"Open the sesame!" Song Yue said loudly.

No response.

"Grandpa Daozu opened the door!" His tone was a little respectful.

Still no response.

"Damn, open the door for me!"

Song Yue was angry and a strong thought came to his mind: I want to go out!

Then, he came out.

"Grandma, it's okay not to scold me, right?"

Song Yue appeared again in the weeds in the small valley. Although he only stayed inside the stone tablet for less than half an hour, it made him feel like he was a different life.

After breathing a long sigh, I suddenly thought of something. The space inside the stone tablet is so large. Can I use it as a storage space?

He carried two large backpacks of standard styles. Although each person sent one of the things before coming in, he kept them with his own student in the School of Practice and did not bring them before.

Now that Minghuang is carrying two big backpacks back, it will definitely arouse suspicion from those who are interested.

When I think of it, Song Yue thought to himself: I want to go in!

The next moment, he appeared again in the interior of the stone tablet.

I'm going out!

He came out again.

"Hehe, it's fun!"

Song Yue was like a child who had just gotten a toy, and he enjoyed it in and out several times, until he was a little tired, and then he gave up.

He put two large backpacks in, and then he was about to pull out the stone tablet to resist.

Although it will look a bit weird when you carry a stone tablet, it is no big deal. There are words on the stone tablet. If there are words, they are valuable. Others can't say anything after reading it.

Just as Song Yue pulled out the stone tablet in the posture of pulling up the weeping willows, he felt the entire valley tremble slightly.

This is not an illusion, but something that is actually happening.

Because immediately afterwards, gusts of wind and thunder came from this small valley, rumbling.

Song Yue was startled and quickly stopped pulling out the stone tablet from the ground. As he stopped, the heart-wrenching tremor and the sound of wind and thunder stopped.

He tried to pull it up again, and the vibration came again.

And this time the vibration was particularly obvious, and there was a significant tremor on the ground under my feet.

At the same time, Song Yue found that some runes that were invisible before were lit on the stone tablet. At the same time, he pulled them hard several times, but the stone tablet was still motionless, as if it was rooted in this not-hard land.

"This won't work!"

Song Yue was a little anxious. Such a good storage space could even put a small aircraft in it!

Wouldn't that be a pity if you can't take it away?

Thinking that he could use his thinking to control the in and out, Song Yue tried to look at the stone tablet and thought: Come out for me!

Whoosh!

The stone tablet flew out of the soil and floated before his eyes.

Song Yue was stunned.

This is OK too?

The part buried in the soil was less than twenty centimeters, and there was still fresh soil on it. A total of more than sixty centimeters high stone tablets floated in the air and hung in front of him.

It is buried so shallowly, but cannot be pulled out, and it cannot be moved at all, but can be controlled with thoughts, and there is no abnormality in the small valley.

This is simply amazing!

Song Yue once envied those practitioners who could use magical powers, but he could only beat them up.

I never dreamed that one day he could control something with his mind.

The key is that this thing is so magical.

It would be great if it could be smaller, Song Yue thought to himself.

Then, the stone tablet became a little smaller.

That's OK?

Song Yue felt that his head was not enough.

If it weren't for all this happening in front of him, he would never believe it.

Then it's a little smaller, he thought with his mind.

The stone tablet is a little smaller.

Better smaller!

No matter how small!

It has to be smaller!

Finally, Song Yue looked at the stone tablet lying in the palm of his hand, like a needle, with a speechless face.

This stone tablet is similar to granite, which is quite heavy under normal circumstances, but now it turns into a needle, which is as light as a feather in his hand.

Longer!

Song Yue used his thinking to control it.

After a while, the stone tablet turned into a stone stick, gently rotating, and a whimpering sound of the wind.

I found a tree as thick as a bowl, waved the stone stick in my hand, and almost without any effort, I directly discounted the tree.

He tried the hardness of the stone tablet again and found that although the stone tablet looked very broken, the runes on it were very powerful. No matter how he did, he could not hurt the stone tablet at all.

"Hey, this stick is quite powerful!" Song Yue praised.

Then he used his mind to make the stone tablet grow bigger. When the stone tablet became dozens of meters high, Song Yue suddenly felt dizzy, and the spiritual power in his head seemed to have been taken away.

Song Yue hurriedly let the stone tablet fall freely into the small valley. With a thud, a dull sound was made, and a huge deep pit was smashed into the place!

Then Song Yue did not dare to play around anymore, so he turned the stone tablet into a small size and put it in his pocket.

At this time, a trace of vague connection between the stone tablet and him was created, and he could sense its existence at any time.

And because of this connection, the stone tablet seemed to have no weight in his pocket.

A great harvest!

Song Yue felt that he would have lost money if he left Kunlun Secret Realm now!

Not to mention the nine worlds that I don’t know where they lead to, this huge storage space alone is enough to satisfy him.

Not to mention that this stone tablet can be used as a weapon, and it turns into a stone stick that is extremely hard, comparable to a divine weapon. After it becomes larger, it can still be used to smash people!

It's simply not too powerful.

Song Yue left the small valley and on the way back, he collected a lot of medicinal materials at the level of nourishing qi.

During this period, he found that there was a big medicine at the foundation level in Zhang Zixing's backpack. Unfortunately, the age was not enough and the efficacy was far from reaching the foundation level. However, such a big medicine could still be sold at a sky-high price outside.

"What a prodigal son!" He cursed happily.

When Song Yue finally walked out of this dense forest and came to the residence of a group of people in the School of Practice, it was already the next morning.

From afar, he saw a group of people surrounding him, and someone was talking loudly excitedly, as if the two sides were arguing something.

Song Yue slowly approached without hesitation.

I saw that it was a group of young monks from the Western camp who were confronting students from the School of Practice.

Qian Qianxue's expression was very serious and she seemed a little angry.

Opposite her were several young men and women from the Western camp, one of whom was a beautiful woman with blond hair and green eyes, who was teaching Qian Qianxue a lesson.

She spoke fluent Chinese Mandarin with a slightly impatient expression.

"The secret realm is not unique to your Eastern camp. Since we can come in, we are naturally qualified. Since that's the case, we are naturally qualified to get the things in it. Why should you stop it?"

Qian Qianxue frowned slightly. She really didn't like this kind of scene, especially when she had a dispute with others, she felt resisted from the bottom of her heart.

But there is no way. Song Yue is not here, she is the backbone of these people.

It was originally Meng Xudong who was standing in front, but now he was knocked down and lying on the ground and sweating profusely.

"We discovered the things first. I didn't say you were not qualified, nor did you stop you from doing anything. But the things were discovered by people from our side. You can grab them when you come here, right?"

Qian Qianxue looked at the blonde woman opposite and tried to reason.

Meng Xudong fell to the ground, his face pale and sweated coldly, but he still shouted: "Don't reason with them, just do it directly. So many of us can still be bullied? Song Yue will scold me to death when he sees me when he sees me!"

At this time, a tall and handsome boy with red hair on the Western camp laughed in standard Chinese official language: "The gold medalist of the World Martial Arts Championships is simply a weakling. Don't speak anymore. Annoy me, be careful to destroy you directly!"

Song Yue stood at the edge of the dense forest, looked from a distance, took out the alloy gun silently, pressed the mechanism, and turned from the alloy cylinder to a gun, and then walked towards this side without saying a word with the alloy gun.
To be continued...