Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Half an hour later.

The ancient town gradually became noisy.

A bonfire burned in the open space of the town.

The firelight dispersed the dark fog, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day.

Busy figures shuttled back and forth.

This ancient town, which had been dormant for thousands of years, seemed to be alive again.

Beside the fire, several people were busy grilling meat.

The large piece of dragon meat threaded on the bamboo slices has been burned by charcoal fire, and slowly takes on an attractive golden color. Oily flowers sprout out, and the meat is fragrant.

The group of guys around who were busy setting up camp secretly swallowed a few saliva from time to time and looked back frequently, all of them unmotivated to do anything.

Under a broken wall.

Partridge Whistle found a stone slab and sat on the ground.

Holding the vajra prong and wiping it carefully, the joy in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

This tantric weapon, no matter its size, weight, or sharpness.

It's like it was tailor-made for him.

It becomes more and more satisfying to use.

After wiping it several times until it was spotless and with a faint golden light shining, he carefully put it away.

Then he picked up a piece of leather.

Look at the grain and texture.

It was clearly a piece of dragon skin.

It is simply prepared with the secret medicine of moving mountains.

Invulnerable to water and fire, and difficult to break with swords, it is the best material for making leather armor scabbards.

Without further delay, Partridge Whistle took out a box of needlework and began to work seriously under the flickering light of the fire not far away, just like a tailor on the roadside.

Not long after.

A scabbard has been formed.

Pulled out the vajra prong and tried it.

Just perfect to seal the square blade into the sheath.

The black scales contrast with the Vajra Bodhisattva on the handle, giving it an indescribable cruel beauty.

"good."

"The craftsmanship is finally not lost."

Satisfied nodded.

Partridge Whistle murmured in a low voice.

Although he was born as a mountain mover, he was very good at all these crafts.

In the past, when traveling around the world, it was inconvenient to show people the swords and swords, so he sewed them with his own hands.

It's just that after replacing the mirror box twenty times, I seldom do it again.

After so many years, I picked up the craft of sewing again. Unexpectedly, not only was it a success, but it was also unexpectedly almost perfect.

Although the Bishan lineage has a very deep heritage, many inheritances and magical artifacts have been lost because the tribesmen have been migrating in search of pearls for thousands of years.

So far as to reach his generation.

Not only did no one break through the border to enter the Tao.

There are only three mirror umbrellas left among the magic weapons.

However, the polarized umbrella is still a defensive weapon, and it is not enough to kill, so it can only be replaced by muskets.

But now I have this Vajra Prong.

If he meets the big demon again, he will finally have the strength to fight without having to be in such an embarrassing situation.

We can only skim the formation aside.

For him, there is always a feeling of needing to be protected at all times.

In the past, they had encountered demons while searching for pearls, but the three brothers and sisters never retreated.

How can I finally practice cultivation and enter the country, but I don't even dare to take action? Isn't this a big joke?

"Senior brother..."

The old foreigner who has been standing by.

Looking at the Vajra Prong, a trace of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes.

He has been with his senior brother since he was a child.

He has a lot of treasures about moving mountains.

This is the first time I have seen the Vajra Prong. Coupled with its strange form, it looks like a Buddhist object at first glance.

I think it must have been obtained after entering the scripture building with Chen's head.

"Take it, don't break it."

His little thought was like a blank piece of paper in front of Partridge Whistle. He shook his head and smiled, and handed over the Vajra Prong in his hand.

"Senior brother, don't worry."

The old foreigner took it with a surprised look on his face.

His eyes fell on the square pegs, and the simple and thick atmosphere suddenly hit his face.

His expression suddenly became solemn.

He no longer dared to be distracted, but looked at it carefully.

"The third statue in the southeast of the seventh floor."

When he scanned the image of the Bodhisattva cast on the handle, he had an immediate impression.

Earlier, senior brother and Chen Baotou entered the scripture building.

Leave a few of them behind.

The old foreigner specially walked around the ancient building and looked at the sutras and curtains several times.

It's not out of awe. The Zagrama clan believes in the true God and has no connection with Tantra. It's purely out of curiosity and wonder.

A total of three hundred statues of gods are as vast as smoke.

Carved on a stone tower.

This was a spectacle he had never seen before.

Seeing his junior brother muttering to himself, Partridge Whistle didn't pay attention and looked past him to the bonfire in the distance.

Everyone in Xiling was still busy with dinner, while junior sister Hua Ling was sitting with Miss Hong talking about something.

See this situation.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I was thinking about taking a break while it was still early.

but……

The thought just came up.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, feeling that something was not right.

He raised his head again and looked past the many busy figures to the outside of the ancient town.

Beside the well under the trees at the entrance of the ancient town.

A figure in a green shirt is sitting cross-legged, with aura wrapped around his body. He is clearly practicing meditation.

See this scene.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but feel a flash of shame in his expression.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

No wonder Chen Yulou can travel thousands of miles a day on the road.

I recalled it carefully.

Counting from the reunion at Pingshan Yizhuang, in the past few months, we have watched the sun in the morning and the moon at night, no matter the weather, we have never slacked off.

This self-control alone surpasses all of them.

Thinking of this, Partridge Whistle could not think of resting.

Take a deep breath.

Start practicing with your eyes closed.

"division……"

After playing with the Vajra Prong for a while, the old foreigner became more and more aware of its value.

Subconsciously I want to return it to my senior brother.

But when he turned around, he suddenly discovered that the other person had already entered samadhi.

Seeing this, the old foreigner did not dare to disturb him, carefully put away the vajra prong, and then stepped out quietly.

Outside the ancient town.

Chen Yulou seems to be able to understand everything.

Just noticing the partridge whistle's behavior, he smiled helplessly.

The reason why he came here was not what he had in mind, but just to stay away from the noise. At this moment, he spread his right hand, and in the palm of his hand was a strange bead blooming with light.

Astonishingly, it was the dragon's head taken out from the back of the dragon's neck.

The dragon's eyes are indeed magical.

It contains not only the energy of the sea of ​​clouds, but also the essence of the deep sea.

Break the waves, explore the secluded areas, dive into the abyss, ride on the clouds, and ascend to the sky.

All rely on the power of the dragon's eyes.

The most important thing is that there is a trace of dragon blood in it.

However, when he tried to sense it just now, the trace of blood was so weak that it could almost be ignored.