Su Tong took the phoenix hairpin and looked out the door, his heart moving slightly. www.biquge.info Under the control of Su Tong's divine sense, the phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and two red rays of light shot out from the phoenix's eyes.

"Is this the power of a fifth-level magic weapon?" Su Tong looked at the phoenix hairpin in his palm in disbelief.

"I'll give it to you if you like it." Old Man Zhou said disapprehantly.

The phoenix hairpin was taken by Su Tong from Fan Siqin's hand, originally Fan Siqin liked that phoenix hairpin very much, the child's family did not understand the hidden secrets, and in order to show off his grandfather's ability, he handed it over to Su Tong. Old Man Zhou's words made Fan Siqin's face change, and his eyes glanced at Old Man Zhou with resentment.

Old Man Zhou's divine sense was very sensitive, and he immediately noticed the change in Fan Siqin, he watched Fan Siqin staring at the phoenix hairpin tightly, and understood what she meant.

Su Tong also noticed Fan Siqin's abnormality, and hurriedly took the initiative to return the phoenix hairpin to Fan Siqin, she politely said to Old Man Zhou: "This phoenix hairpin belongs to Siqin, I don't want it, I just sighed at its power just now, and I don't want to take it for myself."

Su Tong's words alleviated the mustard in Fan Siqin's heart.

She was a little embarrassed in her heart, realizing that she was too stingy, so she hurriedly pushed Su Tong's hand and said, "This is what my grandfather gave you, you can take it, if I want it, my grandfather will make it for me in the future."

Old Man Zhou was very satisfied with Fan Siqin's performance, and he had the feeling that my family had a girl who had just grown up. He took out a delicate and small phoenix-shaped pendant from the storage bag and put it on with a bright red dragon beard, handed it to Fan Siqin and said: "Siqin performed very well today, this is the colorful phoenix pendant that your grandfather rewarded you, which is inlaid with two ninth-level defensive arrays that are triggered when you encounter an external attack, and what Siqin wants in the future will tell her grandfather directly, and your grandfather will make it for you."

Children like delicate things, and when she saw that delicate pendant, Fan Siqin forgot the unhappiness just now.

Su Tong held the phoenix hairpin, Fan Siqin held the pendant, the two of them had a heated discussion, what jealousy, what envy eyes were all gone, and all the unhappiness turned into floating clouds in front of the delicate magic weapon.

Old Man Zhou twisted his two sparse beards and watched the two of them interact like an uncle watching children.

Mom and Dad and my cousin were bored, so they took my hand and pointed outward, and I followed them out of the door of the refining room.

Mom asked, "We want to go around, do you want to come along?"

I looked into the room, and the two children couldn't start talking, and I didn't know when it would be over.

I nodded, and followed my parents around.

We first came to an alchemy room with a large medicine gourd hanging at the door.

The colorful pills, shining with the unique halo of the elixir, were dried on the medicine shelves. Mom leaned over to take a look, but didn't dare to touch it.

When the steward inside saw someone approaching the medicine shelf, he immediately stood up and stopped us, saying, "What are you doing?" How did you get into our Immortal Valley? The medicine here is not allowed to be moved casually, so you should go out quickly and don't contaminate our medicinal materials. ”

We trespassed in without the master's consent, and my father felt a little weak when he heard his words, although he knew that the other party was just a puppet, he politely explained to him: "We were brought in by your master Zhou Longyu, he is in the refining room, we are bored and come to take a look, we will not touch your elixir, you can rest assured."

"The master is coming?" That puppet may be a fan of Old Man Zhou, and his eyes instantly lit up like a normal person after listening to our words. The attitude was also immediately much more modest.

The cousin looked at the puppet's demeanor and felt that the puppet was his master's bone powder, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, my master is here, and I am his apprentice Qingyuan."

The puppet didn't confirm the authenticity of his cousin's words, but directly saluted and shouted, "Little master!"

Then he said, "Since you are all friends of the master, please come in and visit at will, but the medicines on these medicine shelves have not yet been formed and cannot be touched at will."

I politely said to him, "Okay, you can get busy, let's just see for ourselves."

The steward left, those various pills made no difference in our eyes, they knew us, we didn't know them, and after looking at them for a while, my parents felt bored, and led us out of the alchemy room.

We continued to walk forward and came to the door of a very large workshop, which was lined with swords, guns, swords, halberds, and several weapons in an orderly manner. At first glance, you can tell that this is a weapons workshop.

This time we didn't rush in, and standing at the door of the weapons workshop, my cousin poked his head in and looked inside.

When the steward inside saw a few of us standing at the door, he immediately walked out and asked, "When did you enter the Immortal Valley, I wonder if you can inform my master?" What do you have to teach here?"

The words of the steward were so crepe, that my parents thought about it for a long time before they understood, and they were asking themselves: "Why did you trespass into the Immortal Valley without the permission of the master?"

Dad hurriedly explained to him: "We came in with Old Man Zhou Longyu Zhou, he is now in the refining room, we will come and walk around casually by ourselves."

When the puppet heard this, he immediately greeted us warmly and said, "Our weapon workshop is the largest workshop in the Immortal Valley, and there are all kinds of weapons in it, so you can see whatever you want."

The boys were all interested in swords, and before we could take a step, my cousin jumped in.

He lingered in the shop, touching this and that, touching the swords placed outside the entire workshop, wanting all of them, and not willing to put them down.

I picked up a butterfly-shaped short sword and looked at it, this short sword was exquisitely crafted and made of exquisite materials, and at a glance I knew that it was made by a famous artist. The scabbard was made of purple-red leopard skin, with gold trim on both sides, and near the edge of the sword were several rubies the size of broad beans.

I took the short sword in my hand and looked at it again and again, and just looking at the scabbard made me nostalgic and reluctant to let go.

I grabbed the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other to slowly pull out the short sword, and a cold air suddenly burst out, imminent.

The sword was as thin as paper and as light as a mirror, like a transparent ice cube standing in front of my eyes.

I stretched out my fingers and gently pulled a long piece of hair down the tip of my sword. The long hair broke off when it was cut off.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "It's just that, isn't it?"

When the steward heard my admiration, his heart was refreshed, and a smile immediately spread on his face.