Falling to the ground, his legs ached sharply, but fortunately, when he was close to the ground, he adjusted his body and did not break his legs.

However, looking at the sharp stones next to him and the kite walking away, Yang Zhi still broke out in a cold sweat. If he did it again, Yang Zhi didn't dare to guarantee that he would dare to jump down.

After breathing a sigh of relief and waiting for the pain in his feet to subside a little, Yang Zhi began to look for a map.

What Yang Zhi is worried about now is that the map is just a piece of paper, and the wind has been strong in the past two days, whether it will be blown away by the wind.

However, Yang Zhi has been trained by his master to have super willpower since he was a child. Once you have decided on something, you will never give it up.

Mopan Mountain looks quite big from below, but the top of the mountain is much smaller. Moreover, what makes Yang Zhi speechless is that the top of the mountain, described as a bird not, is a bit exaggerated.

On the top of this bare mountain, there is a total of one tree. Yes, he was not mistaken, except for an old tree with a crooked neck, there was not even a single grass.

However, this is a good thing for Yang Zhi, it is much easier for him to find things. It took half a day to find the top of the mountain, and Yang Zhi was desperate.

"Master, the apprentice may have really lost the map. ”

Yang Zhi leaned on the old tree with a crooked neck, indescribably aggrieved. He risked his life and went through so many hardships that he could only take off his clothes and pants.

The result was nothing, he was determined, and he was still an eight-year-old child.

Exhaustion hit, and in a daze, Yang Zhi suddenly remembered that when the map left, there seemed to be an unusual situation.

At this moment, Yang Zhi suddenly woke up, and suddenly remembered that when he took out the map, a huge force on the map shook him. That's when he lost the map.

"Isn't it ......"

Yang Zhi, who was puzzled, took out the token in the space bag.

On the token, a stolen word is extremely distinct.

"Token, Token, can you help me find the map?"

Holding the attitude of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, Yang Zhi took the token, pointed forward, and turned his body.

"Smack. ”

Suddenly, there was an explosion, which frightened Yang Zhi's soul away. I saw that the token was pointing to the old tree with a crooked neck.

After an explosion, the crooked-necked old tree actually moved to the left. This incredible scene is not something that eight-year-old Yang Zhi can accept.

He was afraid, but his feet seemed to be fixed by force, making it impossible for him to move. The old tree moved away, and a hole was placed in front of him.

"To go in or not to go in?"

Yang Zhi held the token and was entangled in his heart.

"Master said that opportunities and dangers often coexist, and now that I can't find a map, I might as well go in and have a look. Maybe there are some chances on these sides. ”

Having made up his mind, although Yang Zhi was afraid, he still resolutely walked into the hole. In the cave, it was not as bleak as Yang Zhi guessed. Instead, some light is poured in through the cracks in the surrounding rocks, so that the cave can be clearly seen.

Yang Zhi didn't know that in the cultivation realm, many monks would leave their inheritance behind before leaving, waiting for those who were destined.

And these inheritances are often accompanied by various trials. And this cave, although simply arranged, can be easily perceived by even careful monks. But there's no denying that it's a relic.

What are the ruins, the ruins are too extensive. It could be a cave, it could be a cave, it could be a city, it could be a world.

And the size of the ruins also represents the strength of the owner of the ruins during his lifetime. Xiang is such a humble ruin, and it is only suitable for a novice like Yang Zhi who doesn't even know about the cultivation realm. People with a little bit of cultivation don't bother to visit such ruins at all.

In a small cave, there was only a dry skeleton with only leg bones and a skull. Next to the dry bones was a small wooden box, and in the years of corruption, Yang Zhi wondered if the wooden box would break if it was touched.

At this time, the token in Yang Zhi's hand suddenly emitted a weak light. In Yang Zhi's surprised eyes, a light also appeared on the dry bones.

"Ah, this is?"

Yang Zhi was shocked, only to see a vague figure, rising from the dry skull, looking at Yang Zhi lovingly.

"You are here, and you are holding a thief token, which means that you are the head of the thief generation. It's just that how did the theft of the door be reduced to letting a child be the head. ”

The figure sighed, obviously dissatisfied.

"Senior, I'm the only one left to steal the door. ”

Yang Zhi thought of his master and immediately burst into tears.

"Alas, it is also destined that the thief can come to this day. Without strong strength support, how can we talk about development. ”

The decline of the thief seems to be expected by the figure. "Senior, are you the one who steals the door, or are you the ancestor master?" Yang Zhi asked a very cute question.

"I'm not a grandfather, I'm one of the heads of the past generations. Come on, I'm running out of time, pass it on to you, and it's time for me to go where I'm going. ”

The figure didn't wait for Yang Zhi to agree, with a little finger, Yang Zhi glanced at it, and fainted. I saw the figure move with two fingers, and one after another points of light entered Yang Zhi's mind.

"Success or failure depends on your creation. Burglary, alas!"

After doing this, the figure sighed deeply, then dispersed into points of light, and slowly disappeared. And the small wooden box next to the dry bones was really broken, and it contained a piece of paper.

This paper is the map that Yang Zhi is looking for. At this point, the map on paper has disappeared. And the pieces of paper, too, are also dull and obviously unusable.

After a long time, Yang Zhi woke up.

"Ah, my head hurts. ”

As soon as Yang Zhi woke up, he only felt as if something had been stuffed into his head. After slowly getting used to it, he realized that it was some words.

"By the way, the predecessors said that it was the inheritance of the ancestors. Could this be the inheritance of the ancestors?"

Yang Zhi hurriedly looked for his senior, but the senior had already left.

"Stealing the mind. ”

Sure enough, the extra thing in my mind is a secret that has been lost for a long, long time. The Theft Mind Method, in the theft door, can definitely be regarded as a top-secret existence. Only the head of the sect is qualified to cultivate.

It is rumored that the first generation of the ancestor of the thief sect cultivated the theft technique to the realm of entry. This led to the creation of the Thief Gate, but it was always difficult to achieve elegance in the art of theft.

As the figure said just now, without the support of strong strength, relying on theft alone is obviously not enough to support the development of a sect.

"Master, I have been inherited by my ancestors. I have been inherited by my ancestors. ”

Yang Zhi was extremely excited, and received the dry bones from the cave into the space bag, preparing to bury them outside.

At the same time, not far from Mopan Mountain, two figures stepped into the air.

"Senior sister, it's right in front, this Xuantianyi is pointing to the front. ”

The man is seventeen or eighteen years old, Junyu is extraordinary, and very handsome.

"Well, senior brother, you promised my junior sister, after entering the ruins, let me choose one first. ”

The girl is at most sixteen years old, but when she speaks, she is full of charm. Especially with that snorting sound, it made the boy's lower abdomen burst into flames.