C1157 Sanbao

The twelve treasures floated in front of Yang Junshan, each of them being sealed by a halo of light.

Yang Junshan looked at the twelve treasures with an uncertain gaze. On the opposite side, Daoist Nine Supremes was looking at Yang Junshan's face with a smile, waiting for him to make a decision.

"How is it? Does little friend have a favorite item?" The tone of the Daoist asked in a gentle tone