Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zhuge Qingyun pressed the mechanism on the wall, and a heavy stone gate creaked open before the four of them.

"Then please come inside!" Zhuge Qingyun made a gesture.

Four people entered the armory together.

This was Yang Ruqing's first time actually being in the armory. She had heard about it before and seen it on TV, but those were just props.

Now, she truly saw the weapons, within reach to touch. The diverse shapes and forms of these weapons truly opened her eyes, leaving her in awe and amazement.

Luo Fengtang's reaction was similar to Yang Ruohua's, both of them were shocked.

Especially, he was also a general. His passion for weaponry and horses was akin to a modern man's obsession with cars.

“Zhu Jian Shan Zhuang, truly lives up to its reputation!” Luo Feng Tang couldn’t help but sigh, his eyes gleaming.

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The white-robed sect leader who walked beside him smiled and said, "This old fool Zhuge has devoted his whole life to nothing but tinkering with swords and weapons. He still has some stock."

Zhuge Qingyun, who was walking ahead, heard the conversation between the two behind him. He straightened his chest and said, "I've always said that anyone or anything can betray you, except for your shadow and the sword in your hand. They will never abandon you!"

He turned to Yang Ruqing and said, “You little girl, you only know some flashy moves. Let this old man take out his sword and compare it with your sword to see which one is sharper.”

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, "Senior, please first."

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Zhuge Qingyun looked at the swords hanging in the sword tomb behind him, thinking which one to choose.

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Yang Ruqing was also looking at these swords. Although she wasn't a swordsman and didn't understand swords, some things don't require you to know too much,

This is a test.

A truly good sword, it carries its own spirit. It will transmit that feeling to you through your senses.

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At this moment, standing before these swords, she had a very distinct feeling.

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Some swords, if you get too close, make you feel a searing heat all over. Others, however, will leave you feeling bone-chillingly cold.

And some swords, they are hung there, the gleam from their blades so intense that you dare not look directly at them. They are heavily imbued with a sinister aura and a fierce energy, making anyone who passes by feel a tremor in their heart.

Here, Zhuge Qingyun picked up a grayish sword and turned to Yang Ruoqing, saying: “This Suzaku Sword is ranked fifth in the Armament Catalog. Let this old man use this Suzaku Sword to see how your sword compares.”

Having said that, he drew his sword and casually performed two sword flowers.

“It’s your turn, unsheathe your sword!” he said.

Yang Ruqing lowered her head and found that the Mo Xie sword in her hand trembled slightly.

Yang Ruqing smiled faintly, raised her head and said to Zhuge Qingyun: "The sword in my hand is quite proud. This mere fifth-ranked Suzaku Sword is not even worthy of unsheathing it."

"Master Zhuge, perhaps you should change your sword?" she said.

This statement made Zhuge Qingyun quite unhappy.

He glanced at the sword in Yang Ruohua's hand, then at the Suzaku Sword in his own.

Don't be too arrogant, old man wants to see just how proud your sword truly is!

He reached out and snatched the sword from Yang Ruqing's hand, grasping the hilt as if to draw it, but no matter how hard he strained, the blade seemed to be fused with the length of the sword.

“What kind of sword is this?” he asked, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Yang Ruqing smiled.

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The Headmaster in white would never miss an opportunity to ridicule Zhuge Qingyun. He quickly said, "Aren't you from the Sword Sect? Don't you claim that you can find any famous weapon in Jianjian Mountain Villa? How come, even you, Zhuge Qingyun, don't recognize this sword? Have you lost your reputation?"

Zhuge Qingyun ignored the white-clad sect leader's mockery. His gaze was fixed solely on Yang Ruqing, and the sword she had brought with her.

"I must be out of touch, young miss. What kind of sword is this?" asked Zhuge Qingyun. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated! ?

"Why can't I pull it out? Could there be a mechanism hidden on this sword?" he asked.

Fingers traced the length of the sword, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

Yang Ruqing smiled and said, "This sword's name is Mo Xie!"

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“Mo Xie?” Zhuge Qingyun couldn’t stay calm now.

"The legendary sword of the mandarin ducks, the female sword Mo Xie?" he asked.

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Zhuge Qingyun gasped, taking another look at the Mo Xie sword in front of him. Then, after throwing the Mo Xie sword to Yang Ruohui, he turned and drew a silver snake sword that emitted white light from the center of the sword tomb.

Seeing this silver serpent sword, the headmaster of the White Clothes sect was delighted.

“Or perhaps it’s your face that holds such weight, even this old madman has brought out the Silver Serpent Sword, ranked first in the Weaponry Catalog.” The leader of the White-Clothed Sect said.

Yang Ruqing glanced at the white-clothed sect leader, her eyes questioning if the silver snake sword was really that impressive?

The White-Clothed Sect Leader said: "This Silver Snake Sword, it is said to be a divine sword passed down from a very long time ago. The artisan who forged this sword fused the dragon bones from the East Sea with Xuan Bing iron for seventy-seven forty-nine days."

It is said that this silver snake sword, when drawn from its scabbard, emits a dragon's roar, hence it is also known as the Dragon Roar Sword. It possesses immense power. Isn't that right, Old Madman?

Zhuge Qingyun raised an eyebrow and said, "This sword, it cuts through steel like mud, invincible in all directions. Since its creation, it has yet to meet a worthy opponent."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and was about to speak when her arm vibrated again.

She lowered her head and saw the Mo Xie Sword trembling violently in her hand. She seemed to sense the sword's eagerness to be unsheathed, Her left hand gripped the blade, and her right hand grasped the hilt.

After a sharp cry, everyone felt a blue light flash before their eyes. In the next instant, they saw Yang Ruqing holding a sword high in her hand.

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I can't see what this blade looks like at all, because it's surrounded by a hazy mist. Within the mist, there are flashes of electricity, crackling and sparking.

At the same time, the silver snake sword that had been firmly held in Zhuge Qingyun's hand suddenly fell to the ground with a 'click'.

The blade fell from its sheath, quivering on the ground as if it wanted to return to its resting place.

"Huh? What's this about? Are you eager for a fight?" the head of the White clothed sect asked.

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He bent down to pick up the silver snake sword from the ground, reinserted its blade into its scabbard, and said to Yang Ruqing, "No need for that. Let's settle this right here!"

After saying that, he turned and put the Silver Serpent Sword back into its scabbard. The previously agitated Silver Serpent Sword finally calmed down.

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And at that moment, the other swords in the Sword Tomb all began to tremble.

Zhuge Qingyun glanced around, his face turning even darker. He said, "I lost!"

"Huh?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, hadn't reacted yet.

“We haven't even started cutting things yet, how did we lose?” she asked.

Zhu Ge Qingyun remained silent, but Luo Fengtang and the leader of the Baiyi sect beside him both understood.

Luo Fengtang smiled and came over to support Yang Ruocheng's shoulders, "Let go, return the Mo Xie Sword."

Yang Ruqing nodded, obediently sheathed her sword. The trembling sounds around them ceased, but strangely, the swords in the sword tomb seemed to have subdued their auras, becoming like ordinary pieces of scrap iron lying quietly in their places.

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The white-clothed sect master laughed loudly, looking up.

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