"As long as he can steal the thing from my hand and the things from the God Chef Villa, I will serve you with both hands, and you will also let you choose an item from my storage bag."

"If he can't steal the things from the Shenqiu Villa, I will naturally follow the order of the head and return them to you. However, you also need to ask me to choose an item from the storage bag. Do you dare to gamble?" Song Qingxiu stared at Uncle Wu and said with a ferocious look on his face.

This is how he wanted to let the so-called senior show his true form to see if this guy is a senior with unfathomable cultivation, or as he guessed, he was just a lucky person who had obtained the secret method of hiding and stealing items in the ancient world.

Even now, he doesn't believe that this senior is really good at merit and fortune, and his cultivation is extraordinary and he becomes a saint. He wants to reveal the true face of this thief.

Hearing Song Qingxiu's words on the radio, Zhou Yu couldn't help laughing again. This guy gave the goods twice, but he didn't wake up at all. Now he is ready to deliver things again.

At the same time, a curiosity appeared on his face. What did this guy take out and could assert that he would never steal it.

In the Xuantian Sect, Uncle Wu looked at the things in Song Qingxiu's hand and showed a look of surprise on his face, "Song Qingxiu, you are really crazy. You are actually using your natal spiritual weapon to bet."

"Haha, I, Song Qingxiu, can expose a liar with a natal spiritual weapon, think it is very worth it." Song Qingxiu laughed wildly.

Uncle Wu shook his head and smiled. This guy was indeed a monk halfway through the journey, and his nature was affected so easily. The humiliation he had suffered in the sect was beyond the imagination of Song Qingxiu, but he had always maintained his original intention and did not make himself crazy.

"If that senior is really here, what you have lost is not just your natal spiritual weapon. Without taking the initiative to erase the imprint on the spiritual weapon, your spiritual consciousness will be damaged. Without years of nourishment, you will definitely not be able to recover." Uncle Wu said lightly.

The natal spiritual weapon is connected to the body and mind of the immortal cultivator. Although it can be replaced, the mark on it needs to be eliminated. Otherwise, it will be forcibly erased by someone and its spiritual consciousness will naturally be damaged.

"Haha, Senior Brother Wu, there is no need to worry about you. If he really steals my natal spiritual weapon, I can find him instantly through sensing. What's more, the natal spiritual weapon can be taken away so easily. Now, I will only ask you one question, dare you bet."

Song Qingxiu laughed again and looked at Uncle Wu, his face full of mockery.

The words from the radio made Zhou Yu stare at him. In the fairy tale novel, this term is often heard, closely linked to the spiritual consciousness of the immortal cultivator. It is very difficult for other immortal cultivators to easily erase the imprints.

Song Qingxiu wanted to use this spiritual weapon to test his abilities and find himself with this imprinting sensing.

Looking at Song Qingxiu's aggressive posture, Uncle Wu laughed without hesitation, "Haha, that senior, you are a small natal spiritual weapon, and you still want to provoke him. I, Old Wu, have bet on it, but time cannot be limited to today. That senior cannot stay in Xuantian Sect every day."

"So what if we give it a few more days. Our storage bags, the storage rings of the head and others are all carried on us, but the man stole some worthless things. This shows everything. Now I am standing here to see if he has the ability to steal them."

Song Qingxiu sneered. He had no good feelings for this so-called senior who had ruined his good deeds and was hiding in the dark.

"Well, Junior Brother Song, you can't just stand here. You must shout out the previous words to let that senior know that you are coming to deliver things again, otherwise I won't bet." At this time, Uncle Wu coughed and kindly reminded.

He didn't know whether this senior was in Lingcao Garden or where Song Qingxiu lived, so he asked this guy to shout and provoke him, and I believe he would definitely attract that senior.

Hearing Uncle Wu's words, Song Qingxiu suddenly showed anger on his face, "Wu Tianhua, don't bully people too much."

The first two times, because of those words, he almost became the laughing stock of the entire Xuantian Sect. Although many fellow disciples did not show any suspicion in front of him, they could hear some laughter as soon as he left.

Especially those who were a little disagreeing with him were even more rude and mocked him. Now Wu Tianhua wants to make him shout again, it is like sprinkling salt on his wound, which is so painful.

"Oh, it's too much to deceive others, no, no, I'm a normal request in the bet. If you don't agree, then hand me over the things from the God Chef Villa, and I'll turn around and leave now." Uncle Wu said calmly.

Hearing this words, Zhou Yu held his forehead and smiled. With Song Qingxiu's personality, he would definitely shout those slogans next, because this bet was what this guy thought was the opportunity to turn the tables and would never give up.

"Okay, I shout, senior, come quickly. I have a natal spiritual weapon in my hand, a flying sword made of a variety of precious materials. It is powerful. If you have the ability, come and steal it. See if you really have the power, your cultivation is unfathomable, or a shameless person who can only hide in the dark and use some secret techniques to make some sneaky things."

Song Qingxiu gritted his teeth, said hatefully, and then kept shouting at the surroundings.

This spiritual weapon innately turned out to be a flying sword, and Zhou Yu showed a hint of excitement. Since reading mythological stories and fairy tales, flying with the sword and roaming the sky has become the biggest dream hidden in his heart.

However, he shook his head, wondering if the radio could take this natal flying sword over now. What's more, even if he took it over, he could not control the flying sword because he had not yet established a foundation and could not even refine Qi.

After thinking about it, Zhou Yu was not in a hurry to get the flying sword, but was preparing to wait and see if Song Qingxiu would take out other things.

After all, with the lesson from the last Wanbeast Sect, he also knew that every time the radio was turned on, he could only have one chance to collect things from the Xianxia World.

"Senior, come and steal quickly. If this flying sword is sold to others, it will at least be worth several top-quality immortal stones. It has almost been made of all my savings. Come and steal quickly. Aren't you good fortune?"

Song Qingxiu held the flying sword in his hand tightly and kept sarcastic.

However, no matter how sarcastic he was, there was no trace of disappearing in the flying sword in his hand. At this moment, a strong smile appeared on his face, and everything was heading towards the direction he guessed. Two times before, he was not as good as he was now, and the things he took out had disappeared.

"Junior Brother Song, this flying sword may not make that senior moved. You might as well add something and add something." At this time, Uncle Wu saw that Song Qingxiu's flying sword had not disappeared, and immediately spoke and reminded him.

Zhou Yu suddenly laughed. Uncle Wu is really a good person and knows how to think about himself.

"Haha, I don't even have any other things. Today I only have this natal spiritual weapon in my hand. If that guy has the ability, even my storage bag will be stolen. From now on, he is really a shameless person who has obtained the secret technique. He can't even steal a natal spiritual weapon, and can only steal some worthless things."

Song Qingxiu laughed proudly. How could he take out other things with a sure victory?

Zhou Yu showed helplessness on his face. This Song Qingxiu had learned to be smart and would not take anything else.

He looked at the radio and tried to think in his heart that he would get the flying sword. Since there was nothing else to get it, he could only see if the radio could take this natal spiritual weapon over.

Even if he gets the flying sword now, it's useless. But we can't let Song Qingxiu keep mocking him there.

However, the light that appeared after thinking for a while was no movement at all now. Zhou Yu's expression changed slightly, and he felt a little regretful. Sure enough, the radio could not bring things of the level of flying swords now.

"Haha, a shameless person, a senior who can't even steal a flying sword and who claims to be a good fortune, is simply something worse than a pig or a dog. Come out and die soon." Song Qingxiu showed a look of complacency on his face, no longer satisfied with mockery, and began to speak swear words.

When Zhou Yu heard the words on the radio, he immediately smiled angry. Looking at the radio on the table, which was still not moving, he couldn't help but say, "Radio, look, this guy has scolded us. Even if I can tolerate this tone, can you tolerate it? Who are you? You are a magic weapon that can travel through two worlds. When have you ever been humiliated like this?"

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