C1377

"Hoo..."

Chonglou breathed softly.

In the heart uneasy between, directly opened "now looks like, that God King strong person should be returned the chapter family."

"This Rune seal should be given by the powerful God King, with the breath of God King's realm on it."

"But, I'm afraid there was more than one, but now there is only one left."

Hanyuan sword Saint shook his head.

"However, this Rune seal can kill the warrior in the Ninth level."

"Of course, the premise is that the user is also the warrior of the Ninth level."

"It looks like a good Rune seal, but it's really chicken."

When Hanyuan sword sage told us something, everyone's inner excitement immediately disappeared.

"According to other words before Hanyuan."

"This thing is equivalent to an honor collection of the Zhang family?"

Chonglou a little depressed said.

"You can say that."

"You can keep it."

"Maybe I can save your life when it's dangerous."

"You are weak."

"But the seal itself is very powerful. Your strength should be able to threaten the warriors below the triple level of holy land."

"When you improve a little, you should be stronger."

"Anyway, it's equivalent to a one-time life-saving prop."

"But only once."

Cold yuan sword Saint light way.

"Look," this gun should be the property of the ancestors of the Zhang family, right

Yan with the road.

"It seems so."

Hanyuan sword Saint nodded.

"Don't look at me, boy."

"I have a lot of holy instruments. They are useless to me, and I can't compete with you."

Hanyuan Jiansheng, seeing the hesitation of Chonglou, said directly.

"Grandpa Yan, it's useless for me to take it, and it will cause trouble, so I'll give it to you."

Chonglou directly handed the third wooden box to Yan Suiqing.

"Yan family will compensate you for other things."

Yan followed to count to order a way.

Sacred, Yan home also have, but this thing, after all, not too much.

"Look at the fourth box."

Chonglou looks forward to it.

Open the fourth wooden box, everyone is a little depressed.

This is just a cup, a porcelain cup.

"The cup?"

Paris to see such a small cup, it is a bit depressed.

Because there is no fluctuation in this porcelain cup, it's an ordinary cup.

"Well, I don't seem to have much luck."

"There is nothing really good."

Hanyuan Jiansheng checked the porcelain cup and threw it to Chonglou.

Chonglou carefully took over.

"A broken cup is useless."

"There's nothing good in this dark room. They're all special collections. "

"Gone, gone."

Hanyuan sword saint has a dull face.

It's boring for people to see that there is nothing good.

The cup into the bag, Chonglou is also bitterly.