The strange feature of three eyes can be found everywhere. Although Long Xiangtian doesn't know what the connection is with the ancient tomb of King Siphan, he feels uneasy every time he sees three eyes. As for why, he himself doesn't know.
At this time, Long Xiangtian, who had sharp ears, heard a noise coming from outside. He turned back suddenly and shouted, "Be careful, there is movement outside!"
Everyone was startled, thinking that the Blood Spirit had arrived, and quickly put down the gold in their hands and raised their guns. At this moment, a hoarse voice came over: "I advise you to put down your guns."
Following this sound, two groups of people walked in from outside. There were about a dozen people, the one on the left was wearing a black windbreaker, and the one on the right was wearing a white windbreaker. The two leading them were a foreign man who was more than two meters tall, and the other was an old man in white clothes with a sinister face and wrinkled skin.
Long Xiangtian took two steps to the front of the crowd, looked at the group of people, and glanced at the faces of the strong man and the old man. For some reason, Long Xiangtian felt a very familiar feeling from the two of them, just like the angels and demons in the mural.
"What do you want to do, sir?" Long Xiangtian said in a deep voice, his mind turning over and over. The other party's aura was obviously not weak. Although he had guns on his side, Long Xiangtian had no idea whether he could gain any advantage from them.
The sinister old man sneered: "It's all in the tomb, is there any need to ask?"
Long Xiangtian winked at Nulimu, who nodded and walked forward, pretending to be calm and said, "Hello, we are from the Qihu Mercenary Group, we..."
"Get lost!" Before Nulimu finished speaking, the silent foreign man opened his mouth and said a word. This voice was like the power of heaven. Nulimu, who had a low level of cultivation, turned pale and was forced to retreat. After he stood still, his face turned blue and red, which was extremely ugly.
Long Xiangtian's eyes fixed, and he stood in front of Nulimu, saying coldly: "What do you mean now? Just say it directly, why use force!"
Unexpectedly, the foreign man smiled contemptuously: "Trash is not worthy of speaking."
"Who are you calling a waste!" Nulimuqi's face turned purple. The big man's contemptuous expression caused him great harm.
"You!" The big man's voice once again brought mental suppression. Long Xiangtian, who was closest to Nulimu, couldn't help but take a step back. His head was buzzing. Nulimu even spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow. He looked up at the big man in disbelief and said, "General!"
The big man laughed: "Yes, I am a general."
"Hercules, you're going too far." The sinister old man on the side suddenly showed an extremely ugly smile, seemingly scolding Hercules, but Long Xiangtian could see clearly that his pair of small green eyes were flashing with a light that looked down on all living beings, and he completely looked down on himself and others.
"Lord Montreal, I was reckless. I thought that these people must have some strength to be able to come here, but who knew that they couldn't even withstand my slight mental attack. I am willing to apologize."
Hercules' words belittled Long Xiangtian and others, and even Long Xiangtian felt a little uncomfortable. A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated, so Long Xiangtian decided to teach him a lesson.
Just as Long Xiangtian was about to step forward, Montreal's eyes suddenly changed, and he pointed at Yunniang and said, "Monster!"
Long Xiangtian was startled to find that he was not referring to Yunniang herself, but the little blood spirit in his arms. This was not over yet. After discovering the little blood spirit, the sinister old man showed a fanatical look and waved his hand to sprinkle a milky white light on the little blood spirit.
Long Xiangtian felt a strong energy fluctuation from the light, and the sensitive little blood spirit was the first to feel the other party's strong malice and the energy fluctuation that came from the air and made him extremely uncomfortable.
Long Xiangtian gave up the idea of causing trouble for the big man, and came to Yunniang first, raising his fist to punch the oncoming light.
With a loud bang, the milky white energy was crushed in the air by Long Xiangtian's fist. Montreal's eyes fixed, and he asked in astonishment: "Warrior?"
Hercules, who was standing by, suddenly showed an extremely excited look when he heard this.
"Lord Montreal, you said he was a warrior?"
Montreal showed his creepy smile and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, he is the legendary warrior who is almost extinct."
"Haha, great! I've long wanted to see who is stronger, this group of warriors or me, Hercules. You, Chinese, quickly roll over here and fight me!"
The sinister old man warned, "Hercules, I advise you not to underestimate warriors. Their combat effectiveness cannot be determined by grading."
Hercules had a look of excitement on his face, and didn't care about Montreal's reminder. He pointed at Long Xiangtian and continued to shout: "Come on, Chinese people, don't hide like a coward, fight me happily, hahaha..." He looked as arrogant as he could be.
Long Xiangtian wanted to teach this arrogant guy a lesson from the beginning. Seeing him repeatedly speaking rudely, he immediately wanted to step forward. But before he could walk out, Yunniang grabbed his arm. Long Xiangtian looked at Yunniang, who kept shaking her head at him.
Not wanting Yunniang to worry, Long Xiangtian decided to take a step back. He ignored Hercules and turned to look at the sinister Montreal, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Montreal, that's right."
Montreal raised his head and said proudly, "That's right."
Long Xiangtian cursed them in his heart, but his face showed no expression. He said loudly: "Mr. Montreal, you have seen the treasures here. We can't take all of them away, and neither can you. Everyone came here to seek wealth. Let's take a step back and leave now. You can take as much as you can. How about that?"
Montreal laughed when he heard this: "How could we missionaries be short of money?" Montreal looked at the treasure behind Long Xiangtian with disdain.
As expected, Long Xiangtian could tell from his eyes that he disdainfully looked down upon the gold.
"Then why did you block our way, Your Excellency?"
Montreal licked his lips. The expression on his face was totally inconsistent with the sacred energy emanating from him. He smiled sinisterly and said, "I want two things. First, the Yin corpse wolfberry. Second, I want that blood spirit." After saying that, he pointed at the little blood spirit and that fanatical look appeared in his eyes again.
Long Xiangtian was shocked, until this group of guys came prepared, even the Yin Corpse Wolfberry knew about it. However, when he heard the second condition, Long Xiangtian's face darkened: "Sorry, I can't agree to the second condition."
Montreal didn't get angry after hearing this. Instead, his eyes flickered and he said, "Oh? So, you can agree to the first condition?"
Long Xiangtian sneered in his heart, of course it's no problem, as long as you can afford this expired Yin Corpse Wolfberry. Without saying a word, he took the Yin Corpse Wolfberry from the Pis corpse from Nulimu, and then shook it in front of him.