I Have a Lot of Magic Weapons

It was a night with a bright moon, few stars, and a gentle breeze. Sun Hao was sitting on the edge of the roof of the No. 2 Teaching building in a daze. When he turned around, he saw a kind-faced but slovenly old man. The old man had enough fun with him and gave him twenty-four magic weapons. After that... Big Devil: You, what are you holding in your hand? Sun Hao: Demon mirror! Big Devil: I mean that, what is that? Sun Hao: Subduing the demonic pestle! Big Devil: No, no, those four swords... Sun Hao: You mean the Four Swords of Killing Immortals. Big Demon King: I, ah, ugh... The big devil died.