Zu Hua's words aroused the curiosity of several people present, and several people looked at Zu Hua with doubts in their eyes.
"The formation that appears is the formation below."
Zu Hua pointed to the pothole not far away.
As soon as the gesture fell, several blasts of wind came out from under the pit.
Then, several figures wearing pure white robes appeared.
The few people who appeared were dressed in white from head to toe, even their cloaks were white.
"It looks like mourning clothes."
I don't know who said it.
The people in white robes all looked in the same direction.
The person who just spoke suddenly felt a chill coming to his face and couldn't help but shudder.
"Am I right?"
Although the person speaking was shaking, his tone was still strong.
"Although this is an ancient tomb, no one who enters the tomb looks like you. It's quite depressing for you to dress like this."
After saying these words, he attracted the attention of everyone present.
Some people know that those people in white robes are from the Ancient Crane Clan.
A white robe is the iconic costume of the ancient crane tribe.
I don’t know since when, the members of the Ancient Crane Clan would wear white cloaks when going out. As time went by, it became what it is now.
The people coming from behind couldn't help but look at the person who just spoke a few more times, curious about his identity.
He was dressed casually and did not have an iconic identity token on his body, so it was impossible to determine his origin.
Because of this, everyone became even more curious. Where did he have the confidence to talk to the people of the Ancient Crane Clan like this?
Jiang Shenwu and others also looked at the person who spoke.
"That person is so arrogant."
Tang Xiaoyu said suddenly.
"I feel so too."
Cheng Jin is a casual cultivator. He has traveled all over the sky since he started cultivating.
He has never seen such a number one casual cultivator.
At this time, several people from the Ancient Crane Clan suddenly walked towards the person who spoke.
When he saw several people walking towards him, the man moved.
However, he did not flee the scene, but took the initiative to approach several people from the Ancient Crane Clan.
I saw that man striding forward, walking straight towards one of the Ancient Crane clan members, and quickly pulled up his white cloak: "The cloak is crooked. I'll help you straighten it. Don't thank me too much."
Everyone: "..."
Tang Xiaoyu looked strange and had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"Tang Xiaoyu, that boy is more arrogant than you."
Cheng Jin was stunned.
"Is there any?"
The corners of Tang Xiaoyu's eyes twitched.
Even Qiu Wan looked stunned.
Only Jiang Shenwu was not shocked, but shocked.
That man actually suppressed the mental pressure of several Guhe tribe members.
The two sides seem to be not far apart, but with the mental power of the Ancient Crane clansmen intimidating them, those with weak mental power will find it difficult to move forward.
Jiang Shenwu initially estimated that the amount of spiritual power released by those Ancient Crane tribe members was around the fifth level.
In other words, if the person who just spoke did not have the fifth level of mental power, he would probably be injured, let alone come over.
Even if you have five levels of mental power, you will still be stuck in a stalemate.
But now, the state he displays does not seem to be under mental pressure at all.
That person's mental strength is probably above the sixth level.
"His name seems to be Hai Sheng."
Zu Hua rubbed his chin and thought for a long time before thinking of a name.
I remember that when I traveled around before, I seemed to have seen this person.
"Hai Sheng?"
Tang Xiaoyu sounded slightly surprised.
After attracting the attention of Jiang Shenwu and others, and being stared at by several people at the same time, Tang Xiaoyu said slowly, "I've never heard of it."
…
"Hai Sheng is that person's direct disciple."
Qi Shang withdrew his gaze and said lightly.
"Divine light? Thousand colors? Jie..."
Zu Hua said a long list of names.
"I've been talking for a long time and no one is right." Tang Xiaoyu glanced at Zu Hua disdainfully.
"Or Wu He?"
Zu Hua ignored Tang Xiaoyu and was still listing names.
"Not a disciple of Wu He."
Qi Shang said coldly,
"If he were a disciple of Wu He, he wouldn't be alive today."
Jiang Shenwu heard this and stared at Qi Shang sideways.
Wu He and Qi Shang actually had such a deep grudge.
It seems that Xuanjian Prison and his party have to avoid Qi Shang.
…
"roll!"
The man who had adjusted his cloak by Hai Sheng pushed Hai Sheng away.
"You are so rude."
Hai Sheng frowned and curled his lips.
The eyes of several people from the Ancient Crane Clan suddenly condensed, and several of them released their spiritual power at the same time, all focusing on Hai Sheng.
The majestic mental pressure suddenly struck, and Hai Sheng retreated quickly, rushing into the crowd coming from behind.
Seeing the situation, several people from the Ancient Crane tribe put away their mental strength.
Hai Sheng retreated into the crowd, stopped paying attention to the Guhe clan, and walked slowly toward the place of the explosion as if nothing had happened.
After the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, a three-foot-long black iron block emerged out of thin air and then fell to the ground.
"Clang!"
As a crisp sound of landing sounded, everyone present focused their attention on the black iron block on the ground.
Everyone has different thoughts.
Some people are skeptical and are not sure whether the three-foot mysterious iron block that landed is a holy item of heaven and earth.
Someone is trying to figure out how to get the three-foot black iron block on the ground.
Someone quickly searched their memory, wanting to know what kind of holy item of heaven and earth this three-foot black iron block was.
…
The six Jiang Shenwu were located on the periphery of the crowd. Because of their height, they each found steps to see the three-foot black iron block lying flat on the ground.
"Is that the holy product of heaven and earth?"
Cheng Jin's mind was filled with questions.
It seems to be very different from the holy objects of heaven and earth he imagined.
The momentum in this world is quite large, but the result now seems very ordinary.
No matter how you look at it, everything on the ground is just an ordinary piece of black iron.
And the most important thing is that this piece of black iron is in the original shape of black iron, and it is impossible to tell that it is a magical weapon of that type.
Is it possible that the cultivators have to rely on themselves for secondary forging?
"Yes, that is the holy product of heaven and earth." Tang Xiaoyu said.
"That's it?" Cheng Jin began to doubt the holy items of heaven and earth.
He also believed that the sacred objects of heaven and earth were magical weapons forged in the natural world and did not require secondary forging by cultivators.
"What else would it be like?" Tang Xiaoyu glanced at Cheng Jin doubtfully.
"..."
Cheng Jin hesitated and didn't say a complete sentence.
"I didn't expect so many people to come here for this sacred item of heaven and earth." Zu Hua sighed and glanced at everyone present.
More and more people came, more than he imagined.
This one?
Cheng Jin was confused.
"The Cangyan whip is okay." Qi Shang looked at the three-foot black iron block surrounded by the crowd and said.
Cangyan whip?
Cheng Jin was confused.
Why do I feel that the conversations between Zu Hua and Qi Shang are not at the same point?
It has been a quarter of an hour since the three-foot black iron block appeared in this world.
For a quarter of an hour no one moved.
Time passed like this little by little, and an hour later.
No one moved at the scene, but more and more people came, and those who came later crowded into the cemetery next door.
As the crowd increased, the range of formation patterns that appeared on the ground gradually expanded.
In a few breaths of time, it occupied the area of two cemeteries, and it is still extending.