The Xuanyuan Tomb I Built Has Attracted Tomb Robbers from All over the World

　　In the distance, a young woman with a child walked slowly towards the grave.

　　Looking at the clothes they were wearing, several people present frowned.

　　In this daytime, wearing Ma Dai Xiao, is simply cursing them that this operation was unsuccessful.

　　"Xiao Rui, we are here to visit the graves of our parents!"

　　The woman gently touched the boy's head, and looked at Zhao Zhaozhao in the distance with some resentment.

　　They are the children of Gongshu Jingming and Gongshu Yunjin. The girl's name is Gongshuxiang, and the boy is Gongshuui.

　　Seeing these two children, Zhao Zhaozhao turned his eyes to Zhuge Huixin, wondering what medicine he bought in the gourd.

　　Seeing that people were almost here, Zhuge Huixin frowned.

　　Because the most important person has not come yet, that is Xu Feng.

　　Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at Xu Feng who was struggling, his face suddenly changed color.

　　He knew that the Xu family had a tradition of being stingy, so he sent a car to pick him up...  

　　But now, what about the car?

　　After waiting for a long time, Xu Feng walked around the tent out of breath.

　　Seeing him coming up, everyone stood up and hurried up to greet him.

　　"Uncle Xu, didn't I send a car to pick you up? Where's the car?"

　　Listening to Zhuge Huixin's words, Xu Feng scratched his head: "Hey, man, as you get older, walking is suitable for exercising."

　　Looking at the child beside him in confusion, his innocent voice suddenly sounded: "My wife and grandfather said that your car is too expensive for gas, so it was sold."

　　"sold?!"

　　Zhuge Huixin was a little dumbfounded, turned his head to look at Xu Feng, but touched his nose in embarrassment.

　　"Nephew Shi, didn't I save money for you, do you still want the money for selling the car?"

　　"Okay, I see. Your Zhuge family has a great business, and you don't need a car. I won't give you the money."

　　Before Zhuge Huixin could speak, Xu Feng opened his mouth directly.

　　Seeing that he had said so, Zhuge Huixin could only hold back his words.

　　"Okay, okay, isn't everyone gathered here just for this burial? Come, let's go and see first."

　　Seeing the embarrassment of the scene made people flustered, Xu Feng took the lead and said.

　　Everyone nodded, put Xu Feng on the head, and walked towards the door of the tomb.

　　As he moved forward slowly, Xu Feng's brows became tighter.

　　Let's not talk about the feng shui of this place, but judging from the direction of the mountains and rivers, there will be no magical things like Kunlun tires.

　　Did you guess wrong?

　　Just when he had some self-doubt, Xu Fengnian opened his mouth.

　　"Mrs. Grandpa, look over there."

　　Looking down his fingers, Xu Feng's brows instantly wrinkled even tighter.

　　It was noon now, but there was still a burning cloud in the sky, and even a trace of purple air could be seen in the cloud.

　　This phenomenon, even though he has lived for nearly a hundred years, has never been seen before.

　　Everyone followed Xu Feng's gaze and looked forward, and they also frowned.

　　Not knowing what he saw, Zhuge Huixin hurried up and asked, "Uncle Xu, but what did you find?"

　　Shaking his head gently, Xu Feng said nothing. When he walked to the grave and saw the thin purple line above the tomb door, his eyes widened.

　　"There are treasures here!"

　　The sudden scream shocked everyone, and Zhao Zhaozhao hurried up at this time.

　　"Mr. Xu, what do you mean by that?"

　　Before Xu Feng could speak, Xu Fengnian said as if shaking his wit:

　　"Sunrise is full of frost in the east, and there are treasures in front of the Purple Air Gate."

　　"You don't know this, it's such a waste of life."

　　As soon as Huo Xiachao stopped talking, he came up in a hurry. He was just about to step forward to teach the blind man a lesson.

　　But Zhang Zehao stopped him.

　　"Huo Xiangu, don't be angry, he is still a child."

　　Ignoring what happened behind him, Zhao Zhaozhao's eyes were fixed on Xu Feng's body.

　　"And please give me an explanation."

　　"There's nothing to explain, we can't go through this door, let's go down and see."

　　After speaking, he turned his head and left, not giving them any chance to ask questions at all.

　　Seeing him turn around and leave, the others followed.

　　However, Xu Fengnian's humming sound came from his ears: "The red door, the purple door, if you want to go, go to the earth door."

　　"Golden nest, silver nest, and finally dog ​​nest."

　　"Sweet man, stinky woman, come to see my little boy."

　　Everyone didn't understand what he was singing, only Zhao Zhaozhao glanced at Xu Fengnian in surprise.

　　?Xu Feng seemed to have heard nothing, and he reached the foot of the mountain with the wind at his feet.

　　Looking at the robbery hole that Chen Fusheng dug before, he frowned slightly.

　　He looked up and looked around, and finally his eyes were fixed on the cliff that Chen Fusheng had given up before.

　　"Neither the tomb door nor the back door can enter, so let people enter from this mountain wall!"

　　Chen Zhenbin looked up, and no one dared to say that they were the second in the research on the robbery from the Xieling lineage.

　　Although it is the best way to get from the cliff, it is a little difficult now.

　　"My sub-mountain digger!".

Chapter 92

　　Looking at Chen Zhenbin's sad face, Zhang Zehao raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew why he had this expression.

　　One is because his son died in this lying grave.

　　The second is that the armor that they had on the mountain was also lost here.

　　Relative to people, the importance of this can be said to be higher.

　　"Always carry the handle, or let's try?"

　　Zhou Ying, who had been standing behind Chen Zhenbin, whispered.

　　The sub-mountain digging sub-jia is a totem for Xieling.

　　Now lost, which is also very involved.

　　However, now they still hold a glimmer of hope.

　　The sub-mountain digger is a sacred object, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has Taoism.

　　What if bad luck turns into luck?

　　"Well, try it."

　　Chen Zhenbin nodded, Zhou Ying took it out of her bag, and a purple bamboo flute appeared in her hand.

　　A long note came out from the bamboo flute, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

　　"? Madam, grandpa, what are they doing?"

　　Xu Fengnian asked in puzzlement after hearing this somewhat pleasant voice.

　　Xu Feng, who was staring at the bamboo flute, said impatiently, "They are looking for something."

　　The flute was cadenced, and just as Zhou Ying was about to give up, the earth hole dug by Chen Fusheng squirmed.

　　After a while, a black pangolin emerged from the inside.

　　Looking at the pangolins in the pit, Chen Zhenbin's mouth was almost grinning to the roots of his ears.

　　Zhang Zehao's old face is as ugly as it should be.

　　Just now he gloated about saying that they lost their inheritance, but now they say they are looking for it. Isn't this a slap in the face?

　　"Huh? Let it run away?"

　　Ye Fan, who was lying in the coffin of the living creature, woke up when the soil loosened, and looked at the black tail that disappeared in the robbery cave.

　　He opened his eyes slightly, and everything was blown away by the previous abyss explosion.

　　I thought this guy was dead, but I didn't expect his life to be so big.

　　As if talking in a dream, he muttered to himself: "Forget it, 22 will still come in anyway."

　　Then he turned over and continued to fall asleep.

　　"Sub-mountain digging armor?"

　　The people in Xieling were immediately excited when they saw the black pangolin.

　　This is a symbol of their status.

　　Chen Zhenbin immediately cried with joy, more than kissing his own son.

　　One hugged the sub-mountain digger armor.

　　Just as he was telling his avatar, Nguzijia, about the pain of lovesickness, a scorching look behind him suddenly made him shiver.