The yellow sand is fading.

"Whose is this?" a cold male voice came into everyone's ears.

Everyone lowered their hands, and their eyes looked at the source of the sound.

The sight catches the eye of a man wearing a black hoodie and short leather gloves on his hands.

A young man with a somewhat cold face was standing on the edge of a cliff.

The handsome young man was holding a buttercloth bag in one hand, looking at everyone indifferently.

"I'll go, where did this man come from?" the fat man was a little confused.

"Goo," Wu Xie clutched his abdomen and swallowed.

"Who are you!" the men and the others raised their guns, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the cold handsome young man.

The young man Leng Jun didn't pay attention to the man's words, and he slowly walked towards the crowd.

"Don't come here," the man's hand was already on the trigger.

The young man Leng Jun walked in front of Wu Xie and stopped not far away.

Leng Junqing held up the buttercloth bag, "Whose is this?"

Even when he was pointed at gunpoint at Leng Junjun's young man's tone, it was very flat and indifferent.

Wu Xie gritted his teeth, stood up, and snatched the buttercloth bag from Leng Jun's young man's hand.

Wu Xie held the butter cloth bag in his arms, and he looked at the young man Leng Jun and opened his mouth: "That...... Thanks,"

The cold young man just glanced at Wu Xie indifferently, and he looked at the group of foreigners.

On top of the last vehicle of the foreigner vehicle.

The window of the car slowly lowered, and inside sat a middle-aged man with glasses.

The middle-aged man looked at the handsome young man over there, his brows were furrowed, and a storm broke in his heart.

"What's possible!Why is he here!Why is he still so young!!"

The middle-aged man looked at Leng Junqing, and he overlapped the figure of Leng Junqing in his memory with the current figure of Leng Junqing, and there was no sense of disobedience at all.

"This can't be," the middle-aged man exclaimed.

Over there.

The woman heard the voice coming from the headphones, and she frowned: "Boss, what's wrong?"

The man turned to look at her.

"Retreat ......"

The middle-aged man in the car slowly closed the window, and he spoke lightly.

"That'...... What about that thing?!" The woman couldn't help but wonder.

"There will be a time, I don't believe he will stay by their side all the time,"

in the car.

The middle-aged man looked at the cold young man over there through the car window, and he said.

"Retreat!"

The woman glanced at Wu Xie and Leng Jun, she frowned tightly and waved her hand to give an order.

The man glanced at the woman with some surprise.

"A-Ning why?" the man asked.

"The boss's order," the woman, A-Ning, replied as she looked at the man.

After saying that, Aning turned around and walked towards a car.

The man watched A Ning leave, he glanced at Wu Xie and Leng Jun young man with indignation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to his car.

The foreigners around looked at each other, and they quickly withdrew their guns and turned back to the car.

Wu Xie and the fat man and Hi Shao who got out of the car all watched in a daze as the cars and motorcycles began to turn around and drive away.

A Ning in the car turned his head and glanced at Wu Xie and the others, as if he wanted to imprint them in his brain.

"I'll go, I'll just go!" the fat man pouted.

"If they don't leave, it's so hard that you want them to keep pointing guns at us,"

Wu Xie rubbed his abdomen and heard the fat man's words, and he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

"That, thank you, my name is Hi Shao, he is Wu Xie, this is the fat man,"

Hi Shao came to Leng Jun's side and said with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Wu Xie, what do you call me?"

Wu Xie and the fat man came to Leng Jun's young man, only to see Wu Xie stretch out a hand.

The cold young man glanced at the three of them indifferently, and he turned around and walked forward indifferently.

Wu Xie's hand froze in mid-air, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

"Hey, that, what's your name!" the fat man patted Wu Xie on the shoulder, and he shouted at the cold young man.

Leng Jun's young man did not stop.

"Which ...... Wu Xie can't be a ghost, right?" Hi Shao shuddered, and he looked at Wu Xie with some horror.

"Phew!"

The fat man spat out.

"It's daylight, not night!" the fat man patted Hi Shao's shoulder.

"Besides, since the founding of the country, there has been no such thing as ghosts and gods,"

The fat man walked to the side, and said as he went.

"Hey, where are you going, fatty?

Wu Xie looked at the fat man in a bit of a daze, and he said.

The fat man's body stiffened.

"Oh, look at my brain," the fat man patted his forehead, and he turned and walked in the direction where the cold young man had left.

"Hey, fat man, you're going the other way," Wu Xie stepped forward with a black line and pulled the fat man's back collar in the other direction.

"Eh, eh, don't pull me," the fat man cried.

"Okay, okay, I won't pull it," Wu Xie put his hand down.

"Go this way," Hi Shao said, pointing to the other side.

"Let's go," the fat man strode toward him.

Wu Xie and Hi Shao glanced at each other, they both smiled, and they hurriedly followed the fat man's pace.

The figures of Wu Xie, the fat man, and the Hi Shao couple left in the other direction.

With their departure.

All that's left is a scrapped car and a mountain bike that runs out of gas in the distance.

And the lonely temple on the edge of the cliff watched the distant servants, and the back became farther and farther away.

"It's really interesting, that is Zhang Qiling of the Zhang family just now? has the blood of the Qilin, a person who has lived for more than a hundred years, and it is really the same as Zhang Qiling written by the third uncle of the Southern School, and even surpasses,"

"But his strength seems to be only the strength of the transformation of energy, and this transformation of strength is also very strange, is it the reason for the bloodline?"

A figure appeared on the top of the temple, and he looked at the direction in which Leng Jun's young man left, and he muttered to himself.

This figure, he wears a gray cotton jacket, a black trouser underneath, leather boots, short white hair, plain eyes, and a black sword box behind his back, and is about 189 tall.

This person is the young man who has met Wu Xie and the others for the second time.

"Heh, there are a lot of masters and interesting things in this world,"

"The bloody corpses, corpse turtles, blue-eyed fox corpses, iron-faced creatures, and the king of Lu in the palace,"

"The bronze god tree, the mantis Gu, the Zheluo salmon, and the candle nine yin in the Qinling Mountains,"

"There are also the corpses of the sea monkeys, forbidden women, and Wang Zanghai in the submarine tomb,"

"And behind the Worm, the Man-headed Bird, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves, and the Bronze Gate of the Genting Heavenly Palace...... The ultimate ...... of this world ，”

"The Cockscomb Snake, the Queen Mother of the West, the Snake King, and the Meteorite in the Snake Swamp Ghost Town,"

"The hydra cypress, the black-haired snake, and the big white snake in the ancient Tongjing,"

"Tut-tut, if I don't comb it, I don't know that there are so many, my blood is starting to boil again!"

"Wang Chao, GOD, and the stinky snake, you must wait for me,"

"I'll find a way to go back soon, and I'll be sure to finish your competition with me when the time comes!"

"Stinky snake, you must hold on! When you get to be killed by GOD, you must wait for me!"

The young man sat on the edge of the temple, looking up at the blue sky, a smile on his lips.

(PS: The protagonist is set to be a martial idiot, single-mindedly just for martial arts, a rib, sometimes with brains, sometimes without brains,)

(PS: I wanted to write a book a long time ago without a system.,A story about a grandmaster who uses traditional national magic to hammer everything.,We can conquer everything without blood.,Don't accept the hammer to the enemy.,Hehe,If you don't like it, you don't have to stop and read it,)

(PS: As for when the protagonist will go back to the dragon snake.,I haven't thought about this for the time being.,I want to write about Thunder City.,After all, it's a Thunder City that can calm all regrets,)

(PS: The first time I wrote a series of stories about tomb robbery, if there are any mistakes, and if you can't read it, please let us know in time!