Vol 3 Chapter 226: Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum

If you want to find a powerful method from Feng Hao, the possibility is zero.
But communication is a pedagogy, and it is impossible to find a strong method, but it is mostly fine to ask Feng Hao for help.
Zhao Yang looked up at Feng Hao and took a deep breath: "Is there a quick success method suitable for the army?"
Feng Hao laughed.
He knew that Zhao Yang was here, and he certainly wasn't asking him to kill the demon from the mountain. Such a thing, just locate it.
But he came over in person, apparently things were not so simple.
He has the exercises, but they are basically powerful beings. Even if the monks in the robbery period of the earth come, there is no way to cultivate.
Feng Hao shook his head and said, "This can't help you anymore. You go back and report to the people above you. Naturally, someone will deal with the difficult things, and ... there is no quick method in the world."
Another point, Feng Hao did not say that powerful exercises and martial arts are the source of all evil, and the exercises of the world can never be spread on the earth.
Even Xia Shilan, who looks like his wife, has been transformed into a spiritual body suitable for practice, but he never teaches them.
Zhao Yang bowed his head, disappointed.
Feng Hao is not a savior. He is purely in favor of the Chinese nation. To this end, he can take action.
But letting him learn from the saints and disciples, and spreading his thoughts, he couldn't.
"You go back!" Feng Hao stood up and turned his back to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang bowed down and said politely, "Then ... I'm leaving."
"Wait ~" Feng Hao said suddenly.
As soon as Zhao Yang's eyes lighted, his breathing couldn't help getting heavy, and he looked expectantly.
"Bringing back some tea is good for you."
Feng Hao waved his hand, and naturally there was a strong man of the Shenyan tribe, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
Soon, the protoss in the eyes of the world, like an attendant, respectfully held a delicate box.
"Come on, don't think that the mission has failed. Whoever is the same ..." Feng Hao waved his hand.
Being so patient with ordinary people, Feng Hao really recognized Zhao Yang and regarded him as one of his few friends.
"Thank you!"
Zhao Yang solemnly took over the Jin Box, feeling very heavy, and was quite moved.
Bending down and bowing again, Zhao Yang also left very freely.
Like a soldier!
"Feng Emperor, he is just a mortal in the world, and you can dispel the existence with one eye, why care about him so much?"
The strong of the Shenyan tribe curiously.
Feng Hao glanced at the man, and said indifferently, "Why is the emperor acting, why should I explain it to you?"
The strong body of the Shenyan tribe shook, scared to his knees, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Not for example!" Feng Haohan whispered.
"Yes! Little mistake!"
The power of the Shenyan tribe was relieved. Just for a moment, he seemed to touch the breath of death.
It's terrible, it's like a knife holder around your neck.
In the Shenyan tribe, the Lord does not seem to be so scary!
...
In the setting sun, on Qinling North Road in Xi'an City, China, a young man in a robe was ushered.
At special times, especially in places full of historical weight, security forces are not generally strong.
The tomb of Emperor Qin Shihuang is located here. After the cataclysm, Qin Tomb is full of sunshine every night, and it is a sign of prosperity.
It's like the birth of something amazing.
Therefore, the official movement of Huaxia is particularly fast. Not only are the official wrong stationed, but even monks and strangers are patrolling back and forth over the sky.
In this posture, it is estimated that no fly can fly into one.
"It's boring, isn't it just a grave? Do you need such a big deal?"
Huo Qilin was so angry that he was going to use his fists to call the king of Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum. What treasure attracted him.
Who knows that a lot of thoughts have been lost, intimidating and tempting to come over to a convenient body, but waiting for him is like the protection power of Tianluodinet.
Breaking in openly?
Huo Qilin had no such courage, but he had sneaked here without knowing Feng Hao. If Feng Hao knew it, he would have to drop a few layers of skin.
"What to do? Wait?"
Suddenly the fire unicorn made trouble.
I have to say that the fire unicorn turned into Yan Qi, especially the dress of this grave robber, is too conspicuous.
The two patrolling monks found him, pedaling a flying sword, and rushed over with a dignified look.
"Who? Quickly leave!"
One of the short-haired monks said coldly, staring alertly at the fire unicorn under the black robe.
"Hehe ~"
Huo Qilin laughed grimly, and her voice was full of coldness. While two monks pedaling flying swords were on guard, Huo Qilin opened the hat that covered his head with a thunderbolt. , Split his mouth, arched a hand and smiled: "Let's go, this is going ..."
Huo Qilin looked back in three steps, with a charming smile on her face, walking backwards.
The two monks looked at Huo Qilin stunned, looked at each other, and smiled bitterly.
The laughter of the fire unicorn just now is really creepy. I thought I had encountered a grave robber at the tomb of the First Emperor.
unlucky!
Patrolling the mausoleum, especially in the evening, is indeed a shame. If they were not spiritual practitioners, they might worry that something ‘something’ would come out of the tomb in the middle of the night.
But ... now they do hope that something will climb out of the tomb of the first emperor.
Because what can now come out of the ground is not heaven, it is earth treasure.
The two monks drove the Feijian to continue patrolling, and suddenly heard a familiar voice sounding behind them.
Looking down ... not the guy in a black robe with a wretched look, who else?
"Two gods, dare to ask the direction of the entrance to this mausoleum? Just now ... I seem to have forgotten to ask the two, haha!"
An innocent smile appeared on the face of Huo Qilin, just like a simple migrant worker who just entered a big city, asking for directions politely and respectfully.
The two monks looked at Huo Qilin and looked at each other, thinking in their hearts ... Is this Nima an idiot?
What is the purpose of their patrol? It was to prevent someone from approaching the tomb of Qin Shihuang, but there was a wretched guy who asked them ... Where is the entrance to the Qin Mausoleum?
"What do you ask this? Is it possible that you still want to steal a tomb?"
The monk pedaling a flying sword suddenly asked with a convulsion.
Fire Kirin's eyes brightened, and he said in a right voice: "I look at the grave in the grave, there must be a baby born, and it is very unfortunate that I am grave robber ... hmm, very archaeological.
"What does this have to do with us?" Said the monk Shen.
They determined that this insignificant fellow had come from the idea of ​​playing the mausoleum.
"You see ... a baby is born!"
Huo Qilin suddenly pointed behind the two monks, and the hopeful light appeared in his eyes, and the saliva seemed to flow out.
The two monks were shocked, and indeed Lingbao was born.
However, just as they turned violently, they saw nothing, what baby was born? Nonsense!
bad!
Suddenly, the two of them seemed to think of something. Suddenly, they felt a sudden shock, cold sweat.
When I looked back, I saw a pair of eyes bursting with flames, staring at them coldly.
"what……"
Even when the police were too late, the two monks were wrapped around the neck by the fire unicorn, and then ... turned into ashes without taking away a cloud.