Traveling through the first year of Panlong and Magnolia

Andrew was a little skeptical. Was this drunkard really drunk? Where in the material plane could there be so many artifacts? Even if there were, how could he have obtained them?

"Boy, you don't believe it?" The drunk turned around with a smile, not surprised at Andrew's performance at all.

Although the other party behaved very kindly, Andrew did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He was not familiar with him. What if he became moody and killed him? Wouldn't that be an unjust death?

Andrew replied respectfully: "Senior, I certainly believe what you said. However, my strength is low, and I can't tell the difference even if I see a divine weapon."

"The little guy is quite cautious. Be more cautious, be more cautious!"

The drunk man saw what Andrew was thinking at a glance, but he was not angry. Instead, he admired his attitude.

"Since the establishment of this secret room, no outsider has ever entered except an old friend of mine. You are lucky that the old man likes you and allows you to choose a weapon. Go ahead." After saying that, the drunk leaned against the wall and took a big sip of wine.

Andrew thought, this guy looks young, but he actually calls himself an old man, so he must be quite old. Thinking this way, he walked to a shelf over five meters high. A Saint Domain expert asked him to choose, and he didn't dare to refuse. Besides, he didn't want to refuse!

"A Saint Domain expert has collected so many weapons. Even if they are not divine weapons, they must be very precious. Otherwise, how could they catch the eye of a Saint Domain expert?"

Andrew is not stupid, how could he miss such a good opportunity.

However, choosing weapons is not a casual thing. Even though there are strong men from the Sanctuary watching him, Andrew does not intend to finish choosing as soon as possible. Instead, he examines each one carefully.

"You have a good character and great talent. It won't be a problem for you to reach my level in the future!" The drunkard drank and observed Andrew with squinting eyes.

After walking through three large racks and trying more than a dozen weapons, Andrew was still not satisfied. It must be said that the drunkard's collection of weapons was indeed very comprehensive, including daggers, greatswords, heavy swords, soft swords, ring-headed knives, long knives, throwing knives, giant hammers, spears, short spears... almost every weapon was different.

When he reached the fourth shelf, Andrew's heart suddenly jumped. He looked up and saw a black weapon lying quietly on the top of the shelf...

Andrew jumped lightly, took the weapon off, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help but wave it a few times.

"It's a good knife. The blade is straight, two fingers wide, sharpened on one side, with a blood groove, a slightly thick back, and an angular tip. The whole knife is about 1.2 meters long, which is just right for me."

Andrew observed it carefully, and looking at the sharp blade, he couldn't help but touch it with his thumb.

"Shh! So sharp!"

As soon as it was touched, a one-centimeter blood line appeared on Andrew's thumb. Then, a blue light flashed on the thumb, and the blood line healed quickly.

"Senior, I want this knife!" Andrew shouted happily.

The drunk straightened up slightly, raised his eyelids, and said, "Boy, don't regret it. Let me tell you, there are really several artifacts in this secret room! Moreover, the one you chose is just a weapon of a Saint Realm warrior. For others, it is not bad, but here, there are many better ones. So, I think you should choose carefully!"

"No need, senior!" Andrew shook his head firmly. "I choose a weapon not based on how powerful it is, but whether it suits me. If it is suitable, then it doesn't matter if it is not a magic weapon! I believe that in the future, I will be able to stand at the top. By then, what magic weapon can compare to it!"

The drunkard laughed loudly after hearing this. After laughing, he said nothing and turned around and walked out of the secret room. Andrew also did not speak, but followed him silently.

"You have chosen your weapon, why don't you leave?" The drunk man lay back on the chair beside him and muttered to Andrew.

Andrew was slightly stunned. Before that, he was still wondering whether the other party had any intentions.

"It seems that I have thought too much. I am just an eighth-level warrior, and the other party is at least in the Holy Realm. What could he intend?" Andrew said self-deprecatingly.

"Thank you for the gift of the knife, senior. I'm taking my leave now!" Andrew stood nearby and bowed seriously to the drunk.

"Let's go." The drunk waved his hand.

Just as Andrew was about to step out of the door, the drunk suddenly said, "Boy, remember what you said today!"

Andrew stopped and nodded seriously.

"By the way, what is the name of your knife? I really want to know the name of this legendary weapon that is more powerful than a divine weapon!" The drunk's voice came again.

Andrew stopped again, facing the sunset, staring at the black long knife in his hand.

"It's called the God-Slaying Sword!"

"God-Slaying Sword, what a big tone, but the sword is indeed a good one. This scabbard is for you!" The drunk laughed and threw out a black scabbard.

Andrew didn't even look at it, and he handed the God-Slaying Sword back, and the scabbard had already covered the blade.

After Andrew walked away, the drunk man ruffled his messy hair and forced a smile on his face.

"Interesting boy, I am looking forward to seeing if you can kill a god."

Andrew was in a good mood after getting the weapon he wanted. When he got home, Janice and the others were waiting for him. There was one more person beside the table than usual, and that was Ling'er.

"Ling'er, you finally decided to go home!" Andrew was also very happy to see his sister and asked jokingly. In the past six months, Ling'er had only returned home a few times.

Ling'er snorted: "Didn't you say that you wanted to train my independence? Now you blame me for not going home!"

"Okay, I was wrong. Everyone is very happy that you're back today. Let's not talk about this anymore." Andrew immediately begged for mercy.

The family of six, except Howard, were finally all together today. Everyone had dinner happily, and during the meal, Ling'er also talked about some things about the Grace Academy. What surprised Andrew the most was that in just half a year, Ling'er had already become a third-level magician.

"Ling'er's talent is beyond my imagination. People with pure souls do have extraordinary qualities." Andrew thought secretly.

Happy times are always short-lived. The next day, Ling'er returned to the academy. After seeing Ling'er off, Andrew decided to leave for a while. He believed that he had achieved his goal in the six months of meditation at the Divine Grace Academy.

"My fighting spirit has also broken through. Now it's time to fight!"

After becoming an eighth-level warrior, Andrew realized that it was urgent to improve his realm. If you want to become a saint, you must first understand "momentum" and touch the law through "momentum", so that you can achieve the saint.

"If I practice in seclusion, maybe I can understand it, but the speed is too slow. I can't wait!"

Andrew knows very well what he wants and where his stage is, so he will never stop pursuing strength.

Andrew quietly left a letter to Janice, and then went west alone. He really didn't want to face Janice's sad eyes, so he had to resort to this last resort.

Regardless of what Janice thought, Andrew quickly left the imperial capital and came to the western pier. This time, his goal was the famous Monster Mountain Range in Yulan Continent.

"The Magical Beast Mountain Range is the first mountain range in the Yulan Continent. It runs through the entire continent from north to south. Sixty percent of the Magical Beasts in the entire Yulan Continent are in it!"

Before leaving, Andrew thought about the records about the Warcraft Mountain Range, and his heart was in turmoil. After spending half a year in the library of the Divine Grace Academy, he focused on the Warcraft section and naturally knew a lot about the Warcraft Mountain Range, the largest gathering place for Warcraft.

The capital of the Yulan Empire is located east of the Monster Mountain Range, separated by the Yulan River. The Yulan River is very wide, especially near the capital, where the two banks are more than ten miles apart.

The dock west of the imperial capital was bustling with people and boats. Soon, Andrew boarded a passenger ship several dozen meters long. The ship was made of very strong iron wire wood, and the hull was very reliable. The sailor who drove the ship was also very experienced, and soon the ship left the dock.

"Friend, where are you going?" Andrew was standing at the bow, feeling the wind. A young man came up to him and made small talk.

Andrew turned his head, glanced at him, and turned back without saying anything. This young man was only in his early twenties, with a pale face, sunken eye sockets, loose skin, and serious physical injuries. He was most likely a drunkard and a womanizer. Andrew disdained such a person.

"Friend, didn't you hear me talking to you?" The young man got angry and pushed Andrew forward.

"Oh!"

With his push, Andrew remained as steady as a rock, while he fell out and landed heavily on the boat.

"Hahaha, what a wonderful scene of dog eating shit!" Many passengers on the deck laughed, two of them laughed particularly loudly.

"Did you fight with me just now?" Andrew slowly left the side of the boat and walked to the young man.

"No, no!" The young man touched his shoulder and stepped back vigorously. "I just wanted to say hello to you, not to fight."

Andrew smiled coldly: “Forget it just now, if you dare to reach out again next time, I will throw you into the river to feed the fish!”

The young man nodded hurriedly, staggered to his feet, and hurried back to the cabin.

Soon, the deck calmed down. However, this time no one talked to Andrew.