There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Gu Xia kicked open the tightly closed door and rushed to the stone table holding the mustard seed bag.

Xu Xingmu and Ye Sui'an followed closely behind.

The two men followed suit, probably to maintain formation, and also broke into the room.

The eldest senior brother who came up slowly and saw this scene said: "..."

Say it again!

His door is innocent!!

You bunch of robbers broke into his yard, it’s fine, but why did you have to kick the door?

Or do you think it's cooler to kick like this?

With an expressionless face, he thought in his mind whether to kill these people now or later.

Jiang Chaoxu took a step back silently: "Big Brother, you can actually give them a chance to say their last words."

No matter what is said, the most important thing is to let the eldest brother put down the sword in his hand.

Hearing this, Shen Weixun pushed the sword, which was already half unsheathed, back into the scabbard and decided to cut them later.

Jiang Chaoxu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, the crisis is temporarily resolved.

On the other side, Gu Xia had no idea that she was almost beaten by the senior brother. As soon as she rushed to the stone table, she hurriedly threw away the mustard seed bag that had been pressing on her all the way.

There was a dull 'clang' sound, and Xu Xingmu, who had just stuck his head out, was startled.

"What are you doing?"

Gu Xia shook his hands and couldn't help showing a mask of pain: "No, my mustard bag is hot."

The ice-attributed spiritual root worked rapidly, and soon the temperature of her scalded fingertips was lowered.

Ye Sui'an came up to him with interest and asked, "Why? What did you put in the mustard bag?"

His first reaction was that Gu Xia had stuffed some messy things into his mustard seed bag without their knowledge.

As for why there is this speculation?

Ye Sui'an said that you can tell by looking at the rags in the hands of the four of them.

but--

"Don't blame me this time." Gu Xia felt sorry for herself for a second when she saw what they handed over. "You may not believe me, but this is not junk."

The magic weapons in her mustard seed bag were mostly broken into pieces by the thunder, and the talismans were also used up in the falling land.

Later, when they were in the main city of the Demon Realm, after Gu Xia followed the Demon Prince into that space, she and Fu Sheng Jian stole a lot of good things when no one noticed.

But since she came back, she was either being beaten or on her way to be beaten, and she never had the chance to share the spoils with her fellow brothers.

Many of these things were very suitable for the four senior brothers to use. Gu Xia stuffed them all into her mustard bag, confident that as long as she and the mustard bag lived together for the rest of her life, nothing unexpected would happen to her.

I didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly.

Considering that Gu Xia had too many criminal records, Ye Sui'an didn't believe it: "How is it possible?"

He casually fiddled with the pile of tattered gadgets on the table, but couldn't see anything special about them. So he patted Gu Xia on the shoulder and said, "I didn't expect that you, my little apprentice sister, have become so poor. Don't worry, I will steal my father's mustard seed bag to support you next time I go back."

"..." Gu Xia slapped his claws away and said simply: "Get lost."

I told you it's not junk!!

Also, your father is really lucky to have a filial son like you.

From now on, Master Ye will probably have to keep both eyes on guard when he goes to bed at night.

Xu Xingmu also scratched his cheek: "Yes, little sister, if it really doesn't work, we can still help you out by gathering together."

Gu Xia: "..."

You get out too.

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"Is this... a magical weapon?"

Jiang Chaoxu, who had not participated in the quarrel between the three, carefully checked with his spiritual sense and withdrew his hand in surprise: "How could it become like this?"

No wonder Ye Sui'an thought this pile of stuff was junk.

After all, magical weapons are generally lustrous and shiny. Even the strange magical weapons of the demon clan are not so miserable. Just look at the dull appearance and the faint traces of rust.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like unwanted "garbage" on the roadside.

If Jiang Chaoxu had not been careful and sensed a trace of spiritual energy on it that had not yet dissipated, he would probably not have believed that this thing could be a magical weapon that was sold at an extremely high price in the world of cultivation.

And judging from the feeling, the quality is not low, at least it is top grade or best quality.

Gu Xia pulled a stool over and propped up his face with one hand: "This is the magic weapon I brought back from the Demon Tribe. It was fine before, but I didn't expect it to suddenly become like this."

It felt as if the spiritual energy was drained in an instant, so that the magic circle seal engraved on it lost its original luster.

It has completely become a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Gu Xia was so heartbroken.

This is a fine product that she had specially selected, and it is obviously a genuine magical weapon for cultivators.

Gu Xia guessed that it must have been stolen by that old thief, Demon Lord.

Tsk, what a shame.

Fortunately, she came to bring justice.

Several other senior brothers: "..."

Although it was inappropriate, their expressions were all equally strange, and they greeted each other sincerely in their hearts.

Well, I hope the Demon Lord is okay.

After a trip to the Demon Tribe, she didn't forget to pack some 'specialties' to bring back. She is worthy of being their junior sister, she is so cool.

While they were talking, the mustard seed bag that Gu Xia had thrown on the table suddenly moved again.

Xu Xingmu and Ye Sui'an were so close that they hugged each other and asked almost in unison: "What the hell is that?"

Then the two looked at each other, let go of their hands in disgust, and did not forget to kick each other to show respect.

"Xia Xia."

The young man's clear voice suddenly sounded, and the sword spirit landed beside her and said slowly: "Have you forgotten the jade box that the little useless dragon robbed before?"

After being reminded by him, Gu Xia immediately remembered what the "culprit" that caused all this was.

Not long ago in the dungeon, when Qu Yimian intended to stab her heart with a dagger, the black energy that Gu Xia had been concerned about appeared again, and she keenly noticed that something in her mustard seed bag was constantly vibrating.

It was as if I was resonating with something.

Due to the wrong timing, Gu Xia only knocked twice and did not take it out to check in public.

I had originally planned to find a place to study carefully after I got out, but who would have thought that I would be so unlucky. As soon as I got out of the dungeon, I was caught by Elder Zhong Yi who had been waiting for a long time.

It was not until the vibration just now became more and more intense and the mustard bag kept getting hot and almost burned Gu Xia to death that she finally remembered the mustard bag that she had neglected.

Gu Xia thought carefully for a moment. Although there were always a bunch of messy things in her mustard bag, the only thing of unknown origin was the jade box that she had snatched from the Demon Lord.

It is known that there is a remnant soul of the devil hidden in Qu Yimian's sea of ​​consciousness, and she snatched this thing from the hands of a real demon.

So the question is -

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