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The owner of the Seven-Year Fufu, with Song Shuhang and Fengfeng, came to the sand beach behind the island.

Then he came to a place on the beach and stretched out a secret door.

The entrance to the treasure house is so simple, the seven generations of the predecessors are not afraid of being stolen?

At this time, the seven generations of the predecessors took the lead to enter the dark passage, and Feng Fenggong and Song Shuhang followed the entry into the secret door.

Below the dark door, there is a bottomless pit that hovers down, without a ladder.

The seven-year-old Fufu master stepped on the flying sword and slowly descended. Song Shuhang was carried by the Fengfeng Gongzi Feijian, slowly falling.

I don't know how long it has fallen. Song Shuhang’s eyes finally showed the light: “Are you there?”

"Come on, my treasure house is here." The seventh-born Fufu master laughed, and then he pointed to the front finger.

In front of him is a 100-meter-long jade turtle, which is made of jade and is lifelike. The light is emitted by the body.

It is so quietly lingering in this bottomless abyss, motionless.

The seventh-born Fufu Lord laughed and said: "This is where my treasure is."

The phoenix son looked at the big turtle and sighed: "The seven students are very friendly and friendly."

"Oh, it’s just a good luck, and the turtle's predecessors have formed a good relationship."

Turtle predecessors? Song Shuhang’s eyes are bright, is this huge jade turtle, is it a living thing?

Thinking about it, the seven generations of the predecessors took him and the phoenix son to float on the turtle's back.

"You also know that I made a lot of weird vows. In the process of completing an oath, I recognized the turtles. After that, I transferred my treasures and saved them to the turtles. Body." Saying, the seven-year-old Fuzhu Lord came to the top position of the turtle shell, and took a light shot on it.

The tip of the tortoise shell splits and opens a door.

The main road said: "Go in, the treasure house is inside."

Before entering the treasure house, Song Shuhang looked at the giant turtle underneath.

From beginning to end, the jade turtle remained motionless, and even the eyelids did not move.

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After entering the turtle shell, Song Shuhang saw a huge white space.

The seven-born Fufu and the Fengfeng son floated in the void, and the pure white space seemed to have no gravity.

In this space, there are floating wooden shelves, boxes, and boxes. These are filled with the treasures of the seven-born patriarch.

The owner appealed to Song Shuhang and said: "When it comes back, is there anything missing in Song Shuhang's little friend?"

"I don't know, is it better for my predecessors to introduce me?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Well, Xiaoyou is now a second-person repair. I see that your vestments and weapons are already there, and there is no shortage of exercises. The medicinal herbs are enough..." The seven-year-old Fufu master held his chin.

"Not as good as the predecessors to give me more ‘fubao’?” Song Shuhang’s voice, the seven-character predecessor’s Fubao, saved him several times.

In particular, the swordsmanship helped Song Shuhang to kill several powerful enemies.

"Feibao's words, because I am now limited to the limit, can only produce four treasures at most ... If you want, I will send you a few." Said, the seven-year-old predecessors reached out.

The three stacks of paper flew from one side of the wooden shelf and landed in the hands of the seven-year-old predecessor.

Then, he was like a banknote, hehe, twenty points each, and handed it to Song Shuhang.

"There are 20 cards, 20 swords, and 20 floats. There are four grades, which are stronger than the one you used last time... These sixty Fubaos are small books. The friend sent me so many 'teachers' to pay. It is not counted in the 'blood **** diamond' transaction!" The seven-year-old Fufu master laughed.

Song Shuhang smiled and took over the sixty Fubao... The teachers on the island were not sent by him.

"Then, I am actually preparing a few things for the reward of the blood **** drill. Just look at the book you like, you like it." The seven-year-old Fufu master smiled.

Later, he led Song Shuhang to the front of the three big boxes.

The first box opened, revealing a golden rope.

The owner of Qishengfufu introduced: "This is a copy of the 'Bundled Fairy'... Once you spread it, you can bind the enemy. Although it is a copy, it can be bundled even if it is a five-pronged emperor. Stayed for a while. However, it has a limit on the number of uses. I used it five times. Now, this 'bundle of fairy ropes' can still be used sixteen times. After sixteen times, it will become a regular rope. ”

Sixteen times to bind the enemy, although there are restrictions on the number of uses, but this thing is good, it is endless.

In particular, even the five-pronged monks can be tied for a moment... The battle between the five-character monks is enough to change the outcome.

Song Shuhang nodded silently, it is a good baby!

"Then the second baby is a beggar." The seven-year-old Fuzhu owner opened the second box again.

There is a delicate enamel inside - this book is familiar with the old eyes, looks like the shape of the Western dragon, about three meters long, more than two meters high, all over the body.

Except for the color and the black dragon of the ‘Mr.’ seen in the 'Underground Cave', the rest are almost exactly the same.

"This is a kind of flying raft produced by Momen. It can be started as long as it is loaded into Lingshi. If the quality of Lingshi is high enough, this flying raft can even reach supersonic flight. In Xiaoyou's promotion to the four realms, In front of the Yujian flight method, this flight is an excellent means of transportation. The only drawback is that the consumption of Lingshi is slightly larger."

When Song Shuhang saw this silvery white, he had a favorite in his heart.

Dragon Knight, what a handsome!

Even if it's just a dragon, it's still very handsome.

And the most important thing is that with it, Song Shuhang will be able to fly freely in the sky before the four products!

"Look at the book, Hang Xiaoyou likes the second gift." The seven-year-old Fufu master smiled: "However, I still want to recommend a third treasure for you."

Said, he opened the third box.

Inside the box is a small bamboo shoot that looks very delicious.

"What is this treasure? How do you take it?" Song Shuhang asked.

He recalled the two ‘green bamboo shoots’ that the white lord found at the beginning. After eating it, he had a lot of benefits for opening the snot. It was delicious under the production of the empty sugar sizzling cook.

"Hey, this is not for eating... although it can be eaten, it is too wasteful to eat it." The seven-year-old government quickly waved.

On one side, the phoenix son looked forward to the bamboo shoots for a long time, and suddenly said: "There is a demon, not... the aura of it is more abundant. Is this a spiritual thing that is cultivated?"

"Exactly, this small bamboo shoot grows in an aura-rich place, and what is rare is that it does not become a demon. After it has produced a little intelligence, it begins to evolve in the direction of the spirit. Just care for it to grow and wait for it to grow. For a piece of bamboo, there is no need to refine, it is a magic weapon that is born with a 'spiritual spirit'." The seven-year-old Fufu master laughed.

This is a good baby.

It is not easy for a musical instrument to breed a spirit. Not only must we invest in a lot of heaven and earth, but we also need to invest in the instrument, day and night, and have enough opportunities.

Even the hands of the white predecessors, only the Meteor Sword, gave birth to a trace of the spirit.

And this small bamboo shoot, as long as it grows up and becomes a bamboo, is a natural bamboo stick.

The value of such a treasure has far exceeded the value of ‘blood diamonds’.

"Seven-born Fudaoyou, is there any problem with this little bamboo shoot?" Fengfeng Gongzi asked, such a baby, why should the owner take it out and trade a piece of "blood **** drill" with Song Shuhang?

This is simply a big diamond with a big head.

"The bamboo shoot itself has no problem... The reason why I took it out and traded is because it is not my thing. It is only because of an agreement with me, it is temporarily parasitic in my treasure house." The seven-year-old Fuzhu main road: "According to My agreement with it, whenever I need to make a 'transaction' with a friend in a private treasure house, I must let the Taoist friend touch this 'small bamboo shoot'. See when the owner who likes it will appear. Take it away."

The seven-year-old Fufu master has a mysterious origin, and behind him there is a huge incomparable monk. This is hardly a secret in the Jiuzhou No.1 group. The Seventh Fufu Lord never shy away from this topic... but he rarely mentioned the power behind him.

There are always some weird things in the hands of the seven-year-old Fufu, just like the strange vows he made when he was young.

Song Shuhang smiled and said: "Does the treasures recognize the main story?"

The seventh-born Fufu master laughed and said: "It's almost like this."

"What do I need to do?" asked Song Shuhang.

"It's very easy to reach out and grab it and see what it reacts to."

Song Shuhang nodded and picked up his hand and reached for the little bamboo shoot. At the same time, he asked: "For the seven generations, if someone really got the recognition of this bamboo shoot, how long does it take to turn it into bamboo after taking it out?"

"Well... I can grow a small bamboo in about 500 years. It is almost mature in about two thousand years." The seven-year-old Fufu master held his chin.

In the past five hundred years, only a bamboo tip has grown.

Thinking about it, Song Shuhang’s hand has caught the bamboo shoots.

The thorns, but soft, feel very good.

Suddenly, Song Shuhang’s spirit was shocked.

Then, in his eyes, there was an illusion of heaven and earth.

And between this day and the earth, there is a huge bamboo stick standing in the sky. The end of the stick goes straight into the sky, and the other end of the stick penetrates into the ground. A pair of frames that I have to do with the sky and the ground.

"Domineering." Song Shuhang sighed.

But at this moment, the stick suddenly pulled out from the ground and slammed down to Song Shuhang!

When the sound of gold and iron intersects. Song Shuhang felt that his voice was full of ‘嗡嗡’ and he was very uncomfortable.

[Happy ~~]

A thunderous voice echoes between heaven and earth.

This voice shocked Song Shuhang directly from the illusion.

At this time, Song Shuhang found that he had retired from the bamboo shoots for more than ten steps, and his face was arrogant.

Was it smashed?