When Ye Lang finally decided to leave the treasure house with the bone, he was immediately shocked by the situation outside. In contrast, the people outside were also shocked by Ye Lang.

"Who are you..." Ye Lang asked, looking at the ten sturdy men in suits outside the door.

"Master Ye, you are finally out!" The burly man was stunned for a long time, and finally said in unison.

"Um...are you the bodyguards of the Song family?" Ye Lang asked, scratching his head.

"Back to Master Ye, we are the guardians of the Song family's treasury and the Beiyun Branch. We are here to wait for Master Ye." The burly man replied in unison again.

Ye Lang was immediately dumbfounded. Forget about one burly man, there were ten burly men who looked exactly the same, dressed exactly the same, and spoke in the same tone and tone. They were simply clones. Ye Lang really couldn't figure it out.

What is going on with these guys?

"Master Ye, please don't panic. We are Yellow Turban warriors, not human beings, so our behavior is a bit special..." The ten burly men said at the same time, "Master Ye, please go back with us to see the head of the family."

Ye Lang was dumbfounded again. The yellow scarf warriors came out. The legendary earth monsters created by the innate soil were actually standing in front of Ye Lang's eyes. Ye Lang couldn't believe it. These guys were actually like that.

A legendary creature.

However, since someone was leading the way, Ye Lang didn't hesitate and followed these guys out of the treasure house.

In comparison, he had to rely solely on his feet to get down to the treasure house. On the way back, Ye Lang finally understood why there was no elevator even though the treasure house was underground.

The ten guys who called themselves the Yellow Turban Warriors actually used their bodies to merge with the surrounding walls, turning the whole thing into an elevator that was constantly rising. The one who took the lead asked Ye Lang to sit on him, and then he was very stable

He went up to the secret room villa outside the treasure house.

"Master Ye, the master of the house is waiting for you in the secret room. I will send you here soon." The ten yellow scarf warriors spoke at the same time again.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Ye Lang to speak, these guys descended from the cave entrance again in this strange way, returned to the entrance of the treasure house, and guarded the entrance.

Ye Lang sighed at the weirdness of the Song family's behavior as he slowly left the mysterious room leading to the treasure house.

When Ye Lang left the room, a wave of waves suddenly appeared on the wooden door behind him, and then completely disappeared on the wall. Driven by curiosity, Ye Lang touched the wall.

I searched it over and over again, but never found the door again.

"Master, stop looking," Xia Xiaowei said at this time, "That door is not fixed."

"What do you mean?" Ye Lang asked while nodding his head.

"How should I put it? This is almost the illusion of the Five Elements of Qimen. It is a bit similar to the skills of Sister Mirror Flower Witch, but the level is much different. But in this small plane, it should be a very powerful illusion," Xia Xiaowei

Said, "Also, those few just now are indeed Yellow Turban warriors, but the material is not the kind of Xi soil that is found in the heavens, but is imitated with some other spiritual soil, although the strength is not as good as the Yellow Turban made by Xi soil

Rikishi is powerful, but he is also a very powerful fighting machine.”

"So, this kind of yellow scarf warrior is a good thing?" Ye Lang said while touching his chin.

"More than just a good thing!" Xia Xiaowei quickly replied, "The Yellow Turban Warriors are originally spiritual creatures, but they have not yet developed their intelligence. After being made into the Yellow Turban Warriors, it is tantamount to helping them achieve human form first, even if

You can practice on your own without developing spiritual intelligence. If you develop spiritual intelligence, you will basically be a supreme god-level existence at worst."

"Supreme God? Such an exaggeration? Is the Supreme God so worthless?" Ye Lang curled his lips and asked.

"It's really not an exaggeration. Generally speaking, if the Yellow Turban Warriors want to be smart, it will take a million years at least. This thing is mainly used as cannon fodder. Even if it is stronger, it is like a thug.

Not to mention a million years, one

Generally speaking, it won't even last a hundred years," Xia Xiaowei explained. "Once the Yellow Turban Warrior is beaten back to his original form, all the hard work he has cultivated will be wasted. Even if he is fabricated again, he will be a brand new Yellow Turban Warrior.

"

"But even so... isn't it too easy to directly become the Supreme God?" Ye Lang asked still a little unconvinced.

"Actually...the Supreme God is just the highest point of the gods in the heavens. Above the Supreme God, there are pseudo-sages, saints, holy emperors and more powerful beings," Xia Xiaowei said slowly, "such as the king of heaven and the devil,

There is an existence more powerful than the Holy Emperor... But according to Heavenly King Shu Shu, there are not many people in this world who are more powerful than him. However, that is a level that I cannot reach now, so I can't say.

."

"Okay... But no matter what, this Yellow Turban Warrior is a good thing, right?" Ye Lang curled his lips again, and then started to think, "Weiwei, what do you think if we get such a Yellow Turban Warrior as a pawn?"

Bodyguard, aren’t you very powerful?”

"Well... I agree with the master's idea," Xia Xiaowei immediately became interested after hearing this, "The master is still not strong enough now. If he hires one or two yellow scarf warriors as bodyguards, maybe it will really work wonders?"

"Sigh... It's a pity that this thing is too big and looks too different. Otherwise, it would be really good to get one or two." Ye Lang thought about it again, and then sighed.

"It's not like that!" Xia Xiaowei suddenly laughed, "Maybe there is something wrong with the production process of this small plane. In fact, the Yellow Turban Warriors can be made into any shape, just like making clay figures, even if they are made into cats, dogs, cockroaches

Xiaoqiang is fine, it just depends on what the master wants!"

"So, you can make a Yellow Turban Warrior?" When Ye Lang heard this, he immediately became interested again.

"Well...I don't know how..." Xia Xiaowei replied hesitantly, "However, as long as Weiwei knows the production method, Weiwei can make the Yellow Turban Rikishi that the owner wants according to the owner's ideas.

!”

"Are you sure?" Ye Lang's eyes lit up again, and he quickly confirmed, "Anyway, the old man from the Song family still owes me something, and I can only see two of his auction items. If you can really do it, I will go

He stalked me so hard that he gave me this formula!"

"Yeah! Weiwei promises that it can definitely be done!" Xia Xiaowei replied confidently.

During the conversation between master and servant, Ye Lang had left the bottom floor of the secret room villa and slowly came to the door of the secret room on the second floor.

Unexpectedly, at the door of the secret room, there were several people wearing different styles of weird clothes standing at the door.

As soon as these guys saw Ye Lang coming, evil lights suddenly appeared in their eyes, and some of them even clearly unleashed their murderous intent in this place.

When Ye Lang saw this situation, he was confused. What did these guys want to do? How could they dare to cause trouble outside the secret meeting room of the Song family?

However, although he had some doubts in his heart, his body had already responded. Although Ye Lang's strength may still be slightly inferior to these guys, he still refused to be outdone and used his newly acquired skills.

The breath of the Nine Dragon Huitian Needle was released.

A loud roar of dragons, along with the appearance of nine evil spirit needles, resounded throughout the door of the secret room. The group of guys blocking the door were instantly shocked by Ye Lang's hand.

Although these guys all look fierce, they are actually just followers who came with their master. At best, they are third-generation disciples or even fourth-generation disciples of various sects. This time they came out,

It was just to solve the problem of Ye Lang and Su Xia teaming up to inflict power on a group of big shots.

To be precise, these guys should be regarded as followers accompanying the big guys from various sects, coming out to see the world.

Originally, although this group of people had recognized Ye Lang's appearance, they thought that this guy was just a freeloader. Unexpectedly, as soon as the aura of the Nine Dragons Huitian Needle was released, their aura was instantly suppressed.

Go down.

"Who dares to act wild in the Song family's secret room!"

At this moment, the door to the secret room suddenly opened, and a thin figure flashed out from behind the door following this powerful voice.

"My name is Ye Lang, old man, who are you?" Ye Lang looked at the guy nonchalantly and asked.

"I, Tang Sancai," the skinny old man said with dignity without changing his expression, "So, you are the little guy who made my apprentice Tang San poisonous to death?"

"Tsk tsk, Tang Sancai? Old guy, your name is really interesting!" Ye Lang didn't panic, and teased this master of the Tang sect with a ruffian face, "So, your apprentice was indeed

I was so angry."

"Haha, okay, okay, as the saying goes, heroes have been born since ancient times, and you, Ye Lang, do have some ability," Tang Sancai sneered three times, and then the conversation suddenly changed, "But you walked away from my apprentice in anger.

If you ruin the Tang Sect’s reputation, I have to take my Tang Sect’s reputation to heart!”

Tangmen’s reputation?

When Ye Lang heard this, he knew that this old guy must be deliberately trying to cause trouble for him.

"Haha, I wonder what you want?" Although Ye Lang felt extremely unhappy, he still asked with an angry look on his face.

"I'm a fair man, and I don't want to embarrass you little baby. Why don't we just leave it like this? Kneel down and kowtow to Tangmen three times, and forget about it. What do you think?" Tang San said with a smile.

.

"Oh? Kowtow to Tangmen three times? Where is Tangmen?" Ye Lang still asked in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"Well, this question is interesting," Tang Sancai said hypocritically, "It's impossible for the Tang Clan to move here just for you alone, so let's do this. Counting me, there are seven people from the Tang Clan here today. You can give one to us."

Just kowtow three times and that’s it.”

"What if I say no?" Ye Lang's face turned cold and he asked in a deep voice.

"No?" Tang San suddenly smiled, his withered old face showing an indescribable weirdness, "You have been hit by my Tang Sect's Cai Die Powder. Considering your strength, you will turn into a human being in less than half an hour."
Chapter completed!