At this time, a few more people came into the hall, tall, short, fat and thin, each with their own team, and for a while, the whole hall seemed a little crowded.

At this time, the old-timers who were standing in front of them began to whisper something to each other, and after more than ten minutes, an old voice came, "I invite everyone to come this time, because almost all the ghost kings of the ten halls have died, and the inverted fighting vein is almost extinct. ”

At this time, a bald guy with a low head, speaking with an authentic Hebei accent, said, "Don't say it's useless, hurry up and announce it, my brothers still have to go to flirt, and I don't have time to delay my work here." ”

As soon as his voice fell, more than a dozen people around him immediately stood up, and even two people had already picked up the guy, and two shiny sabers had appeared on the bald guy's neck, only to see a one-eyed dragon with an eye patch look at him and said, "Hebei Yankee, in front of the old-timers, you'd better clamp your tail up, otherwise you'll die, it's very miserable!" ”

The Hebei guy seemed to be very afraid of the one-eyed dragon, and cold sweat oozed from his head for a while.

When the one-eyed dragon saw the appearance of this Hebei Yankee, he waved his hand, and the two brothers under him put away the saber.

At this time, the old man who appeared first had already stepped down from the chair in front of him, and then bent over and bowed to the group of old-timers on the chair in front of him.

The old-timers stood up and began to leave slowly, walking very slowly, and the old man bowed his body like this, until all these people dispersed, he turned around again, looked at all of us present, and said, "The seniors have discussed the results, I will tell you now, please be quiet." ”

For a while, the underground palace was very quiet, and the old man said, "The ghost king of the ten halls, the last one, the old ten of the Fu kings, Zhang Wuxing." ”

As soon as Zhang Wuxing arched his hand towards the old man, he walked towards the chair at the very end, and then sat down as soon as he raised his buttocks.

The old man continued, "Hebei, Touch Jin Monk, Li Long, rank ninth." Sichuan one-eyed fast knife, Qiao Wenxu, sitting alone eighth. The two of them also arched their hands towards the old man and sat down separately.

followed by the seventh master, and Huang Tai Sin, the seat of the two is still unchanged, Huang Tai Sin is still the sixth, and the seventh master is still firmly in the seventh position.

In the end, the old man's eyes glanced at everyone present, and said loudly, "Please Bai Yu, Bai Sanye, sit down!" ”

Immediately after that, someone wiped the empty chair and made a gesture of please to me.

I can hardly believe my ears, the third in command? I actually ......

When I came, although I was already mentally prepared, I felt that I was a hairy boy who had just entered the Tao, and I was already very satisfied to have a place, but I didn't expect to be able to sit in the third chair, and I was a little flattered, and hurriedly said, "You have always lifted me, how can I be virtuous, how can I sit in this third chair." ”

At this moment, Wong Tai Sin and the one-eyed dragon smiled and said, "Yes, very capable." ”

In terms of skills and qualifications, I don't know how many times worse than the Seventh Master, even an old Jianghu like the Seventh Master is only ranked seventh among the ghost kings of the Ten Palaces, and I have jumped to the third place all of a sudden, which is really a little unreasonable.

At this time, I heard the old man say, "The ghost king of the ten halls, in terms of seniority, it is not about how many tombs you have stolen, or how good your skills are, but also on the value of the things you bring out, the higher the value, the higher the ranking." ”

After listening to him, I carefully recalled, there were almost no valuable objects brought out in the Xiliang Tomb in Gansu, in the Ghost Crying Valley in Yunnan, the tomb of King Liao also made us nine deaths, although there are a lot of valuable things, but they did not bring it out, only the dark weapon brought out by Zhang Wuxing is more valuable.

Thinking of this, I suddenly understood something, so I hurriedly looked at the old man and said, "According to your meaning, in the tomb of King Rong, the things we brought out are ......."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Yes, although the artifact was shot by a person surnamed Jin, everyone in the feasible area knows that you made it, the dragon bronze ring, and the three bronze masks, are all rare treasures, and their value can no longer be estimated by money." ”

As soon as he heard that the things we brought out from the tomb of King Rong were so valuable, Huzi immediately jumped like thunder, and scolded angrily, "Damn, Lao Tzu almost folded in the tomb of King Rong of Xiqiang, and the hell weapons in exchange were all fucking cut off by the golden fat man, fuck, isn't the fucking golden fat man making money this time!?" ”

At this time, the old man walked up to Huzi, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Then you are wrong, because the value of the things you stole is too high, it is very difficult to sell, and no one dares to accept it. ”

Hearing this, Huzi slowly calmed down and said, "That's not bad, it can be regarded as our contribution to the country, it's better than cheapening the golden fat man." ”

At this time, the old man made a gesture of invitation to me again, and I did not refrain from refusing, and sat down towards the third chair.

At this time, Huzi asked in a low voice: "Then who will sit in the first chair?" ”

Wang Chuyi glared at Huzi, pointed to the two chairs side by side in front of him, and said, "Do you still want to compare with those old-timers?" Of course it's theirs, in front of these old-timers, no one dares to sit in the top two positions. ”

Everyone greeted each other in the dungeon for a while, exchanged with each other about the inverted fight, and the dangers encountered, if they encountered it in the future, it would be good to have a number in their hearts to avoid unnecessary losses, about two or three hours later, these people began to disperse slowly, and left the dungeon one after another.

I sat on the chair, looking at the seventh chair that had been empty, and I still couldn't let go of the seventh master in my heart, so I asked the old man, "Those old-timers have great powers, do you know the whereabouts of the seventh master?" ”

The old man smiled slightly, and said, "When Master Hu left, he explained, if you ask, let me tell you, the last time the crow Lao Qi haunted, in the ghost town, it should have been to the tomb of the ghost king, but it is too dangerous there, the seventh master will fold in it nine times out of ten, the old lady Wu explained, it is best not to go to the ghost town to find him, otherwise you will also be in danger." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the secret door of the side hall of the underground palace. Why would you run to that so-called ghost town alone? What the hell is this ghost town? What is there about the Ghost King's Tomb that attracts the Seventh Master?

Thinking about these questions that bothered me, I turned my eyes to Zhang Wuxing, who was about to leave, he turned out to be a descendant of the Zhang family, it is rumored that Zhang's blood has a miraculous effect in the ancient tomb, what evil spirits, evil insects will retreat when they touch the blood of the Zhang family, but Zhang Wuxing does not seem to have this ability, and in Yunnan, when the seventh master disappeared, he only told Zhang Wuxing about the plan, which shows that his identity is very special.