The stone door was broken open and a faint light shone in. There was a stone bed, a stone leaning against, a stone table, and a stone cabinet, but nothing else.
It's just that these things are covered in dust, as if no one has lived in them for a long time.
call!
This is a cruel person!
Being able to practice hard for decades under such difficult conditions shows that Gong Yihua's mind is firm.
God rewards hard work, and the road is natural.
It would be damning if such a ruthless man could not become a Martial God. Even surpassing a Martial God is not impossible.
Wang Tao was thinking this and saw Fan Qianhai walking in cautiously.
"Hey! There is a small door here, it seems to lead to the underground?"
Fan Qianhai obviously said this to Hong Yiming.
"Wait here, don't come in."
Hong Yiming said something to the person behind him, then walked in.
He looked at the dust on the ground, feeling slightly surprised.
"It seems like no one has been here for a long time? Even if Gong Yihua achieves martial arts fake elixir, it's impossible not to eat and drink, right?"
Hong Yiming and Fan Qianhai looked at each other and saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.
"Hey, there is a small door there. If Gong Yihua is dead or alive, won't you know if you go in?"
Fan Qianhai chuckled and pointed to the small door against the wall inside.
The small door is also made of stone, and Wang Tao's spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate it at all.
What kind of material is this? Can it block my consciousness?
Wang Tao was curious, but he did not go in rashly because he felt a faint dangerous atmosphere exuding from the stone door.
To make him feel slightly dangerous at the level of the ancient martial arts, at least he must be at the level of the infant!
Thinking of this, he was extra careful.
Fan Qianhai took a deep look at Wang Tao, looking hesitant.
"Forget it, even if we go in, he won't be able to cause any trouble."
Hong Yiming shook his head at Fan Qianhai in a funny way, wondering how he didn't know what his old friend was thinking.
Fan Qianhai was afraid that if he and Hong Yiming went in, the remaining brothers would conflict with Wang Tao. Rather than doing this, he might as well kill Wang Tao early.
Wang Tao's expression remained unchanged and he had no intention of entering the stone house, which made Fan Qianhai relax.
"Keep an eye on him. If he dares to come in, he will be beaten to death."
Fan Qianhai gave instructions to his men.
"Hehe! Don't worry, Lord Wolf, it's not easy to deal with him."
Scarface glanced at Wang Tao with contempt, his expression full of disdain.
Fan Qianhai nodded, signaled to Hong Yiming, and then walked towards the stone gate in person.
The imaginary stone door that was difficult to open did not appear. Fan Qianhai pushed it gently, and the stone door opened inward, and a smell of mold suddenly drifted in.
This stone door seems to have not been opened for a long time.
Fan Qianhai took out a bright flashlight from his pocket, looked at each other and Hong Yiming, and slowly walked towards the dark hole behind the door.
The two walked into the cave entrance, followed the winding stairs, and soon disappeared from Wang Tao's consciousness.
The same spiritual consciousness can only penetrate a few hundred meters, and there are still stone steps for hundreds of meters. This road seems to lead directly to the underground center of the island.
Could it be that there is a cave underground on this island?
Wang Tao thought doubtfully, and suddenly his expression changed. He looked towards the way he came from, and his expression suddenly became stern.
On the road they walked, they saw two people walking slowly, following their footsteps.
The two men were dressed in Oriental short clothes. One of them, an old man, had an Oriental sword on his waist. Behind him was a teenage girl, who also had a sword on her waist.
These two people are actually Japanese swordsmen.
Wang Tao searched with his spiritual consciousness and noticed the thick calluses on their hands, especially the old man's hands. The calluses were as hard as stone, so he must be extremely skilled in swordsmanship.
"Who are you?"
When the Japanese came closer, Scarface obviously noticed it. He frowned slightly and looked at the two of them. Suddenly he saw the logos on their chests clearly, and his expression changed slightly.
"Are you from Baizhangyuan Shrine?"
"Haha, exactly."
The old man lowered his head and glanced at the logo on his chest, and replied with a smile.
"You are not in Dongyang? Why are you coming to China?"
The scar-faced man stared at the old man with squinted eyes, putting his hands into his bulging pockets as if he was ready to take action at any time.
"This has been our oriental territory since ancient times. Our ancestors left some things here. Today I'm here to take them away."
The old man from Dongyang said and glanced at several people with disdain, not taking the people in front of him seriously at all.
"Fart! The Diaoyu Islands belong to China, not to mention the Yuezhao Island here? Humph! I think you Japanese devils are crazy about land!"
Scarface was furious and roared angrily. With a wave, everyone behind him took out rifles and other weapons, and then sneered and pointed at the two Dongyang people who were slowly approaching.
Wang Tao was slightly surprised by Scarface's reaction. It seemed that this guy wasn't all short-comings.
"Hehe. You are too weak. I don't even bother to take action. Get out of the way!"
The old man said calmly, waving his hands at the tense crowd.
"Tsk! Arrogant!"
Scarface was furious and was about to take action, when suddenly Wang Tao stood up.
"Takashima Jiro, the original sword god of Baizhang?"
Wang Tao asked doubtfully.
"Hey, do you recognize me?"
Takashima Jiro looked at Wang Tao in surprise.
"No! I don't know you. I've seen Tiandao slash with one sword, so I know you."
Wang Tao's expression was indifferent. Back then, the Qianye Sword Master had used the Heavenly Sword to slash, but he later learned that this move was the famous secret skill of the Baizhang Former Shrine Sword God.
"What? Sword God?"
Scarface screamed and couldn't believe it.
The Sword God is a figure comparable to the God of War. Even Fan Qianhai and Hong Yiming may not be able to defeat such a figure together.
hiss!
The people behind Scarface also gasped, they couldn't believe it.
At the same time, these people also looked at Wang Tao with some gratitude. If Wang Tao had not pointed out this person's identity, they would have taken action rashly, and the scene could be imagined.
There is no doubt that if they dare to attack a sword god, they will definitely die.
Everyone secretly exclaimed that they were lucky, and their eyes on Wang Tao softened a bit.
Seeing that Takashima Jiro didn't look at them at all, they felt relieved.
A master naturally has a master's demeanor, and such a master will not casually trample to death a few ants that are not in the way.
Yes, these people are like ants in the eyes of the Sword God.
"Now that you know my identity, get out of the way!"
Takashima Jiro still looked calm, showing no emotion at all.
Takashima Jiro looked down upon these people, so Wang Tao had never looked down upon Takashima Jiro.
However, Wang Tao noticed the cute and silent girl behind Takashima Jiro.
Judging from the situation, Takashima Jiro is just a slave, and the real master is actually the girl behind him.
call!
If Wang Tao guessed correctly, she is the shikigami of Baizhanghara Shrine, ranking among the top three of the eight major shikigami in Japan. Even a sword god who has spent his whole life practicing swords must be carefully served.
It can be seen that this shikigami is definitely not comparable to the two old ghosts Shi Liang and Qianye.