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Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters execution(2/2)

It seemed that Qiao Xueqing didn't expect that Chen Feng would take out the treasure and touch his storage ring.

"If you don't keep your word to the servants, wouldn't it seem like my master is incompetent? There is no way, you can only create a treasure. Don't be scared." Before Qiao Xueqing took out the thing, Chen Feng sighed helplessly, but he was soon replaced by a proud and stinky fart feeling.

Chen Feng, who called Bu Fang closer, signaled her to reach out and slapped her palm.

"What is this?"

After Chen Feng stopped, everyone had discovered that there was a small metal statue on Bu Fang's hand.

Compared with most treasures, the small metal statues Chen Feng took out give people a sense of silence and heaviness, and it has not yet revealed a powerful aura.

"Speaking of this treasure is amazing, you can experience it yourself in the future. As long as you have it, I believe that even in extremely dangerous situations, you can save your life. But you have to be clearer, that is, no matter how strong the treasure is, you want to become the one who controls the treasure. If you become a slave to the treasure, there will be no future." Chen Feng was so awesome that he seemed to want Bu Fang to avoid detours.

"I understand."

Bu Fang respectfully thanked Chen Feng, but did not check the solid metal statue, so he quickly put it away.

"You can't just take out something useless and fool people, right?" Ruan Yun didn't believe in Chen Feng's character very much.

"I'm fooling people? Otherwise, you have never seen the world, the strength of the small metal statue will definitely be beyond your imagination." Chen Feng curled his lips, as if he was too lazy to defend Ruan Yun.

Ma Ning has long been dead. Now few people know the extraordinaryness of the small metal statue. Perhaps Qiu Tianjiu, who has saved his life from the Jitu Sea, is an exception.

When the sick girl Qiao Lan spit out a spell and sank into the small metal statue, causing the small metallic luminous images to decompose and stick to her body piece by piece. It was really powerful.

Although Qiao Lan was instructed by the old man with big mouth and red lips, after releasing the defense and power of the small metal statue, she resisted the powerful attack of the ancient tree roots of Daoyun and the crushing of the Zushima.

Especially after Qiaolan used the crushing of Zushima and completely merged with the small metal statue, Chen Feng almost couldn't kill her.

If it weren't for the critical moment in the Jitu Sea, the robot doll girl Miao Chan repeatedly slapped Qiao Lan's head, not giving her a chance to get dizzy, and finally using the small bell to impact Qiao Lan's soul, Chen Feng would have a question whether he could spend this small metal statue safely.

Seeing that Chen Feng didn't look like he was lying, everyone in the Chen family was a little curious about what kind of power the small metal statue Bu Fang got had.

"Since the head of the family said it was a treasure, then you can believe it for now. Now there are treasures, so you have to work harder in the future. Most of the people in the family have reached the peak of high-level spiritual cultivation. You can't leave too far. You have to hurry up and catch up, otherwise it will be useless for the big plan." Qiao Xueqing smiled and said to Cheng Yun and Bu Fang.

In the past, when he was in Tiansheng Sect, the maids taken by the Chen family members, now only Cheng Yun and Bu Fang were left. It is no wonder that Qiao Xueqing was looking forward to it.

As time goes by, it is true that Qiao Xueqing said, in the case of bad world and changes in people's hearts, I really don't know how many people can survive!
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