The first rich son-in-law

call!call!
In the darkness, there was only the sound of rapid breathing.

I don't know how long it took, but the front gradually lit up.

The three of Jiang Beichen stopped slowly.

This is a long corridor, and being in it, it seems to have traveled to the ancient times.

There is a faint light on the wall, which is an ever-burning lamp made of special oil, as if to attract souls and recognize the way home.

On the walls on both sides, there are murals from ancient times. I didn't expect that after so long, they are still colorful and look lifelike.

"This describes the Ancient Dian Kingdom!"

Tang Zhiruo's face was pale, and her eyes were slightly curved. She was injured a lot just now, and she was a little weak when she spoke.

Jiang Beichen hurried over and fed a pill into her mouth.

Tang Zhiruo's expression finally eased a little.

"Is it better?" Jiang Beichen blamed himself and felt distressed.So hold her shoulders tight.

Tang Zhiruo's pretty face flushed, and she quickly turned her face away. I don't know if it was because of the effect of the elixir, or because of shyness, that her pretty face turned slightly rosy.

"Presumably, this mural shows the era when the ancient Dian king ruled!" Tang Zhiruo stroked the mural, looked at it, and said.

There are some ancient characters on it, which are somewhat similar to the characters of Miaojiang, because the two ethnic groups belong to the same origin, so there are naturally similarities in culture.

Tang Zhiruo walked forward while looking at the murals, and suddenly saw a picture of Wang Huan drawn by eight horses, and immediately stopped.

Jiang Beichen also took a step forward, staring closely at a man wearing a mask among Wang Huan.

The man looked very strange, with big and long ears hanging down from both sides, and on his face was a golden mask.

This golden mask is even more peculiar, it has three eye holes, and the eyes in the middle are extraordinarily bright, like bright pearls.

It looks like Erlang God in the myth!

Tang Zhiruo said with a look of astonishment: "Could it be that the legend of the three-eyed King Dian is true, that this person really has a third eye, a divine eye?"

Qinglin also showed a shocked expression. He really couldn't believe how there could be such a strange person in this world who had a third eye.

Could it really be the ancient gods?
Only Jiang Beichen's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Da da da!
And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

The three of them couldn't help becoming a little vigilant.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief until a figure appeared from the darkness.

It turned out that Feng Qingyang had caught up.

When Feng Qingyang saw the three of them, his expression became gloomy.

But at this moment, he scolded without opening his mouth, and he lost his former arrogance.

Because all his subordinates are dead, even the most powerful man has fallen, and now he is a bare commander.

And the strength that Jiang Beichen showed just now also proved that he was definitely not an ordinary player. He might not be able to beat it by himself, so he was naturally honest and dared not provoke him at will.

And Jiang Beichen didn't want to make things difficult for him at all, he just snorted disdainfully and continued to lead Tang Zhiruo and Qinglin forward.

"and many more!"

At this time, Feng Qingyang suddenly opened his hand and called to Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen frowned, and turned his head slowly, "I don't know what Master Feng called me for?"

"Yes, can you go without me!" Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth, and finally said this with a blushing face.

Before Jiang Beichen opened his mouth, Qinglin suddenly showed a joking expression: "Hehe! Who said just now, this place is not accessible to ordinary people! And who said that, you still want to accept Brother Jiang as a servant, why? This time, he licked his face and wanted to be my brother Jiang's follower?"

Obviously, this Feng Qingyang asked them to cover him up, but this kid was so arrogant along the way just now, and he wanted to fight and kill him, so he naturally wouldn't give up the opportunity to ridicule at this moment.

Feng Qingyang's complexion became extremely ugly.

He is the majestic young master of Yandang Mountain, and he has always called the wind and rain. Whenever he was humiliated in person, he clenched his fists fiercely.

However, he knew that at this moment, these three people were definitely not something he could offend, so he had no choice but to endure it, and quickly moved the black umbrella in his hand forward.

Said: "I'm afraid you don't know, this umbrella is a quasi-sacred weapon of my Qingfengmen! It was made by my patriarch of the Qingfengmen who collected the treasures of heaven and earth, and it was made after the artifact Dahei Umbrella of the oldest person in the world, the old man of Nanhai. It’s just a quasi-sacred weapon, but it can exert the power of two layers of a divine weapon!”

"With it, it will guarantee that even if you encounter any danger in this tomb, you can turn bad luck into good fortune!" Feng Qingyang said with a proud expression.

"Tsk tsk, it's amazing! What kind of artifact is it? Since this broken umbrella is so powerful, why are your subordinates belching?" Qing Lin couldn't help but mocked.

"You!" Feng Qingyang was so angry that his face was ashen, but he finally endured it, turned his face away, snorted, and stopped talking.

Jiang Beichen squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Feng Qingyang's big black umbrella, feeling slightly surprised.

It's not like he hasn't seen the big black umbrella that Feng Qingyang mentioned just now.

It was exactly the one given to him by the old man Nanhai back in Yandu.

He naturally knew how powerful that umbrella was. It could be said that it was invulnerable to water and fire. At that time, even Suzaku's real fire could withstand it!
However, after he left Yandu, he left the big black umbrella to She Mei. The situation in Yandu was complicated, and Shemei had not recovered from her injuries. Holding the divine weapon could help him deter him.

Jiang Beichen withdrew his thoughts, glanced at Feng Qingyang coldly, and said, "If you want to follow, then follow, but if you still dare to make any crooked ideas, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Naturally, Jiang Beichen didn't like this young master. He followed him if he wanted to, but when he encountered danger, whether he died or lived, it all depended on the other party's own good luck.