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Song Shuhang subconsciously wants to put this silver glove back: "The phoenix predecessors, taking care of the peas, Huangshan Zhenjun has given me a thank you. The so-called thing does not bother the two masters... Oh, the word is not appropriate. But that is This means that the phoenix predecessors will not have to give me this extra gift."

The phoenix son is dissatisfied: "You are a big man, how is your mother-in-law? This silver glove is a baby? I am not letting you send it back to the whirlwind sage... I just received the gift of the whirlwind sage. Then use it as a thank you, why don't you accept it?"

It’s good to say that Fengfeng’s son is good!

This silver glove is obviously a treasure. The sea king, who is comparable in strength to the sage, is looking for it with all his heart.

In addition... even if this silver glove Song Shuhang can't use it himself, but there isn't that ‘monk trade rally’ for a while! If you can't use it, you can use it to exchange various good things with other monks!

"Then, I will accept it without your politeness?" Song Shuhang asked.

"It's a man, you have to be refreshed." The phoenix son laughed and patted Song Shuhang's shoulder.

Subsequently, the son pushed the glasses and changed his attitude. He said seriously: "In addition, I have already looked at people who are monitoring you."

"Who is the other party?" Song Shuhang hurriedly asked.

What he is worried about is that someone is playing surveillance and secretly making it worse. If the enemy only targets Song Shuhang himself, he is not afraid. there is always a solution to a problem.

However, no one can guarantee that these secretly bad guys will move their targets to Song Shuhang’s relatives and friends. So, I have to guard against it.

Who is the other party? Sea King and Sea Urchin Warrior? The power of the Promise Mozong? Or is it the existence behind the 先生 ‘Mr.’

Song Shuhang can think of the troubles that will find him, is the above three.

"Well, when you are in a coma, I specifically let the two disciples who are ordinary ordinary Chu family guard your body... The other person has revealed the horse's foot." The phoenix son gently pushes the glasses, and the lens reflects the wisdom of the light: "The real horse feet, the other side is a black horse essence that has been cultivated."

"Black horse fine?" Song Shuhang was puzzled.

When did he offend a black horse? The other party will not care, secretly monitor him?

He was curious: "This black horse is fine, what special forces do you belong to? For example, Promise Mozong?"

Sea King and sea urchin warriors are very strong. It should not have a relationship with this dark horse. That is only the Promise of the Promise, or the power behind the ‘Mr.’.

"It doesn't matter with the Promise Mozambique... If I didn't guess wrong, this black horse is fine, it should belong to the strange organization." The phoenix son held his chin.

The phoenix son is a big demon who only cultivates human figures. In terms of monster organization, he knows a little more than other predecessors in the group.

"Fantastic organization?" Song Shuhang grabbed his head, he really couldn't think of when he had offended the strange organization.

"Do not worry, I will deal with this matter for you. I promise that this black horse will not find you any more trouble later." Fengfeng son pushed glasses. Smiled.

"Thank you for killing the phoenix predecessors." Song Shuhang secretly sighed: "In addition, please help the seniors to check why this dark horse fine monitors me... I should not offend the strange organization."

Perhaps Song Shuhang accepted the reason for the silver gloves, and the Fengfeng son was extraordinarily bold: "Pack it on me!"

Even in the dark, his lenses still illuminate the bright light.

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After that, the phoenix son took Song Shuhang to the 'indigenous island'.

At this time, another predecessor flew and fell to the side of Song Shuhang.

It is the owner of the Seventh Life.

"Book Hang Xiaoyou, finally found you!" The seven-year-old Fufu master laughed and took away Feijian. A black windbreaker glimpsed, handsomely greeted Song Shuhang.

"Seven students are seniors?" Song Shuhang smiled slightly. Then I glanced at my own jasper... I also greeted me: "Predecessors, are my friends still well?"

"Your friends are very good, I will take you to the island to see them." The seven-year-old Fufu master laughed.

Then, he took the book and the phoenix son to the island.

There are special enchantments wrapped around the indigenous islands.

Because the 'hand-held tractor contest' is to be arranged nearby, in order to avoid the influence of the indigenous and Song Shuhang friends on the island from the 'hand-held tractor contest' outside the island, the seven-year-old Fuzhu master has laid out the array around the island and will make the whole small The island is isolated from the outside world.

In this way, even if the outside ‘hand-held tractor contest’ is noisy, it will not affect the residents of the island.

After stepping into the small island protected by the law, Song Shuhang saw the island dark. Only sporadic torches burned, slightly dotted with the night of the island.

There was silence on the island, the indigenous people on the island, and the members of the plane who were wrecked all fell asleep.

Song Shudao: "Hey... it’s been three nights."

This point. Gao Moumou, they should have slept... but it’s good, because he is still wearing a shackle that can’t be opened. If they are still awake, they will go to see them in their own clothes. They must think that they are going to be a monk.

Qishengfufu said: "I will show you your friends first. Then, I will take you to my treasure house to see and pick a batch of equivalents. Trade with you." '."

"It’s troublesome for the predecessors." Song Shuhang said, taking the ‘blood drill’ from the one-inch shrinking bag and handing it to the seven-born patriarch.

This blood **** drill is a hot potato for Song Shuhang.

The son of Gongzihai, even if he is already attacking the realm of Wupin, still remembers this ‘blood drill.’ Have not given up the idea of ​​winning this treasure from his hands.

Therefore, it is still early to trade it with the seventh generation. At that time, let the son of the sea have the ability to find the seven generations of the predecessors to go.

The seven-year-old Fufu master took this blood **** drill and carefully took out a wooden box prepared in advance and put it in. After all, this blood **** drill can be related to the number of 'golden dragons' when he hits the realm of five products.

Later, the owner smiled and said: "Go, go see your friends first."

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Small island, earth house group

The seven-born Fufu master took Song Shuhang and the Fengfeng son into the scope of the earthen house.

Song Shuhang did not enter the earth house. With the powerful eyes of the monk, he could see a familiar figure through the simple room window.

Sleeping sweet earth waves, Zhuge Zhongyang, and Gao Moumou who just fell asleep.

Not far from the room, Gao’s girlfriend, Shi Yi, Lu Fei’s sister, and Joseph’s daughter Ji Shuangxue, stayed in this room.

Zhugeyue, who has a strong kiss over Gaomou and whose gender is unknown, is a person who is in a small room.

In addition, there are old professors who entered the mysterious island on the plane, black uncles who danced on the street, and of course, some passengers whom Song Shuhang did not know, were settled in various earth houses.

After seeing that everyone was safe, Song Shuhang’s heart was completely relieved.

But... he found a circle, but he did not find his name disciple Joseph: "Hey? Where did Joseph go?"

"Joseph? Bookstore friends said, is it a middle-aged foreigner?"

"Well, it is him." Song Shue channel listened to the tone of the seven generations of predecessors, Joseph again tossed an anecdote?

The head of the seventh-born Fufu rose: "His words, there. I will take you over."

Then, he took the Song Shuhang and Fengfeng sons carefully through the woods, pointing far away to the open space: "No, you can see the book, you are the Joseph you are looking for."

Song Shuhang saw Joseph, who took the lead in "The Call of the Times", and twenty indigenous people who were fanatical and arranged in a small square to learn gymnastics.

"..." The mood of the book at this time is like a 10,000-knight rider.

"What are these guys doing?" asked the phoenix son.

"Oh, practicing the world's great deeds." The seven-year-old Fufu main road: "They are ready to practice this peerless deity. One day, when the gods are successful, they will fight against me and slap me. Also say if you want to eat me~嘿Hey."

"Seven characters, do you tease me to play?"

"I didn't tease you, they really did. I quietly watched them practice for a few days, ‘the gods of the world,’ and listened to them repeatedly chanting, and they couldn’t be wrong. It’s especially interesting.” The seven-year-old Fufu main road.

Song Shuhang licked his face.

Mommy... It’s absolutely impossible for the seven generations to know the relationship between themselves and ‘Joseph’.

At the same time, Song Shuhang felt that it was a huge mistake to teach Joseph that "The Call of the Times" at that time.

After reading Song Shuhang’s friends.

The Seventh Fufu Lord hurriedly picked up Song Shuhang: "Walk away, book a small friend, I will take you to my treasure house. I have collected a lot of good things, and certainly will not let you down."

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The night is quiet.

In the Jiuzhou No. 1 group, it was full of excitement.

System Tip: Litchi Fairy opens the group video.

As soon as the news popped up, many informed friends took out their mobile phones and quickly clicked in.

After the group video is turned on, a screen starts to play.

Look at the environment in the video, it should be the pharmacist's Dongfu, surrounded by some precious herbs, as well as a variety of training equipment, herbal shelves.

The lens of the video turns... it is aimed at a figure in the sky.

In the sky, there is an oriental woman with a free and easy smile on her face. When she smiles, there are two dimples. It is the lychee fairy. Now, I can also honor her as Li Zhizhen.

The lychee fairy is gearing up and smirking. Not far from the lychee fairy, there is a baby-faced monk lurking.

The angle of the video continues to rotate, and there is a figure in the distance coming from the sword, and the speed is fast.

The face of the person’s face showed a worrying color.

Although it is Zhang's strange face, everyone can guess that the person who came is the bronze priest. (To be continued.)