"What?"

"That magic weapon!"

Ling Xiaoqi's eyes were shining with light, and she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

It must be a treasure!

"You can't use it."

Jun Shilang tapped her head casually, and then threw out a rattle that the child was playing with.

"Murmur, take it and play."

“…”

Ling Xiaoqi looked at the rattle in her hand and wanted to cry without tears.

This is really coaxing myself as a three-year-old child!

...

In this way, Ling Xiaoqi shook the rattle and went down the mountain with Jun Shilang.

Wang Xiao and others didn’t care much. They were just as excited as they were in the scenic spot.

As for thunder?

What are you afraid of? Keep waving!

Anyway, Jun Shilang felt that even if it was an earthquake, people like these didn't care.

The monks on the mountain also dispersed.

The treasure has been seized by the immortals, and they continue to waste time here.

Although I gave up, most people still talk about this matter.

Xue Changkong, the leader of the Holy Fire Sect, sprinkled blood on Jiulong Mountain!

Only Yun Xiaotian escaped from more than ten people, and was very secretive about the matter on the mountain. He did not mention a single word and left silently.

However, there was a deep fear in the eyes!

Who is the immortal master on Jiulong Mountain?

What is the treasure in the thunder pool?

No one knows that rumors spread, rumors spread everywhere.

Jun Shilang just smiled it and didn't care about it at all.
Chapter completed!