

"There are so many treasures here, grab them quickly."

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Two waves of more than [-] warriors rushed into the Shenbing Pavilion, as if they had entered the treasure house of the Dragon Palace, and there were exaggerated exclamations.

Hearing the sound coming from inside, the hearts of the warriors outside seemed to be scratched by cats, a feeling of itching could not be stopped, and they wanted to enter the attic even more.

It's just that, under the circumstances that everyone was trying their best to squeeze in, a kind of check and balance was created instead, which made the doorway more tightly blocked.

"Get out of the way for me."

After a thunderous roar, one person rushed to the attic with big strides.

This is a tall giant man, not only not small in size, but also not weak in cultivation, he is one of the few first-class warriors.

If these first-class warriors could remain calm at the beginning, when they knew that there were indeed many magical weapons in the Divine Weapon Pavilion, they couldn't stand still any longer and decided to make a move.

The magic weapons in the Shenbing Pavilion are unowned items, so whoever can get them will be the ones, although they can be snatched afterwards, the reputation is not good, isn't it.

Like a giant grasshopper galloping forward, stomping on the ground, the giant man came to the gate of the Shenbing Pavilion in three or two steps, and with a slight gain of momentum, he pushed his hands forward violently.

"Oh, it squeezed me to death."

"Ah, my bones, are my bones broken?"

"Hey, come in, great, my magic soldier, here I come."

……

As expected of a top-notch martial artist with deep cultivation, the effect of the giant man's attack was immediate, pushing those people who were crowded at the door into the Shenbing Pavilion, but the side effects were relatively serious, and there were screams one after another ll.

The screams didn't last long, and they turned into bursts of ecstatic cheers. For the sake of the magic soldier, a little pain is nothing.

As soon as the gate was unblocked, the people behind poured into the attic one after another, with that attitude of striving to be the first, I was afraid that I would be slow.

Mixed with the crowd, Zhao Ji entered the Shenbing Pavilion like Dai Buzhou, and saw that the attic was very wide, and there were rows of weapon racks on all sides, filled with all kinds of weapons. blade.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen types of weapons, everything is available, in addition to the conventional eighteen types of weapons, in addition, there are some strange weapons on the shelf, even Zhao Ji doesn't recognize it.

Hundreds of weapons were placed there, and on the blades of the weapons, there was a cold light shining, and an extreme sense of sharpness emanated naturally.

As soon as many warriors poured into the Shenbing Pavilion, seeing the shining weapons, their eyes immediately lit up, and they rushed towards those weapons with ecstasy on their faces.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you have already taken the weapons, why are you still standing here, get out of the way quickly."

"I've taken a fancy to this sword, go and get other weapons."

"This is what I like. You dare to snatch it from me. You are courting death."

"Give it up, let it go, I haven't got it yet."

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There are too many people and few weapons, and there are not enough things to divide. There will definitely be chaos. Everyone pushes me, I push you, and even directly fights for a certain weapon, making the attic a "ping-pong-pong" mess .

The twenty or so warriors who came in first, not only had one weapon, but were not satisfied, wishing to get ten or eight.

Some people have not grabbed a single weapon yet, those guys dared to eat more and occupy more, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the crowd, and finally, there was a tendency to be attacked by groups.

As soon as he entered the Shenbing Pavilion, Dai Buzhou, who was with Zhao Ji, greeted him, and before he could react, he rushed to the nearest weapon rack, fearing that he would not be able to grab the weapon.

Zhao Ji, on the other hand, was not moved by the petty gains in front of him, he calmly watched the chaos in the pavilion, and at the same time carefully looked around.

In a corner of the attic, Zhao Ji found a staircase, which is a spiral staircase, the whole body is made of wood, and has an old and simple feeling. Thinking about it, it has been a few years.

"Sure enough, this attic has more than one floor."

Seeing the wooden stairs, Zhao Ji showed an expression that everything was under control, and secretly said in his heart.

When he was outside, Zhao Ji paid special attention to the height of the Shenbing Pavilion. According to his estimation, this loft should have more than one floor.

Generally speaking, in this kind of attic where treasures are hidden, it is better to hide things as high as possible, or to hide things as low as possible.

Since there is a second floor in the Shenbing Pavilion, the treasured magical weapons must be better than those on the first floor, which makes Zhao Ji full of expectations.

Although the weapons placed on the first floor are good, they are much stronger than the fine iron sword Zhao Ji bought in Qiaomu Town, but they are still not enough for the ranks of precious swords.

The Autumn Water Sword that Luo Qiushui gave to Zhao Ji is actually a precious sword. The blade of the sword is rippling like water, the light is shaking, and it is extremely sharp. It may not reach the level of cutting iron like mud, but it is almost the same.

In this way, a long sword, which is quite good in all aspects, has barely entered the ranks of treasured swords. Naturally, these weapons on the first floor are quite inferior.

Many thoughts in his mind flashed by, and Zhao Ji moved towards the corner in a low-key manner, deliberately avoiding those warriors who were extremely excited and full of tyrannical aura, trying not to be noticed by others.

Before arriving at the wooden stairs, Zhao Ji's toes lightly touched the ground, and his figure was like a wisp of smoke as he galloped towards the stairs.

People with good lightness kung fu can make the ground clean and walk on the snow without traces. Although Zhao Ji has not yet reached this level, it is still no problem to walk by without making the slightest sound of footsteps.

Going up to the second floor, with a glance, Zhao Ji found that this is a space no smaller than the first floor, standing against the wall, and there are also rows of weapon racks, but the number is slightly smaller than that of the first floor.

There were less than thirty weapons placed on the weapon shelf, Zhao Ji could confirm that these weapons were much better than the first level, and should be at the same level as the Qiushui Sword.

However, these weapons still did not tempt Zhao Ji, because there was also a spiral wooden staircase in the opposite corner, leading to the third floor.

"In the third floor, there should be better weapons. I have to hurry up. If those guys react, it will be bad to block them."

Time was running out, Zhao Ji didn't dare to waste any time, so he rushed forward.

Thanks to his calm mind, Zhao Ji took the first step, but sooner or later, the rest of the people will react and get rid of the temptation of the ordinary weapons on the first floor. At that time, they will definitely find the stairs leading to the second floor.

Although Zhao Ji would not underestimate himself, he was not sure about snatching things from the hands of several first-rate warriors.

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Chapter 1 delivered.

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