After the archaeological team left, the cave became quiet again.

Chu Lan and Zhang Qilin looked at each other, and they both saw the curiosity in each other's eyes.

"Inside, what exactly is it?"

Zhang Qilin shook his head, expressing his powerlessness to his question: "I don't know."

"Then you said it was an altar?"

Chu Lan's eyes widened: "Aren't you bragging in front of other academic bosses?"

Zhang Qilin felt tired for a while, wouldn't he be able to deceive Professor Deng Shiqi away?

Seeing his unrequited expression, barrages surged.

"Hahaha, this is the first time I've seen Brother Qilin break the defense."

"Brother Chu Lan's words are too annoying."

"Brother Qilin: I, Zhang Qilin, never brag!"

……

"I don't know if the beam of light in front of it is still there after it is broken."

"It should still be there."

Zhang Qilin showed his erudition and explained: "If the formation does not break the eyes, it has the ability to repair itself."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Chu Lan shook her head like a rattle.

……

"Brother Chu Lan, please pay attention to what you say, Lu Lilu is angry!"

"Yes, see how you forced our Qilin brother."

"I think Brother Qilin may not be able to beat Brother Chu Lan, no matter how bad it is, it will be a tie."

"why?"

"Can you beat Brother Qilin without slapping him?"

……

I don't believe you when you say it, let me prove it clearly.

How can I prove it?Could it be that I jumped inside and got trapped?

Zhang Qilin was out of breath for a while, and thousands of words turned into a long sigh.

He put the ancient black gold knife back into its scabbard and carefully checked the condition of the cave.

As Professor Deng Shiqi said, this palace is indeed the standard of the Warring States period, and it also belongs to the general mansion.

But the building is very new and has no sense of age at all.

Now if the two of them want to enter the palace, they must destroy the "Prisoner Immortal Formation" in front of them.

Now no one knows if the ghost formation will get up after being smashed, and neither of them wants to test whether the formation is still there.

Just as the two were struggling, there was a violent coughing sound from outside, like a broken bellows.

The visitor's footsteps were very hasty and pretentious, and it was obvious at a glance that he was seriously injured.

Under the steps at the entrance of the cave, a figure suddenly rushed out, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the red-dyed old woman of the three-eyed Spirit Race.

What is she doing here?

The two looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine she was selling in the gourd.

There are only a few records of the Three-Eyed Spirit Race in some ancient documents. They are a powerful race, and many monks have spent a lifetime of cultivation can't compare with their own abilities. This race was once the overlord on the Blue Star.

They are called the darlings of heaven.

But when God opens a door for people, he must close a window for him.

The three-eyed spirit race's ability to reproduce is extremely poor, and the probability of young children dying at an early age is very high, which also makes this race unable to develop in numbers.

They sought medical advice everywhere, but they still couldn't solve the problem.

Could it be that there is something she wants in it?

The two looked at each other again, and the Chiran old woman was startled when she saw the two of them, then coughed heavily, took out a dirty handkerchief from her coat pocket, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

It looked like she was seriously injured.

"Both, it's okay to go."

The Chiran old woman had no grievances with the two of them, and while wiping the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, she kindly reminded: "You can't deal with the people who will come later."

"Who?"

Chu Lan glanced at the bracelet. There was no change in the ranking on it, except that his ranking rose from the last to No.8.

Wen Changjin, No.1, is still on the throne.

"Wen Changjin beat you like this?"

He stroked his chin, guessing to himself.

Wen Changjin, who was standing at the top of the cave, twitched his face.

Am I that much of a villain?

He couldn't help but slander.

At the entrance of the cave, an elongated shadow gradually appeared.

The Chiran old woman coughed lightly: "I'm afraid it's too late."

Chu Lan and the others knew the person who came.

Professor Sean.

His clothes had changed from a plaid suit to a red suit with a yellow tie underneath.

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