Honghuang: The Start Of The Game Starts With The Sign-In At The Nuwa Bedroom

As he said, Yang Mei took out something from his arms: "So I want to give this treasure as a gift to Yuanfeng fellow daoist."

Hou Tu thought he would give out some precious gift to reward Chen Xuan, and he glanced at it and was suddenly disappointed.

It turns out that what Yang Mei took out was an inconspicuous branch. The branch was more than two meters long and looked gray and bulging. It didn't make people see anything special, as if the roadside was folded casually. A branch is average.

Houtu's little mouth pursed: "What? I thought it would be Xiantian Magic Treasures. It's actually such a thing. This old man is stingy."

Yang Mei's originally smiling face was suddenly full of embarrassment, and he glared at the girl: "The rude girl, even you, Dage Dijiang, must treat the old man with courtesy, but you are so rude. Humph! "

"I'm not wrong again. What's the use of this branch?" Hou Tu was reprimanded by Xiao Xiao, his expression unswervingly.

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't know the importance of this treasure." Chen Xuan gave her a white look. "If I guessed correctly, this branch should be the branch that Immortal Yang Mei had folded from his body."

"Yes, Yuanfeng fellow daoist really has a good eye." Seeing him say this, Yang Mei's face looked a lot better. "This branch was just broken off from the old man's body. It can be said to be infinitely useful."

Houtu was still stiff: "Why can't I see it?"

Yang Mei snorted and threw the branch to her: "If you don't see it, then try it with it."

The branch was thrown lightly, Houtu didn't care, and reached out to pick it up.

But when her little white hand touched the branch, the look on her face suddenly changed.

With a bang, the branch fell to the ground, smashing a deep pit.

Chen Xuan took a look, then smiled and asked, "Dare to ask Yang Mei fellow daoist, how much is the weight of this branch?"

"1.38 million catties! The old man can say that there is no weapon heavier than it in the entire prehistoric land!"

Oh, it's really heavy. The golden cudgel is only 13,800 catties, and this unremarkable branch is a hundred times its size.

Chen Xuan sighed, and with a little tiptoe, he lifted up the branch and held it in his hand-even though the branch was claimed to be 1.38 million jin, it was held in his hand like an ordinary one. The wooden sticks are average and effortless.

With a wave of it, Chen Xuan's face was happy: "This is heavy enough, and it's easy to use."

"The old man doesn't have any decent gift in his hand, so I can only give it to the fellow daoist." Yang Mei looked a little bit reluctant, and finally took his gaze away from the branch, "In order to thank the fellow daoist. Enlightenment. In addition, I hope to make it..."

As he said, he pointed to the ginseng doll hiding behind Houtu: "Return it to the old man."

When the ginseng doll heard it, her body trembled with fright, for fear that Chen Xuan would really hand him out for that branch.

Yang Mei stroked his beard triumphantly, knowing that no one would refuse this gift-this is the top weapon material in the predicament, if used to build it, it is extremely powerful and will definitely not lose to Xiantian Magic Treasures. arms.Fearing that Chen Xuan would not believe it, he went on to say: "This branch was broken off from the old man, and it has been placed in the sea of ​​consciousness for warmth. Maybe in a few hundred years, the spirit will be born from it."

"As long as the fellow daoist is carefully nurtured, it must not take more than three hundred years. With the help of the spirit, it can grow again, and even if it encounters the chaos spirit treasure, it will have the power of battle."

Chen Xuan squeezed the stick lightly, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's a hard material."

"This is natural, and it's not only hard, it's also very tough. When the fellow daoist uses it as a weapon like a stick, it's simply perfect."

"I understand, one force will drop ten times." Chen Xuan waved lightly, and felt a kind of excitement from the unpolished wooden stick, as if finally met someone who can really exert its power. Master, "Such a precious gift, as long as I return the ginseng doll to you? Are there any other conditions?"

"No, I only have this one request." Yang Mei Daoist said sternly, bending down deeply after saying, "Please also fellow daoist to fulfill it."

Chen Xuan turned to look at Houtu, then at the ginseng doll hiding behind her: "Okay, then I will accept this wooden stick..."

Yang Mei Daoist was immediately overjoyed: "Fellow daoist did you agree?"

"Wait, I said I accepted it, but I didn't intend to hand over the ginseng doll to you." Chen Xuan breathed a sigh at the tree branch, which immediately made it smoother and more suitable for handling, "Even if I point you to it. Thank you very much."

"If it's okay, then we're leaving. Goodbye by chance!"

With that said, he took Houtu, turned around with the ginseng doll-it looked like a family of three.

"Yuanfeng fellow daoist, please stay!" Yang Mei Daoist realized that he had been tricked. "Since you accepted the old man's gift, why didn't you return the ginseng doll to me?"

Chen Xuan stopped and looked back at him in amazement, "Isn't this thank you gift to thank me for enlightening you?"

"This is true, but..."

"It's nothing, you already said it was to thank me, so you gave it to me. Then this ginseng doll is another matter. Isn't that the truth?"

Yang Mei Daoist smacked his lips, feeling that what Chen Xuan said really made sense--but it didn't make sense. He was determined to win this ginseng doll, and he must take it back.

As long as the ginseng doll can be regained, even a big fight with Chen Xuan would not hesitate.

Thinking of this, Daoist Yang Mei sighed, and the expression on his face gradually turned cold: "Yuanfeng fellow daoist said that, just refuses to return it to the old man?"

"Joke, I never promised you."

Hou Tu waved his fist and shouted: "Yes, one yard goes to one yard. These are two things at all and they cannot be confused."

Yang Mei Daoist's face was faint: "Yuanfeng fellow daoist, don't you really think about it anymore?"

Chen Xuan also sighed: It stands to reason that he doesn't want to be enemies with people like Yang Mei Daoist, but for the trump card of Hou Tu, he can only do this.

He arched his cupped hands at Yang Mei Daoist: "I'm sorry, Yang Mei fellow daoist, for her, I really have no other choice in this matter."

Houtu's big eyes widened at once: He refused this old man because of me?

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