Ye Xiyue came to a bookshelf, casually stretched out her hand and reached towards a purple light group.
The moment her fingers touched the ball of light, the light dissipated and an ax appeared in her hand.
The head of this ax is very sharp, and the handle is carved from extremely precious rosewood.
Ye Xiyue held it in her hand and played with it for a while, then she discovered that there were a few small words engraved on the bottom of the hand.
"Qingyang Ax--medium yellow rank."
The levels of spiritual weapons are divided into four levels: "Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang", and each level has three levels: "Upper, Middle and Lower".
The yellow level is medium, which is already considered a very good spiritual weapon.
Ye Xiyue weighed it twice, put the Qingyang ax back, and walked forward again.
There are at least hundreds of light clusters here, each scattered on the bookshelf. The light is shining and dazzling.
Ye Xiyue then looked at a few more light groups.
"Tianfang Arrow—Huang Jie's lower class."
"Purple Thunder Flash—Medium Yellow Level."
"Qingfeng Ice Blade—Medium Yellow Rank."
...
Along the way, Ye Xiyue looked at a lot, but couldn't find anything he was satisfied with.
For some reason, she always felt that none of this belonged to her.
So in the end I had to give up and continue searching.
People outside soon came in.
The space in Tianwen Hall is wide, and there is no problem in accommodating these dozens of people.
Moreover, everyone admired and respected Tianwen Palace so much that they did not dare to act arrogantly here. After entering, almost everyone was quiet.
Even when he spoke, he kept his voice as low as possible.
At first glance, there were only footsteps wandering between the bookshelves.
After a while, a cry of joy suddenly came from behind Ye Xiyue.
"I succeeded! I succeeded!"
In the quiet hall, this sound was really harsh.
Almost everyone looked in the direction of the sound, including Ye Xiyue.
Soon she saw a boy who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, looking excitedly at a long green knife held in his hands.
It was the Qingfeng Ice Blade that she put down not long ago.
Judging from this appearance, the spiritual weapon must have recognized its owner.
For a time, everyone had different reactions.
Only a few people can successfully select spiritual weapons from here every year.
When you see others succeed, you will inevitably feel anxious.
The young man held the knife and rushed out happily.
——Those who have obtained the spiritual weapon can choose to stay or leave early.
When his figure disappeared outside the door, his excited voice could still be vaguely heard.
Ye Xiyue curled her lips.
It is already very rare to obtain a spiritual weapon, let alone one who is still at the middle level of Huang rank.
If it were other people, they would have the same reaction.
She quickly retracted her attention and continued to search for her own spiritual weapon.
...
Time passes slowly.
Three more people in the middle successfully obtained the spiritual weapon.
Among the three, one was of medium yellow rank and two were of lower rank.
The remaining people gradually became anxious, and the atmosphere became a little restless.
At this moment, a brilliant light suddenly shined!
Ye Xiyue raised her eyes and saw not far ahead, Ye Yaoting was holding a long aqua blue sword in her hand.
Someone exclaimed:
"A high-ranking Huang-level person!? The third lady is really powerful. If she doesn't take action, she will become a blockbuster! This is the only high-level Huang-level person who has appeared in the family trials in recent years, right?"
Ye Yaoting was obviously very excited too.
Sensing Ye Xiyue's gaze, she raised her eyes and looked over, unable to hide the pride in her eyes.
"Sister, you've been here for so long and you haven't found your spiritual weapon yet?"