Old Master Zhong, sitting upright on the chair, looked at this interesting little guy and said with a smile:

"Are you sure?"

"Once you choose, you can't regret it."

"I, now I will give you another chance to choose?"

Is this a treasure?

No, you can't believe the words of the scumbag!

Believe in fate!

In an instant, Cheng Buzheng made a decision and said with a firm look on his face:

"Disciple chooses this treasure and will never regret it!"

"I believe that this treasure is my destined treasure."

Cheng Buzheng looked like he didn't bow his waist for the spirit stone, and looked at Old Master Zhong very firmly and said.

"Okay!" Old Master Zhong smiled and applauded:

"I am worthy of being a disciple of my sect."

Boy, no matter how cunning you are, you can't break free from my Wu Finger Mountain.

Obviously, he did this on purpose just now!

On the other side.

Seeing the appearance of the old scumbag Zhong!

Cheng Buzheng felt a sank and felt like he had fallen into a pit.

As expected.

I saw the old ancestor Zhong wave his hand and floated in front of Cheng Buzheng one by one, and the inspiration shrouded on it disappeared.

At this time, Cheng Buzheng clearly sensed the grade of these treasures in front of him.

First time.

Cheng Buzheng looked towards the white robe!

Fortunately, the fluctuations in its spiritual power should be a low-grade magic weapon, not a treasure weapon, and the worst thing did not happen.

Immediately, Cheng Buzheng glanced at some other treasures.
Chapter completed!