Almighty Conceited Sovereign

When Fang Shaobai came back to her senses, she said resolutely and decisively.    

What a joke, an inner disciple would only have the chance to enter the Neiwu Hall Armory to pick out a random Martial Skills Jade Strip and sell it, how could that be possible?    

But Fang Shaobai thought about it too.    

For such a wondrous matter, there was a tyrannical logic behind it. Otherwise, how could these people come to ask others when they knew they couldn't possibly be sold? And why did Duan Muyun seem to be in a difficult position?    

Fang Shaobai even thought that these three groups of people probably did not coincidentally appear here, but simply squatted there and waited for every new inner disciple. Blocking roads halfway was already the same as robbing people.    

"Alright!"    

Duan Muyun seemed to have long guessed that Fang Shaobai would give such an answer. He did not explain and turned around to inform the three groups of people of Fang Shaobai's intentions. Sure enough, the three of them looked unhappy, and from afar, they looked at Fang Shaobai with furious eyes, and some of them even pointed at him, seemingly warning him to be more careful.    

Fang Shaobai laughed coldly, he did not care about the threats made by these sly old fogeys, who thought that they would be here for a long time, he did not want to provoke the young master, and she did not want to break all of your limbs like she did with Xu Yunming.    

After going through all these episodes, Fang Shaobai was not in a happy mood anymore. She felt that this sect was simply too big, there were truly all kinds of bird disciples here.    

If he wanted to rise up in such a sect, oh no, should he survive or should he rely on himself? If he didn't have a powerful strength, he would only be bullied again and again. Putting aside his pride, he might even lose his life at that time.    

In the end, the three groups of people did not come into direct contact with Fang Shaobai and turned to leave. Fang Shaobai did not want to get too ahead of herself, so she gathered with Duan Muyun and continued towards the Neiwu Hall Armory. On the way, Duan Muyun's brows were knitted tightly, she was extremely worried.    

Fang Shaobai knew that Duan Muyun's worry probably had something to do with the three groups of people from before. But he didn't ask, he didn't think it was necessary, there were some things that could only be persuasive if they happened.    

Not long after, Fang Shaobai finally met the Neiwu Hall Armory's Honorary Elder, Sun Qi.    

Sun Qi was a very unremarkable looking old man, small and thin, the kind of person one could easily ignore in a crowd of people.    

However, with Fang Shaobai's Martial Spirit's keen senses, she could still feel the terrifying energy hidden within his small and thin body. It was like a paper wrapped atomic bomb.    

Fang Shaobai did not dare to underestimate this old man.    

Sun Qi looked like he had just woken up. His eyelids drooped and his eyes looked a little dazed. But for some reason, Fang Shaobai felt a sharp glint in his eyes.    

Sun Qi did not say much, he only asked Fang Shaobai for two things. The first was Fang Shaobai's new inner disciple identity badge, and the second was the proof of entering the Neiwu Hall Armory.    

Fang Shaobai handed over the two items. After Sun Qi confirmed whether it was real or fake, he took away the proof of entry and returned the identity jade token back to Fang Shaobai. Then, he opened the door to the armory for Fang Shaobai.    

The entire process looked very simple, but in reality, it was enough to cause Fang Shaobai to break out in a cold sweat behind her back.    

He could feel that around the armory, besides Sun Qi, there were a few pairs of invisible eyes staring at him. Although he was only ten steps away from Sun Qi, it was as if he was walking in a muddy swamp.    

It was not real pressure, but an invisible pressure that was even more terrifying than real pressure, born from the bottom of Fang Shaobai's heart.    

After stepping into the armory, the door closed instantly, and sixteen lights lit up consecutively to illuminate the inside of the armory. Only then did Fang Shaobai feel that a lot of the pressure had disappeared, and her attention was immediately attracted by everything inside the armory.    

The layout of the armory was very simple, just some shelves. The shelves were marked with gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and dark. They represented the nine main categories of the nine martial artists, and the Martial Skills Jade Strip s were placed on the shelves one by one.    

Fang Shaobai swept her gaze over and couldn't help but gulp down her saliva. There were so many Martial Skills Jade Strip here, it was estimated to be more than two thousand of them. If these jade slips were to be placed outside the sect, it would definitely cause countless small clans to be envious and envious.    

Fang Shaobai didn't dare to be greedy in the slightest.    

In this seemingly empty armory, there were countless of experts secretly observing his every move. If they were to be greedy, it would only bring disaster upon themselves.    

You can be stupid, but you can't be stupid to the point.    

"Kid, you only have one chance to choose a martial skill. Time is one hour. Leave immediately after you're done."    

At this moment, a cold voice rang out. The voice echoed within the armory, making it impossible to tell where it came from.    

However, Fang Shaobai could hear the urging and impatience in the voice, saying that an hour was definitely an hour. If he was able to choose the martial skill she wanted by then, he would definitely be thrown out of the armory by the hidden experts.    

Fang Shaobai answered quickly: "Yes!"    

This went quickly to the shelf marked "Gold."    

When he first came here, he had already thought about it. He only had a single martial skill, so naturally he would have to choose one of the four types of innate fire, wood, earth, and metal, especially the metal attribute. Until now, Fang Shaobai did not have any Metal-type Martial Skills on him, which was equivalent to him being unable to use it due to his metal attribute cultivation.    

Therefore, Fang Shaobai's first target was the Metal-type Martial Skills.    

Fang Shaobai had already thought about it. She would first choose the metal element, and if there really was no Metal-type Martial Skills that she liked, then choose the other three.    

There were more than a hundred Metal-type Martial Skills jades on the shelves of the entire metal attribute. Fang Shaobai flipped through it once, and quickly used the numbers on the Martial Skills Jade Strip to determine the rank of these martial skills, which were all within the range of peak early in Su Pin.    

There was no one below the Su Pin, nor was there the Chenchen that Fang Shaobai had imagined. To be honest, Fang Shaobai was a little disappointed.    

The reason he came here was obviously to obtain a set of Chenchen. Because he currently had the strength to comprehend the Chenchen. Ten percent of his Chenchen, his battle strength would definitely increase by quite a bit.    

Since he didn't have Chenchen, he would choose one that was at the peak of the Su Pin.    

In the end, Fang Shaobai locked on to a Metal-type Martial Skills and peeked through a small wisp of consciousness. The Metal-type Martial Skills in this jade slip was called "Mild Sound Sword Demon".    

This martial skill was a blade and sword type martial skill, other than the tyrannical power of the martial skill, it also had a strange effect that Fang Shaobai liked.    

The two words "Clear Sound" had a strange effect.    

When this technique was used, it would produce a strange sound wave. Ordinary people would not be able to hear it, but only people with high Soul Realm would be able to sense it with their strong soul perception.    

As long as one's perception was slow and precise, the clear sound microwave would have a terrifying penetrative power that would directly affect the enemy's soul, forming a dizzying effect.    

Don't look at this tiny stun. It doesn't seem to have any damage. However, if it was two evenly matched experts fighting, this tiny bit of dizziness would become a fatal loophole. While he was still stunned, his head would have already been split open.    

"I'll choose this one!"    

Fang Shaobai quietly held onto the jade slip, she raised her head and looked around, and said: "Senior, this junior has already chosen a martial skill."    

"Then go!"    

The person hidden in the darkness did not try to urge him to stay either. After giving an indifferent response, he fell into silence, as if he had never said anything at all.    

"Master always likes to pretend to be mysterious." Fang Shaobai muttered in her heart, but she did not feel that there was any need for him to continue staying in the armory.    

Who would have thought that a sudden change would occur at this moment? A sudden miserable scream rang out, and the source of the scream was within the armory.    

Fang Shaobai was shocked. Could it be that an enemy had attacked, and someone had sneaked into the armory to kill the experts guarding the armory?    

Fang Shaobai was instinctively defensive.    

"Senior brother Lan, what's wrong with you? Did the injury start acting up again?"    

The screams suddenly became fainter and fainter, and the faint sounds of breathing could be heard. After a few breaths of time, an elderly voice could be heard: "I'm fine. I'm old. Don't worry Junior Brother Jun."    

Only now did Fang Shaobai understand, the expert in charge of the armory had an old disease on his body, it was just a sudden attack. However, from the sound of it, the person with the old illness seemed to be the person who spoke coldly after he entered the armory.    

"Hey, why hasn't this kid left yet?" "Junior brother Jun, open the door for him!"    

"Mm, alright."    

As the soft voice faded, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner. It was a white-clothed elder with a cold expression. Fang Shaobai did not see how he had appeared. But since this person had appeared, as a junior, he had no reason not to pay respects.    

Therefore, Fang Shaobai took the initiative to walk forward politely, and casually paid attention to the old patient. After all, he was a junior, and after hearing the conversation, it would be impolite not to ask about his concerns.    

Thank you, Elder Jun.    

This was only a form of respect as a junior.    

Unexpectedly, the white clothed old man seemed to be impatient, as though he thought Fang Shaobai was talking too much, he snorted and said: "Old illness, martial spirit injury, you said that there's nothing wrong? "Since you've already taken your martial skill, then hurry up and leave."    

Of course, when Fang Shaobai heard this, he felt very uncomfortable. She thought to herself, f * ck, this young master did it out of politeness, why don't you treat this young master as someone who loves you, who knows who you are and who you are?    

However, when he thought about the words "old ailments, injuries to the Martial Spirit", his heart couldn't help but slightly tremble.