C78 Old Phlegm

whoosh whoosh … *

"Clank …"

Ye Xiaofan took out the purple Storage Ring and poured it on the ground. Dazzling artifacts fell to the ground one after another, making a sound.

"This is …"

"Hiss ~"

When everyone saw the ten magical equipment beneath Ye Xiaofan's feet, they all held their breaths and their eyes were filled with shock.

These ten magic tools had three lines on them