Within the Scorpion Clan, the attendants are telling the patriarch Mulan Ke about the tomb.

"It's just ordinary things."

As the head snake of Mengyun Valley, after the tomb of Nanyue was born, the scorpion tribe sent people to explore as soon as they got the news.

Before the arrival of other forces in southern Xinjiang, they had already touched the bottom of the inside.

"Then let go of the blockade, it's not worth offending so many forces for some acquired elixirs and weapons."

Mulan Ke sighed and said tiredly.

The opportunity at his own doorstep, but he had to let go of other sects to explore, which made Mulan Ke feel extremely aggrieved.

So what can be done, those Han people are already complicit and don't wait to see them, if they offend these sects again, the scorpion tribe may suffer something.

"You can't let them take things for nothing, let Yuan'er take the good hands of the clan to the tomb, and if you can grab a little bit, you will kill them all if you meet the Han people who are loose and cultivated."

"If you meet a disciple of the Great Gate Sect, you should put your tail between your legs and be a person, don't offend others."

The attendant stepped back and relayed Mulan Ke's words to the young patriarch Mulan Yuan.

At this time, not only the Scorpion tribe was preparing to send people to the tomb in Nanyue, because the tomb was born and there was a lot of commotion, and the sects that were relatively close to Mengyun Valley got the news, and almost all of them sent their disciples to Mengyun Valley.

After Chen Yuyan and the others packed up, they also set off for Mengyun Valley.

When he came to the tomb, Fang Ziming couldn't help but sigh at the size of the tomb, which covered half of the mountain.

Chen Yuyan couldn't help but shake his head, how could such a scale of tomb only have acquired level funerary goods.

Could it be possible for ordinary people to build tombs on such a large scale?

It can only be said that the person in charge of the scorpion tribe is really not very smart, and it may also be because he has not seen it with his own eyes and cannot feel the majesty of the tomb, after all, there is still a big difference between listening to people's narration and seeing it with his own eyes.

In this tomb, half of the royal family of the last Nanyue Kingdom is buried, and there are countless good things left, but most of them are buried in tombs below the third floor, and with Chen Yuyan's current strength, he is not even qualified to fantasize.

But fortunately, Chen Yuyan was not greedy to that extent, and he knew that it was not realistic at all, but he was determined to obtain the mask of the Wusheng in the second-story tomb.

Just when Chen Yuyan and the others were waiting patiently, there was a sudden commotion at the foot of the mountain.

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, I saw the two of them rising into the air, constantly fighting each other, and the long swords were fighting, and they were fighting for a while.

The two of them were followed by a group of warriors, and both of them looked at each other sloppily, confronting each other, and the swords were tense.

"It's Yang Wufeng, the young head of the Diancang faction, and Wei Meng, the senior brother of the Songyuan Sword faction."

Zhou Suhuan tilted his head and whispered to everyone.

She is originally a native of the martial arts in southern Xinjiang, so she is naturally a treasure of this.

The Diancang Sect and the Songyuan Sword Sect are both well-known first-class sects in the martial arts of Southern Xinjiang.

Hearing Yang Wufeng's three words, Chen Yuyan narrowed his eyes slightly, if anyone caused the most trouble to Fang Ziming during this trip to southern Xinjiang, then it was undoubtedly Yang Wufeng, who was dancing in the wind.

The Diancang faction is famous for its fist and palm martial arts, and Yang Wufeng is the one who has practiced the fist and palm the best among the disciples of the contemporary Diancang faction.

However, Yang Wufeng, who was in the year of the weak crown, had completed the deep pollution of the [Fist Sequence] and stepped into the exterior scene.

His single-handed secret learning of "flying flower palm, chaotic flower fist" is superb, and has even evolved his own "fist intent", which is difficult to find opponents in the martial arts of southern Xinjiang.

Condensing the "artistic conception" of martial arts is the standard line for testing martial arts talent.

Cultivating a martial art can be roughly divided into four levels:

Entry, small success, subtlety, large completion,

And mastering the artistic conception means that the martial arts have been cultivated to the level of "subtlety".

In the plot of the game, after Song Ming reported the news of the second-story tomb to the Diancang faction, Yang Wufeng was the first to come to the door.

One person and two fists pressed Fang Ziming and several people, and in the end, under the obstruction of the "Long Pine Sword" Wei Meng, Fang Ziming was able to escape.

However, this is also bullying Fang Ziming who is two years younger than him, and he has been practicing martial arts for a little less, otherwise it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

When he was fighting with Yang Wufeng, Fang Ziming was only the cultivation of the inner realm, and he was a whole big realm.

As for the remaining people, Song Ming directly rebelled, Fu Hongyuan was paddling in Tibet, and the remaining Zhou Suhuan and An Xi worked very hard, but they couldn't even interfere in the battle between the two.

No way, these two are real dishes.

However, it was also because of this life-and-death struggle that Fang Ziming broke three strange scriptures in a row in the limit, and the positive meridians were connected, and the interior scene was complete.

As long as the deep pollution of the [Gun Sequence] is completed, you can go further at any time and break through the exterior scene, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Retracting his gaze, Chen Yuyan no longer paid attention to the battle between Yang Wei and the two, and waited patiently for the tomb to open.

Although the South Vietnamese tombs have been born, the formation of suppression of the tombs has not completely collapsed, and the tombs will not be opened until after sunset, when the first rays of sunset fall.

As time passed, the number of people around the tomb gradually increased.

On the other hand, Yang Wufeng and Wei Meng's fight was also accepted, after all, the tomb was in front of him, and he couldn't exhaust his physical strength before he had harvested.

The situation stabilized for a while, and fell into a fragile balance.

At this time on the mountain, the front of the tomb was filled with disciples of the big faction headed by Yang Wufeng and Wei Meng.

Like Chen Yuyan, a few people could only stand behind like most casual cultivators.

In fact, with Chen Yuyan's current strength, with Fang Ziming by his side, he can completely occupy a good position.

However, there are nothing good on the first floor, and Chen Yuyan doesn't want to attract attention so early, just follow the crowd.

The sky was getting dark, the twilight was dark, and a flock of crows croaked and flew overhead.

A hazy light rose from the ground, and everyone felt a tremor coming, as if the earth was about to crack.

However, this tremor came and went quickly, and it quickly dissipated without a trace.

The central portal of the tomb opened, and the dark hole was located on the mountainside, so black that it was impossible to see the bottom, as if the gluttony opened its huge mouth, waiting for the food to fall into its net.

Almost as soon as the tomb portal opened, all the people who were close to the tomb rushed in.

Everyone wants to eat the first bite of meat, and they don't want to drink soup after them.

Chen Yuyan did not rush to the front, but followed behind the large army, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

Fang Ziming and the others were not in a hurry, they were just planning to come for a long time, and they were not in such an eager mood.

The group walked down the stone staircase behind the tomb portal, which led to the bottom of the mountain, hollowing out almost the entire interior of the mountain, supported only by twelve huge stone pillars.

When they reached the ground, most of the people who had opened the way had dispersed, and the empty tombs and coffins hanging in the air made people shudder.

"It's so eerie here."

Zhou Suhuan tightened the clothes on his body, looked around, and even his voice became quieter.

"Keep up with it, it's better not to separate."

Fang Ziming held the iron spear in one hand, his eyes were sharp, and his expression was vigilant.