This area is a wasteland, and there is no vegetation to be seen. The land was badly weathered, and the bare mountains looked as if they had been chopped by thousands of arrows with a giant axe. Now that many monks are digging up everywhere, this area has become a mess.

Jiang Feng sat against the dead tree, his ears listening to the sounds around him, and his eyes were also looking at the monks around him. Gradually, Jiang Feng found that the sound of digging around him became smaller and smaller, but the monks surrounding him became more and more. The sound of asking Jiang Feng to dig up treasures in a joking tone has become more and more numerous.

After a while, Jiang Feng flew into the air more than ten meters in the air and looked around. He found that there were almost no monks still digging for treasures now. And the area he could see had basically been dug up. Judging by the reactions of the monks around them, they had nothing to gain.

"Fellow Daoist, are you ready to make a move? ”

"If you want to help, just speak, and you will fully cooperate with Daoyou in the future. A monk shouted at Jiang Feng, who was stopped in the air.

Jiang Feng knew very well that it would be absolutely unwise to leave here at this time. But he didn't want to dig for treasure, and he didn't want to bring more trouble to himself.

"Everybody's eyeing you, they should think that you have a treasure on you that can be hunted, or that you know where there is a treasure. If you drag it any longer, it will be very bad for you. Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng.

What the situation is now, Jiang Feng knows very well. After thinking about it, he said to Lan Wu in his heart: "I must find a chance to get out of here, otherwise these people will definitely treat me as a guinea pig vivisect." ”

"I'm all staring at you, what can I do?" Lan Wu said.

"I've already thought of a solution, and that is to find the tomb of the King of Thieves and draw everyone's attention. Otherwise, they would all be staring at me, and I would never have had a chance. Jiang Feng said.

At this time, there were many monks around who were jokingly asking Jiang Feng to find the treasure. Jiang Feng heard their shouts and kept scolding the people around him in his heart.

After taking a closer look around, Jiang Feng urged the flying magic weapon under his feet and flew towards the northwest. When the monks in the northwest saw Jiang Feng flying over, they immediately gave way to the way. All the eyes of the people were also focused on Jiang Feng's body.

After flying out of five or six hundred meters, Jiang Feng looked at the messy ground that had been dug up, thinking that the land here had been turned over, and there should be nothing here. If the Tomb of the Thief King is really here, it can only be farther away.

Thinking like this, Jiang Feng stopped, wanting to take a look at the area that had been blocked by the Gate Sect before. When he climbed up to the height, all he could see was a mess of excavated land, and there was no place that had not been dug up.

"It's all dug up, what else are you looking for? Jiang Feng muttered, and his body gradually fell to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist, it's been dug up there, and there's nothing. Let's change places. Jiang Feng had just fallen to the ground when a monk shouted.

Glancing at the direction where the voice came from, Jiang Feng rushed there and said, "If you've dug it, you can't dig it again." Do you think anyone can find the treasure? The key is not whether you dig it or not, but who digs it. Maybe as soon as I stomp my foot, I'll ......."

There was a bang, and then the flying dust drowned Jiang Feng. Then I heard a knocking sound. The sound seemed to be the crash of wood. Everyone who heard this voice felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

When Jiang Feng was talking just now, he stomped his foot, and when he went down, the ground sank into a pit, and the dust that flew up also submerged Jiang Feng. After that kind of wood knocking sound appeared, someone among the surrounding monks immediately made a gust of wind and blew towards Jiang Feng.

The dust quickly cleared, and in the eyes of many monks, Jiang Feng was standing in a large pit with a diameter of ten meters and a depth of five or six meters. His body was covered with dust, but under his feet, there were a large number of weapons, as well as tattered array flags and array plates. Looking at these things, it is clear that they are all magic weapons that have lost their spirituality.

Jiang Feng's face was about to turn green. He glanced down at what was under his feet, then let out a loud cry and began to rummage through the discarded magic weapons beneath his feet.

When many magic weapons that had turned into tatters were thrown around by Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng found a wooden fish from this pile of things. He drew the hammer of the wooden fish and struck it several times. The sound made by the wooden fish was exactly the same as the sound I had heard after the ground had just fallen.

"I said it was an accident, would anyone believe it?" Jiang Feng said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you, it must have been an accident. Lan Wu said to Jiang Feng.

Lan Wu believed that Jiang Feng was useless, and the monks around him didn't believe it. Not only did they not believe it, but they were all shocked. It was obviously dug up there, why did Jiang Feng go over, and something appeared. Could it be that the previous people didn't dig deep enough? That's impossible.

Jiang Feng looked at the crowd around him, and then said to the people in the north, "This is the senior monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, right?"

"The old monk is from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and I don't know what the donor of the road has to say. The monk who had previously reminded Jiang Feng not to lose his life because of Huangquan Ruijin responded.

After knocking on the wooden fish twice, and then waving it twice at the monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Jiang Feng said, "This wooden fish has the word Ning Chan written on it." I don't know if Master Lu Dao can know the origin of the wooden fish of Lu Dao. ”

Before Jiang Feng's words fell, he found that the faces of some of the monks in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple had changed, and the faces of many high-ranking monks around him also had surprised looks. Jiang Feng could see a look of speculation coming true from the expressions of some people.

"Donor, I have a genius predecessor in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and there used to be a ......"

Before the old monk could finish his words, Jiang Feng interrupted him and said, "Okay, I don't want to listen to the story." As long as you know the origin of the wooden fish, you can do it. It's useless for me to keep it. I know one of you who is called Shakti, so give it to him. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Feng directly threw the wooden fish over. The eyes of many high-ranking monks were fiery. Anyone who recognizes the wooden fish knows that the wooden fish is a good thing. But no one stopped him. After all, it was the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas. If you make a move at this time, you will be the enemy of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and no one will be so stupid.

Kicking the things under his feet that were undoubtedly scrap iron, Jiang Feng walked out of the pit with his head down. He didn't stop, he continued to walk with his head down, muttering quietly as he walked, he said: "There are things in four places, if the golden sword that was broken before is counted, only one thing is left in each place, and the others have become scrap metal." What is this for?"

While thinking, he walked. He didn't look at the road either. Anyway, when he encounters an uneven road, he will bypass it. After walking for three or four hundred meters like this, Jiang Feng didn't even think of what it was for. That's when he stopped.

It stopped, but Jiang Feng didn't raise his head. His eyes were fixed on the ground in front of his left toe. The teeth also bit their lips. He said with hatred in his heart: "Is the monk who digs for treasures here blind?

Bending down, under the gaze of many monks, Jiang Feng gently brushed the soil in front of his left toe with his hand, and then saw that after a thin layer of soil was removed, something underneath was revealed. Jiang Feng grabbed it with his hand, grabbed the thing, and then threw it aside without looking. He continued to pick up the same thing and throw it aside.

In half a minute, Jiang Feng threw out more than 100 discarded magic weapons. Then I saw Jiang Feng, who was straightening up, dragging a fist-sized fiery red bead with a layer of flame wrapped around it. Inside this bead, a lifelike dragon can also be seen. At this time, with Jiang Feng as the center, the temperature within a range of 100 meters in four or five weeks suddenly increased by more than ten degrees.

"Fellow Daoist, that's my Five Elements Sword Sect's Flame Dragon Ball. Can you return it, or give it to me to the Five Elements Sword Sect?" a voice came.

Jiang Feng glanced in the direction where the voice came from, and muttered in his heart, "Here you go, there is no door." ”