"Lu Feng, do you think these people are also here for the inheritance of King Zhong?"
His eyes also noticed the groups of forces gathered around her. Concubine Ren Xuan turned to look at Lu Feng beside her and asked in a low voice.
"Nonsense."
Lu Feng shrugged, and then said without thinking, "Is it possible that these people spent so much time here to organize a group picnic and barbecue?"
Hash!
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel a deep chill coming from behind, and his whole body shivered suddenly.
"Well, Miss Ren, I don't mean anything else. Actually, I just want to say..."
ettileglegiders who have been wronged. The Four Kingdoms of Lingnan, and His Royal Highness, the loyal king, single-handedly fought against the invasion of the Southern Barbarians outside the Great Wall, protecting the lives of countless civilians. The inheritance of such a hero cannot fall into the hands of these little guys!" Facing Lu Feng's initiative to "make amends", Concubine Ren Xuan also pursed her lips and smiled, like a big rooster that had won the battle, and regained her former cheerfulness.
"Having said that, it is not easy to seize food from a tiger's mouth."
Lu Feng nodded and looked into the depths of the tomb opposite.
In the depths of the tomb, an unknown corpse wearing a python robe was lying quietly on the golden throne. However, due to the passage of time, most of the bones had turned into dust, leaving only half an empty shelf. A round relic shaped like a dragon's eye could be vaguely seen emerging from it.
As for the side of the relics, there are some weapons and spiritual treasures and unopened golden treasure boxes scattered, which seem to be the burial objects of the owner of the corpse during his lifetime. Moreover, the grade of the weapons and spiritual treasures is not low, and the most rubbish ones are above the fifth grade!
Obviously, the nameless corpse in front of me is none other than the famous and powerful king of the Yanhan Dynasty, King Zhong!
“Haha, I have lived for one hundred and twenty years. I thought that the road to immortality has come to an end, and there will be no hope of breakthrough in this life. I didn’t expect that now I can get a glimpse of the legacy of the most powerful princes and kings of the Yanhan Dynasty in the past. It is truly an inexhaustible road... ! ”
In the crowd, a lame old man in a raincoat looked excited, and his right hand on crutches was trembling crazily, as if an old monk who had not been a womanizer for ten years suddenly entered Yihongyuan by mistake, and he was going to go all out in the next second.
The lame old man's strength is not too weak. His cultivation has reached the third level of the Meridian Opening Realm, and he is on par with Jia Youqian, the former young master of the Tianxia Shang Gang. However, due to his age, all aspects of his body's functions have seriously aged, so his overall strength is slightly weaker than that of warriors of the same level.
"Why does this old guy look familiar..."
“I remember it! Could this person be the “eight-handed old monster” who was so famous back then that countless brothel girls were jealous of him? "
"The old monster with eight hands? Impossible. Didn't this old guy fly back to the west thirty years ago, and he is still alive now...!"
At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd. It seemed that some casual cultivators at the scene also recognized the origin of the lame old man.
"Dare I ask this brother, where does this eight-handed old monster come from, it sounds like he is very awesome?"
His eyes also looked at the lame old man, Lu Feng looked confused, and then slightly raised his hands to a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf next to him.
After all, he has not been practicing martial arts and immortality for a long time. Not to mention the entire Dongyun Kingdom, even in the small Qinghe County, he does not know the names of many veteran casual cultivators.
"Little brother, have you never heard of the name of the old monster with eight hands?"
Facing Lu Feng's question, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then explained, "This old man's name is Ding Shiqun, and he is a warrior from the South Vietnam Kingdom, not Dongyun. According to legend, he was just an ordinary farmer before he was forty years old."
"However, one day after he accidentally slipped and fell off a cliff, not only did nothing happen to him, but he also received a heaven-defying opportunity. From then on, he set foot in martial arts and his strength increased greatly...!"
“Not only that, Ding Shiqun, an old guy, once had an impressive record of fighting eight great courtesans alone in one night, and was invincible throughout the whole process, so he was known as the “eight-handed old monster” in the world! 》
Speaking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and there was a hint of envy in his words.
"Oh my god, that's really awesome!"
Hearing this, Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he also grinned, as if he remembered some erotic scene.
"Lu Feng, it seems that you also envy him..."
Seeing Lu Feng's evil smile, Concubine Ren Xuan next to her couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, then curled her lips and said in a vaguely mocking tone.
"Ahem, Miss Ren, I was actually just joking. How could I envy such an old thing who is addicted to lust and has a pockmarked face..."
Faced with Concubine Ren Xuan's strange aura, Lu Feng coughed a few times, then suppressed his smile and said righteously, "In my opinion, this old guy just had too much fun when he was young. , That’s why his cultivation has stagnated, and he has ended up in this sickly state. He really deserves it!”
Although he is a man himself, Lu Feng also knows how to behave. He still has to leave a good impression on Concubine Ren Xuan. After all, the other party still owes him a life-saving favor. In the future, he will ask Concubine Ren Xuan for her precious reward!
....
At the same time, the Beihai Sword Sect team was in front of
Jiang Beihai crossed his arms and looked at the bones and relics of King Zhong on the golden throne opposite him with burning eyes.
After all, this relic condenses part of Prince Zhong’s vitality during his lifetime. If it can be absorbed and refined, it will not only greatly increase his cultivation level, but even break through the shackles of the realm in one fell swoop and become a powerful person in the spiritual realm!
"Isn't that guy Gu Bushang here yet?"
As if he remembered something, Jiang Beihai turned around and glanced at a young disciple beside him.
"Back to the sect master, the disciples have sent several flying pigeon letters in succession in the past few days, but so far they have not received any reply from the senior brother, and even the disciples around the senior brother are missing..."
The young disciple bowed forward and then raised his hands towards Jiang Beihai. His tone was slightly nervous at this moment.
"No news about the whereabouts yet?"
Hearing this, Jiang Beihai couldn't help but frown slightly, and suddenly there was an ominous premonition in his heart.
Although Gu Bu Shang's cultivation level is average and he is only at the eighth level of the Condensing Yuan Realm, he is still his eldest disciple. He is followed by a group of fellow disciples. Logically speaking, ordinary warriors cannot do anything to him.
However, Jiang Beihai never expected that the eldest disciple he had high hopes for had long since died. He was refined into a flawless golden corpse by Yun Zhonghe, a master of the list of villains. As for the latter, he died tragically at the hands of Lu Feng.
“That’s it!”
“It’s important to seize the inheritance of King Zhong!”
Gathering his thoughts, Jiang Beihai stopped thinking and immediately jumped forward to rush towards the golden throne on the opposite side!
After all, compared with the safety of his eldest disciple, he is more concerned about the legendary inheritance of King Zhong at the moment.
唰!
Just when Jiang Beihai was about to approach the golden throne, a brocade-robed figure flashed out from the side, and then stopped the former. At this moment, there was a faint smile on his handsome fair face, "Sect Master Jiang, you are well."
"It's you again!"
Suddenly, Jiang Beihai's body was stopped, and Jiang Beihai's eyes were fixed, with fear appearing.
The person blocking him in front of him was none other than Qin Dingce, the young master of the Qin family, the first generation of the Fancheng family in Qinghe County!
"Qin Dingce, do you want to stop me? Others may be afraid of your Qin family, but I am not afraid of your Qin family!"
Slowly pulling out the sword from his waist, Jiang Beihai said in a cold and solemn voice, full of threats, "If you don't want to die, I advise you to get out of the way!"
"Haha, Sect Leader Jiang is so magnificent. The inheritance of the loyal king is now ownerless and can be obtained by everyone. Now you, the Beihai Sword Sect, want to monopolize the opportunity. You really underestimated Qin..." Facing Jiang Beihai's threat, Qin Dingce still had a faint smile on his face, as if he was sure of victory and did not take the opponent's threat seriously.