Just when Tang Ning decided to take a risk and dragged his three unsuspecting partners to prepare to go deep into the unknown danger, the first and perhaps the last international conference held in the conference room of the largest hotel business guest house in the county suddenly made waves, making Tang Ning, who was unaware, his situation more and more dangerous.

"Gentlemen, look at what I have in my hand." A white-haired monk from the "French Shan Hermitage Society" raised the jade in his hand, looked around at the hundreds of people gathered here at this moment, especially the dozen or so Chinese in the northeast corner, lingered on them for a moment, retracted his gaze and said slowly: "This jade and the other three, in the past four hours, we have carefully analyzed it, from the texture to the shape and even the meaning of the pattern engraved on it, I think you have enough understanding."

"I beg your pardon, Sir Fez, for interrupting you, but I and the gentlemen here would like to know what you are trying to say. Gentlemen here have precious time and do not want to waste it listening to your meaningless speeches. "Captain Jones, from the American "Sea Eagle", has distinctly Indian characteristics, wheat skin, brown eyes, a very straight and tough tone, seems to be not good at dealing with people, and is not afraid of offending people. He is only in his early forties, which is the most energetic 10≠ years of a man's life, but research on him in various countries shows that the exact age of this person is unknown, and there is a lot of factual evidence that he fought in World War II and served in the famous General MacArthur as a close guard officer and bodyguard.

American society is heavily racist, and they look down on immigrants from other countries, especially Mexicans. At home, whites were hostile to blacks and Indians, especially against Indians. They are considered to be a barbaric and uncivilized inferior race that has tarnished the good country of the United States.

MacArthur, as a famous military general, a nobleman among the Caucasians, reused an Indian despite gossip, which shows that Captain Jones himself must have something special and extraordinary.

After the end of World War II in four or five years, countries around the world signed the "Five Non-Violations" clause on overseas islands, and the Qimen monks were too powerful to destruct them, so they stipulated that monks of any nationality, race, or religious denomination were not allowed to participate in conventional warfare in the secular world. Since then, there has been a lack of Qimen monks on local battlefields around the world.

It was also at that time that Captain Jones disappeared from people's sight. It is rumored that this man has werewolf blood, is cruel and murderous, and has countless blood on his hands. In today's Qimen world, it is also a famous killing machine. Some people don't want to listen to his words, but they can't help but listen to them. This white-haired old friar from France is one of them.

"Well, since Captain Jones thinks I'm verbose, I'll just say it." The white-haired old cultivator looked sharply, directly looking at the dozen or so Chinese in the northeast corner, all of whom were representatives of various sects in the country, monks with scars on their heads, old Taoists with hairpins in their buns, nuns, and ethnic minority monks in strange costumes, as well as some representatives of scattered cultivators who looked ordinary on the outside but were surrounded by a strong energy aura in normal costumes. The white fat man is also among them. He and one of the members of the "Unit 601" family who was holding a cigarette pouch and pot, with drooping eyebrows, sallow complexion, emaciated and rickety, and still dressed as a peasant in homespun clothes, were the only official people present.

"That white-haired old boy wants to yin us, be careful." Gray hair was disorganized, sitting on a chair with knees curled, holding his legs in one hand, pinching the cigarette pouch pot with a copper rod and jade mouth in the other, his chin was lowered on his knees, and he was spitting out smoke, ignoring the smoke of the people around him and frowning. Ghost is born sickly, and his pitiful dignity is not much better than that of a beggar on the street, but no one dares to underestimate him. Otherwise, he will not be forgotten by his tuba surname or even his name, and only remember the golden sign of ghost sorrow. When the ghost sees him, he is worried, let alone a human?

"Whatever, on playing with the heart, we Chinese have 5,000 years of historical experience, we are the ancestor of this grandson, afraid of him?" The white fat man sat down in a chair boredly, either twisting his waist or stretching his legs at every turn. He is too fat, occupies space, and the chair is not small, but it is too narrow for him, and he is panicked when he sits on it, and his back hurts from the armrest card, but he can't stand for a long time, losing face.

It doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and what he says is easy, but in fact, he is very anxious. Tang Ning and the others went down to the lake, only he and the ghosts around him, as well as the old monster of the Sixth Living Buddha Zang Guba, who made all the plans, and the two members of the action team, and only a few people knew. These foreigners are not fools either. I can't figure out anything on a few pieces of jade, so I must be in a hurry, and I will go down to the lake again to investigate, and I want to break the barrier. His task is to delay time, as long as he can, as long as he can, and in the end, if he can't hold it off, he will take another benefit, and then follow them. At that time, Tang Ning and the others must have entered the ancient tomb.

Zang Guba said so, the words of this living Buddha, the white fat man chose to believe it. He could only believe. The situation has unfolded, and he can only walk in the middle of the game, and he can't break it.

Now the key to a qiē is on Tang Ning, I hope this kid tries to hurry up as much as possible!

"Frenchman, what do you see? If you have something to say, if you have a fart, let it go. The man who spoke looked like a Yi man, in his thirties, with a leopard head and eyes, a full beard, a very strong figure, and he didn't speak Chinese too smoothly. I can barely understand the general meaning.

The white-haired monk in France shot his fierce gaze, and this lord's temper immediately attacked. Holding his arms, his eyes were round, and he stared back at him with murderous anger.

"I hope that all of you in China will be open and honest in working with your international allies, instead of continuing to waste your time."

There were three or four interpreters present, all of whom were professional translators who were proficient in several foreign languages, so there was no problem of communication barriers. After one party finishes speaking, it will be translated immediately. The demeanor and tone are also imitated, and it is worthy of being a professional in the major.

The words of the Frenchman immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Chinese monks present, who recited Amitofu, those who recited the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, those who cursed, those who exploded, and the crowd was surging with emotion.

Without a translator, he also knew that his words had caused dissatisfaction and even anger among the Chinese. But he was not afraid, let alone provoked public anger. In the words of the Chinese, everything cannot be lifted by a single word. Since the discovery of jade, research and research, it is all some foreigners who are shouting, and I have not seen a few Chinese speak to participate in the discussion, let alone give appropriate opinions.

From ancient times to the present, the cultivation systems of the East and the West have been basically like this. Western monks pay more attention to bloodline power and divine power. The power of the bloodline is easy to understand, the particularity of the race, the special genes in the blood determine that they are born with a powerful power that is different from ordinary people. Divine power, belief in the gods and thus gain power. In reality, this is very mysterious, but in fact there is zài. For example, the Holy See, their divine power is very powerful, so they regard themselves as divine servants, higher than any race in the world. God is the eldest and they are the second.

And in the East, especially in China, there are hundreds of schools of cultivating Buddhism, cultivating demons, cultivating demons, and cultivating all the sons, each with its own system and its own cultivation rules. Broad and profound, vast as the sea. One China, the sum of the world. And because of this. China can be said to be an expert in the field of formation enchantment. Five elements, Bagua, Qimen Dunjia, Hetuluo Shu, etc., are many, very mysterious, magical, and many schools in Japan are also good at various formation enchantments, but in general, in this field, the first must be Chinese.

If the Chinese contribute, then the few pieces of jade found in the lake are simply dispensable. As long as you break the barrier and enter the ancient tomb, what do you want? Why waste your time on a few pieces of jade that are of no value other than some archaeological value?

What's inside the tomb is a qiē! In order to set foot on Chinese soil, a huge amount of financial resources were paid, and many treasures of heaven and earth took decades or even centuries to accumulate. If you can really get the resurrection secret technique, the effort is worth it, even if it is worth more.

But nowadays, the Chinese are clearly selfish. got the benefits, but didn't want to share the secrets of the tomb at the bottom of the lake with others. His heart should be punished!

The Frenchman's words aroused the displeasure of the Chinese monks present, but also reminded the monks of other countries.

It makes sense, isn't it over to explore the bottom of the lake directly? The flower pattern on the jade has been confirmed to be related to the ancient tomb and comes from the ancient tomb chamber. Then it also shows that the barrier is not unbreakable. Otherwise, why would what's inside be on the outside?

Why did he and the others stop exploring the ancient tombs when they heard some rumors, and instead focused on studying these jade pieces, so they wasted so much time.

Many foreign cultivators were moved and regretted, but at this time, the wasted time could not be made up, so they just took this opportunity to force the Chinese to directly come up with a way to break the enchantment.

If the Chinese continue to hide, they will not hesitate to tear their faces and come to a big war. It doesn't hurt to have a grandmaster in charge, everything can't lift a single word!

The situation is forced to fight!

The grandmaster also has to be reasonable and forcibly protect his shortcomings, that is, he is the enemy of the world.

"Hey, I'm talking baldhead, what kind of are you talking about? Which eye of you didn't see us Chinese contributing? You sent people to dive into the lake, and our people were not idle, right, you can't break that hellish barrier, we can? If it were really that simple, we would have done it a long time ago, and we would have to wait for you foreign devils to open the Olympics? This Taoist priest has three long beards, a white face, a bun on his head, a yellow wooden hairpin inserted horizontally, and a Taoist robe looks fairy-like, but what he said is a ruffian. I don't know which Taoist temple it came from, it's so strange.

His words caused the people around him to laugh.