Zhao Fengtie, the hall master of Fengyun Hall, blushed his face, looking at the yellow sand outside the window, pacing back and forth. His mood was restless.

The people who were sent out to inquire about the news have not yet returned. Where did the treasures transported by the Wood Group of Task Force 2 go?

Was it robbed by the disciples of Tangjiabao? If they were robbed, why didn't they find any news? Even if they were robbed, could it be that all the brothers of the Mu Group were killed, and none of them survived?

He had a big question mark in his head. Suddenly, an uneasiness came over him. Could it be that Liu Changqing, the leader of the wood group, took people to swallow this batch of treasures privately?

His body shook suddenly. It seems that something came to mind. I secretly thought in my heart: Yes, I have to guard against it.

He patted his head and regretted it, as the saying goes, knowing people and faces but not knowing their hearts, it is difficult to draw tigers and skins. Liu Changqing, who is usually loyal to himself, can't afford to be double-minded in the face of such a batch of rare treasures?

Thinking in his heart, he decided to send someone to find out the whereabouts of Liu Changqing, the members of the Wood Group, and those treasures. : Suddenly, he turned around, closed his eyes, and calmed down for a moment.

I decided to go to the secret room where these rare treasures were stored myself. This secret is the Mobei rudder of Fengyuntang, which took three years and cost a lot of money to build.

It is located ten meters underground, and there are hidden weapons on the steps of each floor. Unless someone very familiar and close to you can come below.

Strangers, from the moment they step on the steps, they will touch the hidden weapon if they step on it carelessly. Fengyuntang's Mobei branch rudder has been plundering business travelers in the desert all year round, and has obtained countless assets.

Of course, the construction of such a secret room was also ordered and designed by Zhao Feng himself. He was still thinking proudly that there was no vain cultivation in this secret room.

He went to the chest that was piled up in the most secret place, and carefully opened it. Take out this Nine Dragons Silver Sword inlaid with three huge sapphires, and play with it carefully.

But seeing that this sword was shining with cold light, the cold air was pressing. Its blade is as thin as paper, tough and sharp, and sharpens iron like clay.

Forged sterling silver. The nine dragons are lifelike and vivid. Even more endearing are the three sapphires that shine brightly.

In this deep secret room, there is a crystal light. Like the twinkling stars in the darkness of the boundless darkness.

Let people see the light and hope. The more Zhao Feng looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down. He has walked the rivers and lakes for decades, rich in the south of the Yangtze River, and has seen countless rare treasures, but such a beautiful thing, he is really the first time in his life to see it.

He played with it for a long time, thought for a while, and then took the sword into his bosom and carried it with him. For him, what he felt was the safest in him.