Lingyu First Bank

Wang Yuan turned around reluctantly, wanting to go out, but there appeared in his consciousness the last person who should not be here...

Three monks.

It was incredible that there were three monks in this place, but after recognizing one of them, Wang Yuan understood that it was Xiao Quan who gave him the map.

The three monks walked to the entrance of the cave, and one monk directly expanded the entrance of the cave into a normal entrance and exit, and said in his mouth, "It looks like a mouse hole."

Xiao Quan had a bitter face: "Isn't this too obvious?"

It was only then that Wang Yuan discovered that in Xiao Quan's small stage of refining Qi, the two monks following him turned out to be at the Golden Core stage.

Wang Yuan frowned, and using the technique of earth escape, he slowly drilled into the stone wall with the stone gate painted on it, but his spiritual sense stared at the three of them to death.

One person behind Xiao Quan pushed him and said: "There are so many nonsense, go in quickly, if you don't find any treasure today, you don't want to leave alive."

"How many times have I said that there are no treasures here, I lied to you." Xiao Quan called out to Tianqu.

The two monks didn't listen to him, and kept urging him to move forward.

Soon, the three arrived at the place where Wang Yuan was standing just now.

The two Golden Core cultivators looked here quickly, and found nothing like Wang Yuan, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry, but looked at the stone gate carved on the stone wall.

After watching for a while, the two looked at each other and smiled, and looked at Xiao Quan together.

Xiao Quan tremblingly said, "Seniors, you all saw that there is nothing here."

The two Golden Core cultivators, one tall and one short, said with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Xiao, Xiao Quan."

"No, your surname should be Ji, right?" The short monk still smiled kindly.

"Ah? How do you know? My father only told me when he died."

"That's right, ha..." The short monk laughed wildly.

"What, what do you mean?" Xiao Quan, no, it should be called Ji Quan, who was baffled by his laughter.

"Junior brother, you talk to him."

"Hey." The tall monk sneered: "Boy, are you embarrassing your ancestors?"

"Old ancestor?" Ji Quan was confused.

"Let me ask you first, how did you find this place?"

"A map handed down from my ancestors, I followed the map to find this place, but the things here should have been taken away first, so I left some broken copper and iron." Ji Quan said aggrievedly .

"Boy, what do you know? If it weren't for those scraps of iron, we wouldn't be able to find you? Do you know who we two are?"

Ji Quan shook his head.

"Our brothers are the elders of the Chongqi Pavilion."

"Heavy Equipment Pavilion?" Ji Quan was a little surprised.

"Boy, speaking of it, you have some connections with our Heavy Equipment Pavilion." The short monk interjected.

Ji Quan? ...

"To tell you the truth, your ancestor Ji Jing was a famous person in the previous generation of my Chongqi Pavilion. He was recognized as the first genius in refining weapons since the founding of our sect. He once refined high-grade Houtian Lingbao. You know, This is basically the limit of the refining tool, the innate spirit treasure cannot be refined with strength, it requires a special opportunity."

"More than 2000 years ago, your ancestor traveled all over the world to find several broken innate spirit treasures, hoping to break through the secrets of innate spirit treasures and refine them with his own hands.

Later, he felt that there were too many people looking for him to refine weapons in the sect, which affected his research, so he quietly left the sect and found a place to study on his own, I think, probably this is it.

Before he died, he returned to the Zongmen and explained some things before he passed away. However, he had the habit of keeping a diary, and he wrote down some things. These diaries are in the Zongmen's library.

In the diary, he recorded everything before, and at the same time he also said that he had left the location of this place to his descendants, but for the safety of future generations, he had asked them to change their names and move away.

Later, Zongmen searched for it for a while, but failed to find his descendants.

Brother Jin and I have both read this diary.So you didn't recognize the words on the fragment of the magic weapon that you took out that day, but the two of us did. It was the mark of your ancestor, and it was also the magic weapon he left for his descendants. "The tall monk said so much, and looked at Ji Quan maliciously.

Ji Quan didn't understand, so: "It's here, I didn't lie, didn't I bring you here?"

"Boy, do you know why we followed you here? It's because, your ancestor said, he left a great thing here for his descendants, but descendants cannot get it without strength , if his descendants get it, his descendants will take this thing back to the sect, and ask the sect to accept his descendants." said the short monk surnamed Jin.

"I don't know, didn't my father tell me this?" Ji Quan became more and more depressed.

"It's normal. It's been 2000. Your family should have never produced any outstanding people, so some things have been buried and not passed down. Judging by your appearance, you are also very downcast, right?"

Ji Quan had nothing to say, he could see it with his long eyes.

"Boy, your ancestor is a genius. It is impossible to do research in such an ordinary place. Brother Liu and I just saw this place, and felt that only this stone gate is a bit weird, so we want to try this stone gate." The monk surnamed Jin said.

"How to try?" Ji Quan had a bad feeling.

"Hehe, since your ancestor said that things are left to his descendants, that is to say, it is related to descendants, so it should be related to blood."

"Ah? You don't want to shed my blood, do you?"

"Don't be timid. The descendants of your ancestors have not got anything. I guess it has something to do with strength. That is to say, if your strength is not up to you, you can't get it. So I just try to see if it works. This matter." After the monk surnamed Jin finished speaking, a stream of blood flowed from Ji Quan's wrist as soon as he raised his hand, and then formed a thin blood chain in the air, swimming along the painting marks on the stone gate.

In a trance, Shimen seemed to flicker for a moment, but after only a flicker, there was no more movement.

The monk surnamed Jin stopped his hands. Although Ji Quan was afraid, but fortunately, the blood taken was not too much, so there was no danger of his life for the time being.

Not to mention that Ji Quan was trembling, the two monks Jin and Liu quietly discussed how to proceed to the next step.

When Wang Yuan's light flashed just now at Shimen, he found something in his consciousness. He didn't have time to think about it. When his consciousness was rolled, the thing was in Wang Yuan's hands. Fortunately, it was very light, so his consciousness could move.

Because he was in the stone wall, the three of them didn't notice it.

Wang Yuan checked the thing in his hand. It was a thin animal skin, well processed, very thin and light, but it was very large when unfolded.

It was as big as a silk scarf, and it was covered with writing and some pictures.Wang Yuan looked at it for a while, and knew that it was a design drawing, but he didn't know what was designed on it, so he threw it to Dabao.

Then he continued to secretly observe the three people on the opposite side.