A corner of the square.

More than ten real objects with their own characteristics were quietly suspended in front of everyone, emitting a faint light, which almost made Yan Qi and Mei Yun, the two little knowledgeable ones were confused...

The battle ends.

These real tools are the gains of Fatty and the others.

It’s not that the strength is not enough.

But the square is too big, and it takes time to break the ban in the light fog. If you can get more than ten pieces, it is enough to look down on the rest of the people.

"Ask a good first!"

The fat man was very entangled and painful.

"One person, don't take more!"

"Oh."

Goddess Zhao rolled his eyes, ignored him at all, and directly held a three-inch-long black jade knife in his hand.

"I……"

Xue Yu felt a little embarrassed.

"I still don't want it anymore, I haven't done anything..."

Are you stupid or not!

Goddess Zhao gave her a blank look.

Be kind to this fat man who is so damned, you will always suffer the loss!

"This, yours!"

No hesitation.

She took a pair of gauze gloves that were as thin as cicadas' wings and made of some unknown material and forced them into Xue Yu's hand. She could see clearly before that when she got the gloves, Xue Yu's

My eyes never left it.

"Thank you sister."

Xue Yu was very happy and fiddled with the gloves in love.

The fat man felt a thrust.

This glove may be the best treasure among these things.

"I want this!"

Mei Yun pointed to one of the round mirrors the size of a palm, and grabbed them without saying a word.

The fat man's heart sucked again.

As we all know.

The more strange the form of the magic weapon, the more incredible the power it is. The same is true for those gloves and this round mirror, which are also the two best things in this harvest.

Zuo Yang and the others didn't choose.

Moli doesn't need it.

Yun Fan's golden sword is definitely no worse than these top-quality real tools. As for Zuo Yang's black pot sharp knife and Yu Miao's jade needle, although it looks inconspicuous, they were all given by the eight rings of the Taoist bells back then.

It is a natural Taoist embryo with great growth potential, so naturally it cannot be used.

As for Xiao Yang and the other two...

The fat man didn't count them.

On the contrary, it was Yan Qi.

He selected a three-foot-long fiery red sword with great enthusiasm.

"I want to be a sword cultivator!"

Its face was solemn, "A sword cultivator like his predecessor!"

"Yan Qi!"

The fat man was heartbroken.

"Why can't you think it through? You are Fire Dragon. What kind of sword does Fire Dragon practice?"

"The chicken is a chicken."

Yan Qiyi looked serious.

"It's OK, why can't Yan Qi?"

“…”

The fat man was speechless.

Even a chicken can become the ancestor of the sword cultivator of the Xuantian Great Realm, and the practice of the Fire Dragon is like a mediocre person.

Thinking of this.

He was about to put away the remaining real weapons so that Zuo Yang and others would not change their minds and would come and take a sword.

"Amitabha."

At this time.

A Buddha's yelled.

Everyone was stunned and looked back, but saw a handsome young monk standing not far away, folding his hands together and looking at them with a innocent face.

But he was unintentional.

"Little bald...hehe!"

The fat man almost said he was bald.

"Little monk, where did you come from?"

"Of course, it comes from wherever you come."

Wuxin replied with a smile.

Pooh!

The fat man's face turned black.

This little bald donkey doesn't speak human words!

"careful."

Among a few people.

Only Yu Miao was very clear about Xi Mo. Although she had never seen Wu Xin before, she could vaguely guess Wu Xin's identity based on some clues. "This little monk is strange!"

"donor."

Wuxin seemed to have not heard it.

Just staring at those real tools, he recited the Buddha's name again, "This treasure is destined to be with my Buddha."

Everyone looked strange.

They felt that the fat man might have met his opponent this time!

Destined to be?

I have your uncle!

The fat man's face had become dark as the bottom of the pot. He stretched out his hand and directly put away the real tools. "Now the treasure is gone, and the fate is gone!"

"hehe."

Wuxin smiled.

"Actually, all donors have a connection with me, Buddha."

“…”

Everyone was speechless.

Being a rogue?

"Dear donors."

Wuxin walked over with a smile, and the Buddha's light appeared faintly on his body, "Since you can meet each other, it is a fate method. It is better to meet the sun than to choose a date. The little monk... How about saving the donors to become Buddhas?"

The words fell.

A faint sound of chanting scriptures sounded.

The sound seems magical.

It seems that they can constantly change the mind and cognition of others. The fat guys are better. Mei Yun and Xue Yu have been vaguely affected, and there is a hint of confusion in their eyes.

"broken!"
To be continued...