Chapter 144 The Tomb of the Master Hua Jin (Chapter 2)
Li Qingyuan looked shocked. Did Chen Fan open it? Three people walked in one after another. Chen Fan closed the stone door again, blocking those who came in from behind. Chen Fan said to Li Qingyuan, "Mr. Li, next, you will
Go look for it yourself, we will act separately."
Li Qingyuan had this intention, he didn't want to be with Chen Fan.
If there is any opportunity, he can take it all to himself.
Li Qingyuan glanced at Chen Fan, clasped his fists, and said with a smile, "Okay, boy, let's all rely on our abilities." As he said this, Li Qingyuan swayed and flew away to one side.
Watching Li Qingyuan go away, Chen Fan smiled and was not in a hurry.
"Mr. Mo, what about us?" He glanced at Chen Fan and saw that Chen Fan was not in a hurry, but Pang Yuan next to him was a little anxious. After a while, Cang Xuan sent people faster and faster.
Good things are easier for Li Qingyuan to get.
Besides, this is the Tomb of Huajin!
"It's just the tomb of a Huajin monk." Chen Fan smiled and did not explain. He just stared at the departing Li Qingyuan until the latter's figure completely disappeared from his sight.
Behind the scenes, Pang Yuan was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
What does it mean to be a mere Huajin monk?
Isn't Chen Fan's tone too loud?
At this point, Li Qingyuan's figure disappeared from Chen Fan's sight. Chen Fan said, "Look." As he said that, Chen Fan took out the sword. At this moment, Pang Yuan's eyes widened and he saw
This sword is buzzing and trembling all over!
It turned out that Chen Fan had been suppressing him with his spiritual power before, so he was not exposed!
This sword is Po Jun!
This broken army was emitting light and was buzzing and trembling. It was as if Chen Fan's hand would fly out at any time as long as he didn't hold the broken army. Pang Yuan next to him had already been dumbfounded.
, "This, isn't this just..."
"That's right." Chen Fan nodded with a calm expression, "This sword is called Po Jun, and it was obtained from your family."
"This sword, the Spirit Sword. I felt the sword tremble slightly when I was on the top of Mount Tai. This means that the owner of this tomb is related to this sword." Chen Fan raised his head, "
Or, to put it more bluntly, the owner of this tomb is the owner of this broken army!"
The owner of this spiritual sword, Po Jun, is a Huajin cultivator!
Actually, it's hard to say.
Because, Chen Fan saw from this broken army that the sword spirit on this broken army had been dead for a long time. Otherwise, this sword had previously been a peak mysterious weapon. With the strength of the person in this ancient tomb, it was still far behind.
Very far.
This broken army should have been obtained by him later.
Now, Po Jun was trembling all over, as if he was guiding Chen Fan in a direction. Seeing this, Pang Yuan opened his mouth in shock and couldn't close his mouth. How did Chen Fan do it? He knew all this, but faced him from beginning to end.
Don't change your attitude, and still deal with this Li Qingyuan calmly and talk to each other?
Why is this Chen Fan not excited at all?
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Let's go and take a look." See where this broken army is leading. Chen Fan took a step forward and walked towards that place.
Buzzing, the broken army in his hand was trembling, and it seemed that as soon as Chen Fan let go, it would fly away.
Chen Fan was indifferent and followed from behind. On one side, Pang Yuan was nervous and expectant.
He also wanted to know what was in this tomb. Obviously, the inheritance of a Huajin monk would not be simple. Unfortunately, Chen Fan was not interested in this thing. He came in today and just took a look.
look.
The structure of this tomb is not very clever, otherwise, Chen Fan would not have fallen from the height of Mount Tai after a single move with Li Qingyuan.
Not far away, one could even hear the sound of Li Qingyuan rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and the occasional, unbridled laughter. Apparently, the former had achieved something that he was quite satisfied with.
Only Chen Fan was not worried or dissatisfied, but Pang Yuan, who was behind it, was anxious.
Chen Fan didn't even seem to be in a hurry with his steps. I don't know why he was so calm. You know, he was so anxious that his back was sweating. He saw that the people from the Cangxuan Sect were about to arrive. After all, this Taishan was only in front of others.
under his nose.
Here, there was such a big noise, how could they not hear it?
"Here we are." While he was thinking about it, Chen Fan smiled, raised his head, and looked forward. Pang Yuan was slightly startled, and saw Chen Fan pushing open a stone door. This was a relatively closed secret door.
After entering the door, it turns out that this is the resting place of the owner of the ancient tomb!
After entering this door, there is a space of about one hundred square meters. Right in front, a body of bones is sitting peacefully, with its face facing the door. However, this action makes people awe-inspiring. This face is peaceful, and its hands are white bones.
, stacked on the knees, showing the five phases of heaven and man, clearly still practicing before sitting down.
When the Po Army arrived, it suddenly became quiet and no longer trembled. This was really a spiritual weapon. There seemed to be a trace of sadness coming from the Po Army.
Chen Fan raised his eyes and slowly fell towards the person on the high platform. Under him, he wrote three words with his brushstrokes, "Luo Longhan!"
Luo Longhan, the Lord of Pojun, in front of you, the Huajin monk!
Pang Yuan was solemn. He couldn't help but take a step forward, clasped his hands, bowed respectfully, and whispered, "Junior Pang Yuan, the thirty-second generation heir of the Pang family. I have no intention of offending my senior. I would like to pay my respects to my senior."
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After saying that, Pang Yuan raised his head with great respect and looked forward, but all he saw was that Chen Fan was motionless on his side, his eyes were calm and a little indifferent, and he did not salute forward like Pang Yuan.
, that’s right, a mere Huajin, or his junior, saluting? He’s not worthy yet.
Looking forward, Pang Yuan couldn't help but breathe quickly. In front of the knee of the owner of the ancient tomb, there was a blue spiritual scroll. This spiritual scroll was placed without any wrinkles. From it, there was a trace of
Silk's spiritual energy comes.
"Spiritual Tribulation Book." There are only these three characters on it, in traditional Chinese and small seal script, giving off a simple and unchanging atmosphere.
"Spiritual Scroll!!" Pang Yuan's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but be horrified. Even without looking at it, he could recognize that this "Spiritual Tribulation Scroll" was indeed a "spiritual level" cultivation technique!
Here is the most important inheritance of the owner of the ancient tomb! You know, looking at this secular world, how many books are there at the spiritual level??
Almost very few! Most of the eight famous sects are still cultivating ordinary mortals at the top level! As soon as he saw this book of spiritual tribulation, Pang Yuan's breath suddenly became hot.
In this secular world, the most important thing is undoubtedly this "cultivation technique"! This cultivation technique is different from other spiritual weapons and elixirs. There are many and can only be used once. Although it seems precious, its value
, but it is far less than one-tenth of the cultivation technique! Because once this cultivation technique is obtained, it can really be passed down from generation to generation.
A more advanced cultivation technique, which is equivalent to giving it to a family, will be passed down for another two or three hundred years! When he saw this technique, Pang Yuan's eyes turned red, and he subconsciously stepped forward
.
"Um?"
Pang Yuan had only taken two steps when Chen Fan grabbed him with one hand. Pang Yuan was stunned for a moment and saw Chen Fan's cold eyes. He raised his chin slightly, signaling Pang Yuan to take a look.
At one glance, Pang Yuan was sweating on his forehead.
It turns out that in the center of this ancient tomb, there is a plum blossom pile blocking the way. This plum blossom pile is obviously not a kind person, it is a killing formation full of murderous intentions!
Just now he took another step and hit the edge of the plum blossom pile. If he took one wrong step, his body would turn into a pool of blood and mud in an instant!
Chen Fan had no expression on his face. He kicked out one foot, and with a "swish", the stone beside his feet was kicked out in an instant, and then it shot into the plum blossom pile.
All I could see was a burst of dazzling light bursting out from some unclear "lines", and then, the stone was silently shattered.
Obviously, the plum blossom pile arranged by this Luo Longhan is not as gentle as the previous real person, but full of murderous intent, killing everyone!
Seeing this, sweat dropped from Pang Yuan's forehead.