Aunt?

Is she old?

The sick beauty almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

She's only twenty years old!

After Xiao Luo Qingyin spoke, he suddenly felt that the appearance of a five-year-old was simply the best weapon for killing people and setting fires, and said softly and glutinously, "If the thing was originally yours, I have to take it before I can rob it." The dragon tendon is an ownerless thing, whoever gets it is whom, it can't be called robbery, it can only be called fighting. You can't compete with me, what is there to say? ”

A pure, clean voice, logical and coherent, irrefutable.

The little girl's eyes were as calm as the sea.

Between a smile and a smile, people have to marvel at her sharpness.

I'm only five years old!

Are today's children so scary?

The fat man covered his heart and said secretly, fortunately he and this little aunt are not enemies, otherwise he is the one who is being ridiculed so much that he wants to drill into the cracks!

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked up a touch of evil charm, and beckoned to Xiao Luo Qingyin: "Baby, come back." ”

Xiao Luo Qingyin glanced at the sick beauty with a snow ginseng doll-like disdain, and jumped back to Zi Yunchen's side with her little short legs.

"Naughty." Zi Yunchen pinched her face playfully, picked her up and sat in the crook of his arm, "Let's enter the Dragon's Eye Tomb." ”

A scramble came to an end, and in the end the fat man was cheapened.

The sick beauty was so angry that she almost fainted.

Seeing that Zi Yunchen was about to close the dragon's eye tomb, she pressed her fingers and endured her anger.

Revenge, the coming day is long.

Gathering their emotions again, everyone looked at the tomb of the dragon's eye.

When entering the door, the jade bi said that the tomb of the dragon's eye contains many spiritual treasures, waiting for the destined person.

Regardless of whether you grab the dragon tendon or not, you are starting to gear up at this time!

The vines were burned out, and the Dragon's Eye Tomb was full of gray-black colors, ash inside and out, and the old entrance was an open dragon's mouth, revealing two rows of hideous sharp teeth and a pitch-black hole inside.

Lift your feet and you're in!

However, no one dared to act rashly.

Because, when Xiao Luo Qingyin and the sick beauty were fighting for the last dragon tendon, someone secretly used his divine sense to interview and probe inside, but found that not only was it extremely dark inside, but even his divine sense could not be extended!

Looking at the fierce and hideous teeth, they only felt that the Dragon's Eye Tomb was like a beast with its mouth open, waiting for its prey to come to the door automatically!

Took out a night pearl from the ring and let Xiao Luo Qingyin hold it in his hand, Zi Yunchen was about to step in, Li Soul suddenly said: "Wait, parallel." ”

The entrance was large enough for the crowd to be in parallel.

Zi Yunchen had no opinion, waiting for them to walk to his side and line up with him.

Xiao Luo Qingyin looked at it, on the right was Li Soulzi, on the left was the fat man, Bing Mei'er and Sick Beauty deliberately distanced themselves from the two strongest people present, so as not to be robbed of the baby or accidentally injured.

The group walked neatly and stepped into the tomb of the dragon's eye.

I can't see my fingers inside.

The darkness makes people involuntarily defensive.

Several people looked around vigilantly, both to prevent the so-called companions from suddenly attacking, and to prevent accidents that might arise again.

It was so quiet that there was only the rustle of walking.

Xiao Luo Qingyin had the intention to let the ink monkey go in to explore the bottom, but she thought left and right, and couldn't remember where the ink monkey went, so she had to poke Zi Yunchen's palm with her soft and tender fingers and write in his palm.

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked slightly, and with a movement of his senses, he released the ink monkey from the bracelet, gathered it in the wide sleeves, and with the help of flicking his sleeves while walking, he waved back, and the ink monkey drew a beautiful parabola in the air, silently buckling the protruding stone above his head.

When the group was far away, it licked its paws and silently disappeared into the darkness.

I don't know how long I walked, but suddenly Bing Mei'er stepped on something and made a "pop" sound.

With the help of the sunstone's glow, she could see what was being stepped on.

It was a broken sword.

With the advent of the first sword, more and more weapons were found on the road ahead.

Sword, sword, sword, all sword!

Some are notched, some are broken, some are bent, and some are inserted in the soil, without exception, all of them are ancient swords of the same period.

The fat man's eyes flashed over the sword, picked up a sword that was still in good condition, wiped the soil off the sword's body, and suddenly said "Huh": "Ten Thousand Sword Sect? Is there such a sect? ”

Zi Yunchen's eyes moved slightly, and the dark night pearl cast a shadow on the bridge of his straight nose, and his deep eyes were a little colder than usual.

The owner of the little golden dragon and the sect he joined was the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Looking at the swords all over the ground, he suddenly understood that the so-called treasure was probably the relic of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The people present had different thoughts, and no one answered the fat man's words, and the fat man didn't care.

Anyway, they are all ownerless things, and he is in the refining materials business, so he immediately picked up without hesitation and picked up all the swords that were not yet decayed.

Materials that can retain for tens of thousands of years without decay are basically not ordinary.

The thin man immediately joined the ranks of picking up the sword.

The rest of the people, either who didn't look down on it, either didn't use a sword, or didn't know how to refine weapons, almost didn't move, but continued to move forward.

The further you go, the more things you have.

In addition to the sword, different forms of spiritual treasures began to appear, such as the spiritual qin, the array plate, and the Dan furnace......

Bing Mei'er and the sick beauty also started to pick up and pick up.

Zi Yunchen and Li Soul Zi still moved forward.

The terrain inside was extremely complicated, and as soon as the two of them took a few steps, a fork in the road appeared in front of them.

There was no light, and when I looked at the two paths, it was the darkness of nothingness.

Zi Yunchen looked at Xiao Luo Qingyin speechlessly, and Xiao Luo Qingyin immediately heard the voice of the ink monkey from the divine soul: "Left." ”

Tell Zi Yunchen the answer, and Zi Yunchen immediately raised his feet and stepped towards the right road without hesitation.

This foot seemed too natural, too determined, as if it was clear what was at the end of the two paths.

"Wait!" Li Soulzi suddenly stopped Zi Yunchen with a loud voice, his gloomy eyes were gloomy and extremely frightening in the darkness, "His Royal Highness King Rui knows what the end of the road is?" ”

Zi Yunchen paused, and said with a smile: "Don't seniors know what the end is?" ”

Li Soulzi immediately believed that Zi Yunchen knew something, and sneered: "You really came prepared. ”

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked up a touch of arc: "Each other." ”

Li Soulzi looked at the two roads separately and said, "His Royal Highness King Rui, how about you go to the left and give me the right side?" ”

"Please." Zi Yunchen didn't argue with him, and raised his feet and walked towards the left road.

Seeing that Zi Yunchen's face was as usual, and there was no unwillingness, Li Soul Zi suddenly wondered in his heart, could it be that the left is the road with treasures?

Li Soulzi is suspicious in nature, and at this moment, it becomes more and more obvious.

Seeing that he wanted to stretch out his hand to stop him again, Zi Yunchen simply stopped and gave him advice calmly: "Senior, either you go with this king?" Or do you choose first? ”

Li Soulzi: "......"

He has a choice problem!

Mao Dun Literature