Gao Wu: I can see future news

"The little Qiankun bag is now in the world, and those who have a fortune will get it!"

This sound, like the 'lion roar' in the rumored seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple, once it sounded, it spread far away.

Zhou Xiaojun felt that even in the inner edge area, and even the outer center area, it was estimated that he could hear this voice.

"This fat hand..."

At this moment, Zhou Xiaojun had a bold idea in his mind, and

subconsciously swallowed his spit fiercely,

"The owner of this hand won't be that god Maitreya Buddha, right?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaojun was a little flustered

, and at the same time, he was also a little anxious

, this hand, after snapping his fingers, how could it still dangle in the air, why hadn't it retracted?

"Can't wait any longer!"

"Wait a minute, people and monsters have gathered!"

"Even if he is the god Maitreya Buddha?"

"He also said, those who have a fortune get it!"

"I'm the one who has it!"

Zhou Xiaojun jumped down the tree trunk

, and then, at the fastest speed, rushed towards the small Qiankun bag suspended in the void.

"Huh?"

"Someone coming so soon?"

"Only one person?"

"Nope! It can't be so simple for you to get your hands on it.

After the spatial crack, the voice came again, making Zhou Xiaojun look confused.

What the heck?

Didn't you say that those who have a fortune get it?

Now, do you still dislike that I am the only one who is destined to be there?

Do you have to watch a group of people and monsters fight to the death?

"Senior, they all said that those who have fortune will get it, but they don't play scoundrels!"

While shouting, Zhou Xiaojun who came to the side of the small Qiankun bag did not hesitate, and directly reached over to take the small Qiankun bag.

And at this moment

, above the fat hand, a faint golden light extended, wrapping the small Qiankun bag inside, so that Zhou Xiaojun's hand stopped in the void like hitting a stone.

The golden light mask protected the small Qiankun bag inside.

Let Zhou Xiaojun can't succeed.

"Hey, hey... Wait, little one, in a quarter of an hour this protective shield I left behind will dissipate on its own.

After the spatial crack, the voice came again, obviously, the

other party also heard Zhou Xiaojun's dissatisfied voice just now.

Seeing that the fat hand is about to retract back to the spatial crack, and the spatial crack is constantly closing, it will obviously not take long to completely close and even disappear.

Shout!!

Zhou Xiaojun gritted his teeth, took out the sword of Demonized Ares in a thought, and stabbed it out.

I can't help what protective shield you made out of the air, the demonized sword of Ares as a weapon of the gods should always be possible, right?

Of course, Zhou Xiaojun also stabbed this sword with the attitude of trying it out.

What he didn't expect was that

as his sword stabbed on the golden light mask, the golden light mask was like a thin layer of glass, instantly shattered, and then annihilated in the void.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaojun's eyes lit up, and his other hand reached out lightning-fast and grabbed the small Qiankun bag in his hand.

When the fat hand that was retracting suddenly paused.

Zhou Xiaojun smiled and said

, "Senior, thank you for the treasure!"

When the words fell, he slipped away directly, and did not dare to turn his head.

He is also worried that if he continues to stay, what means

the other party will use, and when the time comes, demonizing the sword of Ares may not be able to deal with the other party's means.

After all, the means that the other party just used may not be some clever means....

The other party must have never expected that he, an uninvited guest, would have a divine weapon in his hands.

After Zhou Xiaojun left

, the fat hand paused briefly, and finally retracted

the spatial crack, before the spatial crack was completely closed,

a murmured voice echoed in the air:

"It turned out to be the sword of Ares... Wasn't that outer god Ares killed by Nezha and Celestial Dog a hundred years ago? "

How could his sword appear in the hands of my people of the Great Xia Dynasty?"

"What a little guy with ridiculously lucky luck!"

"However, when everyone around gathers and doesn't see the little Qiankun bag, you won't think I'm fooling them, right?"

"My reputation cannot be ruined because of this."

Before the spatial crack closed completely, the voice behind sighed.

Then

, another 'small Qiankun bag' appeared at the moment when the spatial crack was completely closed, and appeared where the previous small Qiankun bag was suspended.

It was also Zhou Xiaojun who did not see this scene.

Otherwise, you will definitely take this little Qiankun bag back and forth!

Who would have too much of this kind of baby?

......

This time, although Zhou Xiaojun came to collect the small Qiankun bag in advance under the prompt of future news

, because of the appearance of the second small Qiankun bag,

history has not changed because of this.

After he left, a group of warriors who were the first to arrive began to compete for the 'Little Qiankun Bag'.

Then, a group of demon beasts also joined the fray.

Among them, there are many Xuan Realm Great Demons who came from the inner edge area.

Finally, a bird and demon 'Wupeng' in the early stage of the Xuan Realm that fell from the sky appeared when a group of warriors and demon beasts were in full swing.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

It, as a 'yellow finch', took away the small Qiankun bag, leaving only a dashing back to a group of human warriors and demon beasts present.

......

Zhou Xiaojun

, after leaving the place where Xiao Qiankun bag was born, ran for a distance, and entered the peripheral center area, his speed slowed down.

Then, walk slowly towards the frontline battlefield entrances and exits.

Now, he is in a very happy mood.

It's just that when evening came,

he walked out of the front-line battlefield without hurry and appeared in the square again.

The discussion in his ears made him confused for a while:

"Have you heard? In the peripheral core area, a vision of light appeared, and a solemn voice sounded, saying 'The little Qiankun bag is in this world, and it is obtained by those who are destined for it'. "

I heard, that little Qiankun bag, most likely imitation of the legendary god Maitreya Buddha's carry-on weapon Qiankun bag, that is a quasi-artifact!"

"Such a quasi-artifact was actually taken away by a bird demon in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, it was too infuriating!"

"Many Xuan Realm warrior squads have received the news, and now they are rushing inside, all wanting to find out the bird demon and recapture the little Qiankun bag."

......

Hearing these conversations, Zhou Xiaojun quickly opened his backpack and took a few looks.

Finally, it was confirmed that

the little Qiankun bag was still in his backpack.

But what do these people mean?

Also

, just now, on the way out, he did see many cars hurriedly rushing towards the inner perimeter.

Those are the cars of the Xuan Realm warrior squad?

The purpose is for the small Qiankun bag that was taken away by the bird demon?

At

this time, there was only one thought left in Zhou Xiaojun's mind:

"That senior who was hidden behind the spatial crack, after I left, threw out a small Qiankun bag?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaojun looked remorseful.

Missed missed....

If you already know it, you won't be in a hurry to run!