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On the other side, in front of the Shutuo tribe’s team
"This kid is really lucky, he didn't die..."
Seeing that Fei Ren was not killed in the melee in the main hall, and that the same man entered the main hall, the old man in green beside Zhang Han also narrowed his eyes slightly, and the look of regret on his old face flashed away.
As the second elder of the Shutuo tribe, the old man in green is a die-hard and has always maintained a hostile attitude towards outside warriors. Unlike Zhang Han and others, he naturally has no good impression of Fei Ren, a disciple of the Lieyang Sect.
"Senior Great Elder."
With a quick glance, he discovered the location of Zhang Han and others. The next moment Fei Ren also jumped up and came to the other party.
At present, there are many masters in the main hall. In addition to people from the five major tribes, there are also many outside warriors. There are a mixture of three religions and nine streams, including many half-step martial arts masters and even real martial arts masters. They occupy almost half of the main hall, about Hundreds of people.
Among these people, the weakest were all at the ninth level of the martial arts realm. It was difficult to survive alone. In addition, Fei Ren had previously killed Homus of the Dali tribe, which aroused the resentment of the other three tribes.
Therefore, Fei Ren also needs to join forces with Zhang Han and others from the Shutuo tribe to avoid being targeted by the other three tribes.
"Boy Fei Ren, it's not too late for you to come."
Glancing at Fei Ren who hurried over, Zhang Han nodded with emotion.
He has always seen the opponent's strength growth. As early as the opening of Zuling, Fei Ren was just a second-level martial artist. However, just over half a month later, the opponent's Yuanli cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. , stepped into the sixth level of the martial arts realm!
"If this is where Azir was buried, then the legacy he left behind is probably here."
After Zhang Han finished speaking, Fei Ren also nodded.
Although he also collected a lot of treasures along the way, and the spiritual rings in his hands were filled to the brim, these treasures were nothing compared to the legacy of Azir, a powerful warrior king.
"Having said that, except for the golden throne and the two golden crow totems, there are no signs of treasure inheritance in the main hall, which is very strange."
"Previously, I have also used Yuan Li to investigate. There are no special secret rooms or secret passages under the main hall. At the same time, the surrounding area is sealed. If there is a treasure, it cannot escape everyone's eyes. ...." On the side, Kublai Khan also stroked his long beard gently, and then said calmly.
"I see."
At this point, Fei Ren almost understood why everyone at the scene did not fight. It turned out that the treasure in the main hall had not yet appeared.
"Everyone, the treasure hasn't been revealed yet, so there's no way we can just stare at each other here..."
At this time, his eyes scanned the surroundings, and the next moment Indra also spoke up and suggested.
Now that he had finally entered the main hall of the royal palace ruins, the treasure inheritance of thousands of years ago was right in front of him. Naturally, he could not be willing to return empty-handed. Moreover, this time entering the ancestral mausoleum, the Borno tribe also lost a lot of manpower.
Now, except for Indra, who is at the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, there are only dozens of tribal masters around him, and most of them are injured.
"Clan leader, may I ask if you have any clever tricks?"
After the words fell, not far from the main hall, a white-haired old man also grinned, and then replied calmly.
The white-haired old man was tall, carrying a long sword on his back. A powerful wave of Yuanli emitted from his whole body, vaguely forming a self-contained aura. His Yuanli cultivation had reached the level of the Martial Spirit Realm, and he was not weak at all. On the opposite side is Indra.
Beside the white-haired old man, there are also several martial arts masters with strong strength, all of whom are above the ninth level of the martial arts realm.
"It's the lord of Qingfeng City, Liu Qingfeng..."
At this time, a low voice came from the crowd. It seemed that someone recognized the origin of the white-haired old man and sounded surprised.
"Is he Liu Qingfeng?"
On the side, looking at the white-haired old man not far across the way, Fei Ren also looked slightly surprised.
He also heard about the other party's reputation.
Qingfeng City, like the original Black Rock City, was also an important city within the territory of the Ming Dynasty. However, Qingfeng City was dominated by the city lord's family. Its city lord Liu Qingfeng was a veteran master of the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, and was good at Swordsmanship, great strength!
"It's very simple. Apart from the golden throne, there are only two Golden Crow Totems here. The treasure must be inseparable from these things."
"Just send a few people up to find out..."
Raising his hand and pointing to the throne and the Golden Crow Totem in the center of the hall, Indra said coldly again.
However, before he finished speaking, Du Qing on the side said in a playful tone: "Indra, you don't want a few of us to be cannon fodder, do you?"
"If you accidentally touch any forbidden formation like before outside the palace, your life will not be saved..."
"What Patriarch Du Qing said is true."
Not far away, Liu Qingfeng also nodded.
As the city lord of Qingfeng City, he is not only powerful, but also scheming, and he also knows the tricks and risks involved.
"Haha, if we continue to stand here, the treasure will never appear."
Indra ignored the two's questions and said calmly.
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As soon as these words came out, Du Qing and Liu Qingfeng's expressions froze, and then they stopped talking, seeming to be a little shaken.
At the same time, in addition to the Chadi tribe behind Du Qing and the masters of Qingfeng City under Liu Qingfeng, the other casual warriors in the hall also had some excitement. After all, everyone present finally broke out of the encirclement and came to the main hall. Naturally, It is impossible to leave empty-handed.
"Clan leader, what should we say?"
At this time, seeing that everyone in the hall was getting ready to move, a master from the Vaishya tribe also stepped forward and looked at Heer.
Although Indra's proposal is a bit risky, the fact is that wealth can be found in danger.
"Where's Jinsha?"
With a solemn face, Hull did not immediately respond to the reminder from the Vaishya tribe master and asked instead.
After a series of melees, he has led a group of his masters into the main hall of the palace ruins. However, there is still no news about his eldest son He Jinsha, which also makes Heer somewhat suspicious.
"Well, back to the clan leader, there is no news about the young clan leader so far..."
He cupped his hands and faced Hel's inquiry. The master of the Vaishya tribe did not dare to neglect and said with sincerity.
"What?!"
Hearing this, Hel's face looked a little unhappy. After all, Hejinsha was his eldest son and had devoted countless resources and efforts of the Vaishya tribe. If anything happened to the other party, it would also be a huge blow to the Vaishya tribe.
"Patriarch, according to my subordinates, the young patriarch may have been delayed and will be here soon. The people from the Dali tribe have also not arrived at the main hall..." Seeing Hel, he was vaguely angry. Another master from the Vaishya tribe hurried forward and explained.
"That guy Indra is also an old fox, we can't be careless..."
Seeing this scene, Hel stopped asking questions and seemed to think it was somewhat reasonable. He then looked at the throne and the Golden Crow Totem in the center of the hall.
However, at this moment, Hel and a group of Vaishya tribe masters did not know that He Jinsha had already died in the hands of Guan Sheng of the Tianlong Sect. As for the people of the Dali tribe in his mouth, they would never be able to come to the main hall. , all became the dead souls under Fei Ren's halberd.
