Bei Gonghan stretched out his hand and took out a desktop-sized map: "In order to come here, I carefully studied... including the layout of the temple..."
"Temple?" Yi'er suddenly narrowed his eyes. This was the first time he heard this news. He had heard many people only say that there were dilapidated buildings here, but no one had ever said that this was a temple...
"Uh, no... this is just the name I gave this place myself." Bei Gonghan smiled and pointed at the map: "Don't you think Qingyun Island itself is a miracle? It can also give people so many treasures.
For thousands of years, it has never been exhausted, which is so miraculous in itself... Moreover, some people say that this was originally the training ground of a Martial God. If it was a Martial God, then this must be the residence of the Martial God. It is also called a temple.
It should be..."
Yi'er looked at the fanatical Bei Gonghan and suddenly understood that this person was a crazy worshiper of the God of War, and he might even be a God of War who had already died thousands of times!
Such people are crazy, but facts have proven that such crazy people can often grasp some facts that others dare not even think of!
"We are not familiar with the road ahead. Do you want to come with us?"
"With pleasure." Bei Gonghan seemed very excited. He kept talking while leading the way. I wonder if it was because he had arrived at the place he had dreamed of. He seemed a little excited, and his eyes showed a bit of heat everywhere he looked.
"Originally, I only planned to take a look around, but I didn't expect to meet you... It's so great!"
From Bei Gonghan's words, Yi'er also understood some of the reasons why this person tried to get close to her from the beginning.
All the people on the island are like expedition teams that belong to the four forces and belong to the national team, while people like Bei Gonghan are private teams... Their overall strength is quite strong, and everyone has their own abilities.
Some unique skills are like Bei Gonghan. He definitely knows more about this island than anyone else. Even those martial saints who have been here many times may not have a better understanding than him.
But behind him, Ketamu, has an amazing ability, which is his sense of smell. He can smell the breath of all living creatures nearby, and can also vaguely distinguish the opponent's approximate strength. Although it is limited to whether he is stronger or weaker than him, this is enough.
Enough to make them seek good luck and avoid bad luck!