Gao Wu: I can see future news

After Zhou Xiaojun left the frontline battlefield, he wandered around in the square near the entrance.

All that came from my ears was the news about the birth of the 'Little Qiankun Bag'.

In addition, he also learned from some people:

in the past, there were also 'quasi-artifacts' such as Xiaoqiankun bags, some of which were obtained by powerful warriors, and some fell into the hands of demon beasts.

Moreover, a quasi-artifact like a small Qiankun bag, after spilling blood to recognize the master, can only be with one master for the rest of his life.

When the owner dies, the quasi-artifact will also be destroyed.

That is to say:

the quasi-artifact, after spilling blood to recognize the Lord, can no longer be given to another person, and can only be used by himself until death.

"Demon beasts, generally there is no way to make the quasi-artifact recognize the master?"

After learning this, Zhou Xiaojun finally knew:

Why did those Xuan Realm martial artists squad enter the frontline battlefield so actively and go to find the Xuan Realm big demon who got the small Qiankun bag.

Dare to love is that they all know: that

big demon can't confess the little Qiankun bag dripping blood.

"Let's go

back to the hotel first..." "Go back to the hotel, drop blood from the little Qiankun bag and see what function it has."

Zhou Xiaojun returned to his heart like an arrow.

Walking to the bus stop near the No. 2 entrance and exit of the frontline battlefield in this magic capital, and

waiting for a

bus, Zhou Xiaojun left the vicinity of the frontline battlefield on the bus, and also left the nearby military management area.

Before it was completely dark, he returned to the Warrior Hotel.

Back at the hotel

, Zhou Xiaojun first locked the door of the room, and

then took out the 'small Qiankun bag' called the quasi-artifact from his backpack.

Now, it was also the first time he seriously looked at the small Qiankun bag, and found that the faint golden light around the small Qiankun bag had converged, but he could still vaguely see some.

In addition

, this small bag looks like the ancient kind of bag, but it is larger than the ordinary bag.

"Now let it confess the Lord."

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Xiaojun pinched his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the top of the small Qiankun bag.

In an instant, the golden light on the small Qiankun bag flashed, and

Zhou Xiaojun's drop of blood was visibly absorbed into it.

The next moment,

Zhou Xiaojun felt that he and Xiao Qiankun Bag seemed to have a wonderful connection.

This feeling is the same as when the sword of Ares was first recognized.

"Receive!"

As soon as the thought moved, the small Qiankun bag held by Zhou Xiaojun in his hand disappeared in an instant, hiding in his

body like a demonized sword of Ares.

"What is your role?"

Zhou Xiaojun sensed the existence of the little Qiankun bag and asked silently in his heart.

This is also what he tempted to ask Xiao Qiankun bag.

And at this moment

, Zhou Xiaojun's inquiry, as if triggering something hidden in

the small Qiankun bag, the small Qiankun bag automatically appeared in his hand, and

the next moment

, a golden light shot out from it, and before he had time to react, it was already integrated into his eyebrows.

At the same time

, a somewhat familiar voice also echoed in Zhou Xiaojun's ears:

"Congratulations, you got the 'Little Qiankun Bag'."

"The small Qiankun bag, although it is only a quasi-artifact forged from the imitation artifact 'Qiankun Bag', does not have the power to control killing like

a Qiankun bag..." "However, it has the storage function of a Qiankun bag, there is a space inside, except for non-viable things, everything can be stored."

"The premise is ... The storage cannot exceed the size of the space on the side inside.

"In addition, in the internal space of the small Qiankun bag, time is static, and there is no need to worry about problems such as dust and not being able to store fresh things."

"The use of the small Qiankun bag is also very simple."

"You silently recite in your heart: the space inside the little Qiankun bag."

"Then, you see it."

"If you want to save something, just say it silently in your heart: save this thing in a small Qiankun bag."

"At that time, you just have something to save in your mind."

"If you want to take something, it's the same, just say 'take out something from the little Qiankun bag' and think about what you want to take."

......

Zhou Xiaojun remembered.

Isn't this

voice the voice of the owner of the fat hand behind the spatial crack he saw at noon today?

"He won't really be the god 'Maitreya Buddha', right?"

Zhou Xiaojun glared, his heart was shocked, and he felt a little incredible.

"I don't know where I am, I don't know how far away, tearing up space, sending things to the frontline battlefield of the magic capital..."

Zhou Xiaojun couldn't help but gasp for air.

Although he had long guessed that the gods were powerful,

this method still shocked him.

"I was busy all night yesterday."

Thinking of the whole night that was busy last night, Zhou Xiaojun had an urge to vomit blood

, but he was busy so much, and the result was all for nothing?

That little Qiankun bag was not buried under the ancient pine at all, but was temporarily forcibly torn open and sent over....

Shaking his head

, Zhou Xiaojun secretly decided:

"If the news about the 'quasi-artifact' is pushed to me in the future news, I will go to the place in advance and wait for them to tear open the space and send it over."

This 'lesson' can be said to make Zhou Xiaojun unforgettable for the rest of his life.

"Let's take a look at

the internal space of the little Qiankun bag..." Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaojun silently recited in his heart:

"The internal space of the little Qiankun bag!"

The next moment

, in Zhou Xiaojun's mind, a dim huge space appeared out of thin air

, because there was nothing inside,

so he had no idea how big the capacity inside was.

"Put things in and try it."

Zhou Xiaojun silently said in his heart, while thinking about his backpack.

The next moment, the backpack disappeared from the table, and

at the same time, there was an extra backpack in the internal space of the small Qiankun bag.

Zhou Xiaojun continued to meditate and let the backpack move against the ground inside.

Soon, he confirmed the distance of the four corners.

Then, move the backpack up.

Finally, the size of the space inside the bag was confirmed.

After confirmation, Zhou Xiaojun couldn't help but gasp:

"Oh my God!"

"The space inside is calculated according to the proportion of the backpack... The length, width and height are definitely more than two hundred meters, just the area close to the ground, there are 40,000 square meters, comparable to three standard football fields!

"And the space inside is a cube, with a volume of more than eight million cubics!"

Even if Zhou Xiaojun has expectations.

However, the internal space of the small Qiankun bag is still beyond his imagination.

Simply outrageous!

"This is just a quasi-artifact that imitates a Qiankun bag... If it is a real Qiankun bag, how big should the space be inside?

"Is it really like the online encyclopedia says, which can accommodate a piece of heaven and earth?"

Zhou Xiaojun's heart trembled again.

When he came back to his senses, his

face was full of bright smiles:

"This time, I made a lot of money!"

"With this little bag... In the future, no matter how many monster beasts I kill when I enter the frontline battlefield, I can also pack them all in and bring them out! "