At the cliff at the waist of Pingshan Peak.
Chen Yulou was discussing the matter of going down the cliff with Old Crooked Luo.
"Commander Luo, I've already used the Smelling Formula to find the approximate location of the ancient tomb.”
"Right below this cliff, there is a space as big as a city wall. There are at least three underground palaces inside.”
The four factions had their own strengths.
Although his ability to search for tombs was not as good as touching gold, it was still unique.
He relied on the Four Words Mantra.
The surrounding mountains of Ping Mountain were extremely dangerous. The dragon vein could only be found by the gold-digging officer, and there were no residents living around.
Therefore, he couldn't use the 'cut' and 'ask' techniques anymore.
Therefore, he used the Look Formula to identify the color of the grass and the Scent Formula to locate the cave, and found the approximate location of the ancient tomb in the mountain.
" What?!"
"Brother Leader, let's hurry down!”
Old Man Luo's face lit up as he shouted in a rough voice.
It could be described as being as big as a city wall.
Then how big was the tomb at the bottom of the cliff!
How much gold and jade would there be!
"This cliff face is full of strange trees and rocks, and the ancient walls are as straight as a cliff. It's not easy to get down with ordinary ropes.”
Chen Yulou shook his head and rejected Old Crooked Luo's suggestion.
"Motherf * cker, then should we change locations?”
Old Crooked Luo's expression turned ugly. This treasure was right in front of him. Could it be that he couldn't take it?
"That's not necessary."
Chen Yulou smiled and jumped onto a rock, attracting everyone's attention.
"Brothers, the Yuan people were cruel back then. They slaughtered the people of the Central Plains without restraint. All the gold, silver, and precious goods they stole were buried under this cliff.”
"I'm not talented. I used the Mountain Listening Technique to find the place where the treasure was hidden.”
"Today, we will imitate Red Eyebrows 'righteous act and take the mountains of gold and silver to help the people in the world!”
Chen Yulou had been the chief of the mountain range for many years, and he was a shrewd and slick person. With just two sentences, the morale of the mountain range strongmen soared, and they shouted in response with red faces.
"Take gold and silver to help the common people!"
Countless deafening shouts rang out.
Chen Yulou nodded in satisfaction when he saw the morale of the team rise. He waved his hand at the cliff again.
"Take the centipede ladder and go down the treasure mountain!”
"Dump him!"
The group of Mountain-Lifting Strongmen moved extremely quickly as well, and they all equipped the Centipede Mountain Ladder.
Just as Chen Yulou was about to go to the edge of the cliff to take a look, he suddenly saw a small group of people walking out of the forest not far away.
That small group of people was Chen Wenxuan and the others who had arrived late.
"Chief, Second Master is here!"
At this moment, Hua Maguai also saw Chen Wenxuan and exclaimed in surprise.
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but Chen Yulou was even more displeased now that he had said it. His entire face darkened.
"We're here? You knew he would come?"
"Are you so worried about me that you have to keep an eye on me wherever I go?”
Flower Ant shrunk its neck and retreated behind Chen Yulou without saying a word.
"Humph!"
Chen Yulou snorted coldly when he saw that Hua Maguai did not speak. He no longer looked at Chen Wenxuan, who was approaching, and looked at the cliff in front of him without looking sideways.
Of course, he knew why his younger brother was here.
His father must have been worried about him, so he told Hua Maguai to inform Chen Wenxuan to come and help.
On the other side.
As soon as he arrived at the cliff, Chen Wenxuan saw the large army by the cliff.
The Mountain-Lifting Strongman that his brother brought along was his family, and Old Crooked Luo was also an old acquaintance of his.
He was more concerned about the other two unfamiliar figures.
Both of them were men, dressed the same as the flower spirit.
The one on the left looked like his brother, about 28 or 29 years old.
He was tall and straight, almost 1.9 meters tall. His appearance was ordinary, and his skin was dark and rough. It was obvious that he had been traveling for a long time.
Although he was ordinary, he had an outstanding temperament. One could even see the silent determination in his eyes.
"Francolin Whistle!"
Chen Wenxuan was sure that this was Francolin Whistle.
He was a genius who had not appeared in the world for hundreds of years. He was a legendary figure in the current Thief Sect. He had a wide range of experience and knew many local languages. He was a righteous person and was famous in the forest.
The people in the thief's sect all praised him for his godly marksmanship and his unrivaled ability in capturing and fighting.
Francolin Whistle and his brother were known as the duo of the Thief Sect, ruthless characters that could not be provoked in the martial world.
As for the one next to Zhe Gushao, he should be an old foreigner. He had curly hair and some foreign features, so he was easy to recognize.
From the start, he had been working hard with Francolin Whistle as his target template.
However, after obtaining the system, he set his sights further and learned more skills such as weapons and Feng Shui.
He wanted to learn all of the four sect's principals and master them to write a book that belonged to him.
"Flower spirit!"
The moment Chen Wenxuan's team left the forest.
Francolin Whistle and the old foreigner immediately noticed the flower spirit being supported by Miss Hong and walked forward.
"Flower spirit, what are you doing here?”
Seeing Hua Ling spraining her ankle, the impatient old Westerner immediately asked.
At the same time, his eyes swept across Chen Wenxuan and the others with a hint of suspicion.
"I'm fine. I accidentally fell just now. They helped me.”
The flower spirit shook its head repeatedly and explained what had happened earlier.
"I see." The old foreigner nodded in realization, and then said to Chen Wenxuan awkwardly,""Thank you."
"Thank you so much!"
Zhe Gushao hurriedly cupped his fists.
Chen Wenxuan returned the greeting with a fist salute, shook his head and smiled."It's nothing."
The Zagramma tribe was dying out, and every member of the tribe could be said to be close relatives. There were even fewer people who could enter the mountain. He could understand the nervousness of the two.
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