After leaving Quite Chamber, Smith followed the instructions and went all the way to Spiritual Chamber.

The guardian of the Spiritual Chamber is a very healthy Elder, with small eyes that can be seen by using handcuffs. His whole body is covered with shaking fat, bare-chested and breast-exposed, like a Maitreya Buddha.

This man is Harry, the head of the Spiritual Chamber.

"Seeing the elder." Seeing Harry lying on a lounge chair leisurely, Smith went forward and saluted respectfully.

"Little boy, I haven't seen you before." Looking at Smith, Harry sat up. His small eyes focused on Smith and looked up and down.

"I'm a new intern." Smith handed his jade card. "Elder Jacob asked me to choose the spiritual instrument."

Harry took the jade card, looked it over and over, then casually threw it to Smith, and then lay back lazily, waved his hand and said, "Go in and choose your own!"Internship disciples can only choose from the first floor, so you are not allowed to choose from the second floor.

Uh!

Smith took the jade card and went into Spiritual Chamber.

The first floor of the Spiritual Chamber is very large, consist of a few thousand square feet, and there are all kinds of weapons in it. There are really eighteen kinds of weapons in it, and each one of them is shining like a blossoming flower.

"Sure enough, they are all beginner level weapons." After looking at most of them, Smith was slightly disappointed. As an intern, he could only choose spiritual instruments on the first floor.

Smith made a decision, picked up a big knife and shook his head. "It's too light."

Put down the big knife and pick up a spiritual sword. Although the sword is sharp, Smith put it back in its original position.

All the way to pick and choose, Smith seems to be in a grocery store. Although there are many spiritual instruments here, he has not found the one that suits him. In the past, these all weapons were ignored by him, but now the situation is changed, and he can only select the weapon from the first floor.

He reached the end of the first floor; Smith still did not find anything.

But at that moment, his real fire in Danhai trembled, and a thin flame flew out.

Smith was a little worried and quickly move behind a stone table, where a black iron sword was placed. Perhaps it hadn't moved for a long time, so it was covered with dust, and a thread of real fire was wrapped around the iron sword.

Smith was surprised that when he grasped the handle of the iron sword, and He saw a spirit in the real fire. He examined that spirit carefully.

However, Smith didn’t pick it up in one try. He was really surprised about the weight of the sword.

"At least 100 Kg." Smith estimated the weight of the sword. No wonder it’s hanging here alone, Because it weighs 100 Kg. Ordinary followers cannot hold it. Even if they can hold it, it requires a sufficient level of concentration. If they take it to fight with others and they will become tired and lose the battle due to its heavyweight.

However, He seemed to be very interested in that sword.

He took the iron sword and gently blew the dust off it.

Smith felt the vicissitudes of the years, and two words are written on its handle: Imperial Palace.

"Imperial Palace." With a murmur, Smith looked at the iron sword carefully.

The iron sword has never opened up. It's much wider than the ordinary spiritual sword. Its material was hard to guess, can only say that it’s very thick. There are many marks on the sword that he can’t understand because they were ancient.

"What a strange sword," Smith whispered that this was not an iron sword; it is very heavy. It would not be good if it is used to chop people, but if it is used to smash people, it would be a good choice.

"It’s mine." Smith carried the iron sword on his shoulder and went out.

Why?

He heard the voice of Harry, "Kid, What you have chosen didn’t match with your physical condition, you didn’t need to choose such a heavy sword."

Bang!

Smith came and put down the sword with a crushing sound. The iron sword was so heavy, half of the sword was inserted in the ground.

"Elder, what is the origin of this sword?" Smith pointed to the Imperial Palace sword and asked, "This is not the usual weight!"

"This Sword!" Harry squeezed his mustache and took a small pause and then said, "When I took over this Spiritual Chamber, it was already here. It has been here for at least a hundred years. So I don’t know about its origin."

"That's it!"

"I advise you to change your weapon. This iron sword is very heavy. Choose a lightweight sword!"

"No, I just need it." Smith smiled and touched the iron sword gently. He was becoming more and more interested in it.

"Stubborn Kid, You can carry this!"

"Thank you, Sir." Smith paid a respectful tribute once more and then walked out of the Spiritual Chamber with the sword on his shoulder.

As soon as he left the house, he was surprised. The followers passing by looked at Smith, and then at the “Imperial Palace” sword that Smith was carrying. They all were pointing at Smith.

"Who is this kid? I haven't seen it before. Is he a new intern?

"He is carrying The Imperial Palace Sword!"

"It seems that he is very strong! If not strong than he must be crazy.

Smith ignored these people's comments. He had a feeling that this sword is very simple as compared with other low-level spiritual tools, he wanted to carry this sword every day, and also use it during practice.

"Boom." A voice came from an unknown place and people all around looked at the sky.

“Boom”, Another flying sword crossed and three persons appeared, a middle-aged woman, a beautiful young woman and a handsome young man.

"What are the people of Zhengyang Sect doing in Hengyue Sect?" Someone asked in doubt.

"You don't know that. In three months, there will be three major proportions of Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Hengyue Sect. It seems that people from zhengyue Sect came to discuss this matter."

"That female follower was really beautiful, like a fairy."

Smith did not listen to the comments of the people around him. His eyes were already in the sky. His eyes were at the girl on a flying sword. Her clothes were waving, She was Holy and pure just like immortals.

Isn’t she Angela from Zhengyang Sect?

"I didn't expect to see you so soon." Smith muttered a voice, there is indifferences and complexities in his deep dark eyes, "I will kill her one day."

Perhaps I feel someone looking at me. Angela on the flying sword looked down at the bottom. At this moment, Smith has already disappeared in the crowd.

"I felt something very familiar," Angela whispered.

"What happened Mam?"

"It's all right."