Jun Changxiao sighed and said: "Lingyan Pavilion can only accommodate twenty-four people. It seems that the weapons may only be twenty-four."

Guessed wrong.

Because after gathering twenty-four weapons, more weapons will appear one by one later.

Jun Chang laughs at the weapon named ‘Ziying, Meteor’. The level presented is introduced as high-level holy product. The condition is that the Lingyan Pavilion’s merit score reaches 50 points, and the price is 5,000 contribution points.

The system said: "It seems that the magical weapons in the Divine Weapon Pavilion are not only for use by residents. They can also be used as long as they have a certain amount of merit."

Jun Changxiao said listlessly: "I can't use it!"

As long as he is a disciple, he will get more or less Lingyan Pavilion merit points on weekdays, but as the sect leader, he does not have this function. Unless the condition is 0 points, it will be difficult to use it.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A bunch of weapons appeared one after another, and the divine level appeared again, and they were also classified separately in a space.

Jun Chang smiled and almost vomited blood on the spot.

This kind of high-level magic weapon does not require Lingyan Pavilion merit points, but if it is a sect elder, the price is still 10,000 contribution points.

The grid is still generating weapons, and the subsequent conditions are the hall leader level.

"Nima!"

Jun Changxiao held his head and said: "This is intentional to avoid me perfectly!"

Just when he was about to take back the Shenbing Pavilion, the last grid suddenly flashed with colorful light, and then a spear-like weapon gradually appeared, with the words "Guide the Country" written on it.

"Guide to the country?"

Jun Changxiao looked carefully, and the expression on his face suddenly collapsed.

The lower body of the weapon is similar to a gun, but when the gun head is replaced, the style of the painting changes suddenly, because it is not a gun head, nor a knife head, but a palm, with the index finger and middle finger standing upright, in a one-handed thousand-year-old killing posture, and a wave of hair.

'Point' the momentum of the country!

"God is so directing the country!"

Jun Changxiao roared: "It's obviously a point on your butt, okay?"

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Chapter completed!