When Old Man Song just said the address, he saw more than a dozen people rushing out of the teahouse. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If you walk out of the teahouse, you will find that these people are all wearing swords to break through the rivers and lakes, and the direction in which these people are galloping is also the Tulong Hill that Old Man Song said.

Then the teahouse was lively, and one after another people rushed out of the teahouse and went straight to the Tulong Hill outside Wangu Town.

The originally lively and full teahouse instantly lost two-thirds of its customers, and only a few people in the town remained.

These people are very self-aware, knowing that they have no martial arts, and they don't know how to dance with guns and sticks. Even if you go to Tulong Hill outside the town, it is difficult to grab heavy treasure money in front of many people in the rivers and lakes, and you will lose your life if you don't get it right. At that time, even if the family went to the government to report the case, the government would not bother to care about the affairs caused by the people in the rivers and lakes.

In the blink of an eye, the teahouse was silent, and Old Man Song didn't know when he stepped off the high platform. Presumably, it is to take advantage of the sparse time in the teahouse to take a break and wait until it is full to go on stage again to talk.

On the second floor of the teahouse, only a young man in white sat on a table by the window.

The boy picked up the teacup from time to time, smelled the fragrance of tea wafting from the cup, then took a sip lightly, and then put the teacup back on the table.

"Dirt...... Dragon...... Hill! ”

After putting the teacup back on the table, Ye Feng's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Ye Feng is no stranger to Tulong Hill at all. Not only is he no stranger, but before he fell unconscious, he often sat on the top of Tulong Hill and looked at the moon.

Moreover, yesterday, Ye Feng also went to Tulong Hill, and also sat on the top of the hill and entered the system space in his body, obtained a copy of the Cold Ice Palm Martial Arts Heart Method, and took the task assigned by the system for the second time.

But now Ye Feng was not thinking about this, when he heard that the treasure was buried under the earth dragon hill, a person suddenly flashed in Ye Feng's mind.

This person had a childish face, asked him his name, and also said some strange things to him.

This person is the old man who gave Ye Feng the purple sword.

"That senior can disappear out of thin air, which is enough to show that this person is by no means an idle person. I was originally very curious in my heart, how could such a martial arts master appear in Tulong Hill? It turns out that he came for the treasure. ”

Ye Feng had a clue, and it was precisely because he understood this that Ye Feng suddenly felt that maybe there was really a treasure buried by the ancient family under the earth dragon hill where he often went.

If he hadn't seen the old man who gave the sword, Ye Feng would definitely go with the flow and immediately set off to find out what was going on in Tulong Hill.

You know, antiquity was far from what it is today.

For example, the Xuan-level martial arts and king-level blades that are rare in today's rivers and lakes are very common in ancient times, even if they are higher-level ground-level martial arts and high-grade king-level weapons, the number is much more than today.

However, looking at the martial arts of all countries today, Xuan-level martial arts are rare. Like in the territory of Qingshui Country, there are not many martial arts even at the highest level of the Yellow Rank.

I wonder if I learned that there was a treasure outside the ancient town of Wangu, or was it buried by the family in ancient times, could the disciples of the sects and scattered heroes in the Qingshui Kingdom not be moved? How can you still suppress your temperament and sit here drinking tea and chatting?

You must know that if luck can snatch a copy of the Xuan-level martial arts mind, it will undoubtedly change your fate. If you can practice Xuan-level martial arts to the peak, it may not be impossible to unify the three thousand sects of the Qingshui Kingdom.

But Ye Feng didn't have much interest, and there was only one reason, he concluded that even if there was a treasure in the Earth Dragon Hill, it would have been taken away a long time ago.

And the person who took away the treasure would definitely be the old man with the fairy wind bones.

In addition, Ye Feng felt that if there was really a treasure under the Earth Dragon Hill, it would not be easy for everyone to get it.

This is just like the treasure house of his Ye family underground, there must be a lot of mechanisms. It will never be easy to reach the treasure vault and take the treasure with you.

At the very least, it won't be broken in a short period of time.

"After returning to the mansion, let Manager Yang arrange a few people to go to Tulongqiu to observe. If Tulongqiu really has a treasure buried by an ancient family, it will not be too late for me to set out to capture the treasure. ”

Ye Feng didn't want to focus on this, he still had a lot to do at the moment, and the first thing he thought about was how to complete the task of the system.

"There are still six days left before the deadline, which is a bit tight but enough. After a while, he called Old Man Song over and asked him if he knew where there were evil bandits around. ”

As Ye Feng thought to himself and muttered, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The sky is getting dark.

With the rapid passage of time, there are more people who come to the teahouse to drink tea and listen to the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

When the second floor was bustling again, and after the martial arts people with swords and swords sat down, the old man Song, who had stepped down from the high platform before, took the stage again.

However, when Old Man Song cleared his throat and wanted to speak again, a loud shout came from downstairs.

"Shopkeeper, distinguished guests have arrived!"

The person who drank was not a bystander, it was the shopkeeper who greeted the guests.

With the shouting of the shopkeeper, the first floor suddenly became a mess.

It is no exaggeration to say that there is one person sitting on the first floor drinking tea, and all of them have their eyes on the three people at the door.

At this moment, whether it was the disciples of the various sects or the people in the town, most of them showed appreciation and envy in their eyes.

Even if Ye Feng couldn't see the person on the first floor, Ye Feng also knew that he could be called a distinguished guest by the shopkeeper and disturb the shopkeeper Hu to greet him, and he was definitely a person with a head and a face in Wangu Town. Even if he is not from the ancient land of Wangu, he is also a lord with a high status in any sect.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the laughter of Shopkeeper Hu to reach the second floor and float to Ye Feng's ears.

"Oops! Which fragrant wind blew Wang Shaoxia here? ”

The moment Ye Feng heard the words Wang Shaoxia, the hand that had just picked up the teacup trembled slightly, and he almost spilled all the tea in the cup.

Maybe his father's death was related to the person surnamed Wang, so Ye Feng gradually had no good impression of the person surnamed Wang.

"Huh? This girl looks like a fairy, her skin is like snow, her eyebrows are like green feathers, and her eyes are full of agility. If I'm not mistaken, can the girl's surname be Han Zidie? ”

The moment he heard Han Zidie's three words, Ye Feng's right hand holding the teacup shook suddenly, and some of the tea in the cup also flowed out.

Putting the teacup back on the table, Ye Feng's eyes revealed a touch of joy. However, his sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, as if something had disturbed his heart and washed away the pleasure of his benefactor downstairs.

"How can the benefactor be with the person surnamed Wang?"

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed a trace of turmoil in his heart, and after a while, Ye Feng shook his head with a wry smile.

Although Ye Feng was a little unhappy in his heart, who Han Zidie was with, Ye Feng also knew that he was not qualified to interfere. After asking Old Man Song about the bandits for a while, Ye Feng still planned to say thank you to Han Zidie before leaving the teahouse and returning to the mansion.

"It's getting dark, so let's call him over and ask while Old Man Song isn't talking." Looking sideways, Ye Feng took a deep breath and muttered.

Ye Feng didn't plan to stay here any longer, so he turned his head and looked at the old man Song on the high platform.

When Ye Feng just wanted to open his mouth to shout, there was a sound of footsteps on the steps leading to the second floor.

"Shopkeeper Hu, today Wang is fortunate to invite the purple butterfly girl to drink tea, no matter what, you have to give me three points of thin noodles and let go of the table by the window."

With laughter, a man about twenty years old, holding a long sword in his hand, walked up the stairs and was smiling and talking to the shopkeeper.

The position where Ye Feng was sitting was the table by the window, perhaps it was the person who came who pointed out that he wanted to make this table, which also made Ye Feng turn his head slightly sideways, and looked at the young man who came up.

Just such a casual look, Ye Feng only saw half of the face of the comer, but seeing that Ye Feng's eyes shrank suddenly, they were full of cold light, and his whole body immediately exuded a strong murderous intent.

"Wang ...... Wood! ”

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