Drunken Swordsman: I choose the ruthless way, why are you crying?

Chapter 69 All treasures!

Inside the palace.

Everyone followed Zhao Kongfeng closely, like travelers groping in the dark, and carefully went deeper into this mysterious palace.

As we went deeper, the interior of the palace seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, filled with an old atmosphere.

The breath seemed like a thick curtain that had settled over the years, making people's breathing become heavy unconsciously.

Dim light seeped in from sporadic cracks in the wall, but it was unable to dispel the thick darkness. Instead, it greatly restricted everyone's vision.

Every step they take is testing the unknown abyss, and they may step on unknown danger at any time.

Everyone's heartbeats sounded particularly clear in this silent space.

As they walked, a tall and majestic gate suddenly appeared before them.

This door stands there quietly like an ancient guardian.

Its material looks old but solid, with the traces of time deeply imprinted on its surface.

The door is carved with complex and mysterious patterns, which are intertwined to form strange patterns, as if whispering unknown secrets.

People gathered around with curiosity, trying to open the mysterious door.

"I'll try!"

Someone shouted, and he strode to the door and pushed with all his strength, his face flushed red from the effort, and veins bulged on his forehead, but the door remained motionless.

Upon seeing this, the others immediately dispersed and carefully searched the walls for possible mechanisms, not missing any tiny corners.

However, after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find it.

"Damn it, what a piece of crap! I'll chop it up with a knife!"

A dynasty disciple cursed angrily and tried to pry open the door with the weapon in his hand. The harsh sound of metal colliding with the stone door echoed in the empty palace.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the door still stood there firmly like an insurmountable mountain.

At this moment, Zhao Kongfeng, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke.

"According to the historical records of the Great Yuan Royal Court, for the gates of this type of tomb, you can try dripping blood on them."

His voice sounded particularly clear in this silent space.

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked hesitant and looked at each other with hesitation in their eyes.

In such a place full of unknowns and mysteries, any decision you make may be a matter of life and death.

No one dares to take this dangerous step lightly.

After all, no one knows what terrible consequences a drop of blood will cause.

Seeing that everyone was hesitant, Zhao Kongfeng snorted coldly, and a trace of disdain flashed across his face.

He stepped forward, came to the gate, and cut his wrist without hesitation, and blood gushed out instantly.

He put his wrist close to the door and let the blood drip onto it.
As soon as the blood touched the door, it seemed to be quickly sucked in by an invisible, powerful and greedy force, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Then, the door began to change strangely.

The originally dim lines suddenly shone with an eerie light, and that light was like a flowing flame, constantly flickering and jumping, as if it had life.

The color of the light is unpredictable, sometimes bright red like blood, sometimes dark blue like ice, giving people a feeling of extreme uneasiness.

Accompanied by a low and heavy roar, as if it was a roar coming from ancient times.

The door slowly opened, and a stale smell came to us like a tide.

The scent was mixed with the smell of dust and the vicissitudes of time, which made people frown when they smelled it.

The door opened and everyone's eyes looked inside impatiently. They were instantly shocked by the scene before them and were speechless for a long time.

"How is this possible?" "There is actually such a place inside this palace?"

“Is this the treasure house of the ancient powerful?”

I saw that the space inside was extremely broad, filled with a wide variety of martial arts and magical weapons.

The lights flickered and reflected each other, dazzling the eyes, as if they were in a fantastic treasure house.

Someone immediately rushed over, picked up the nearest martial arts manual and started to check it out. He was shocked and said, "The Hidden Clan's body movement technique can change shape and shadow?"

"What? Apparition? Isn't that the secret method of an extinct ancient race?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Shape-shifting is a lost technique of the Hidden Clan that has been lost for thousands of years. It is said that once this technique is mastered, the body will be like a ghost, and the position can be changed in an instant, making it difficult to grasp.

In battle, practitioners can move around like a phantom, making it impossible for the enemy to capture their figures. This is indeed an excellent way to defeat the enemy.

It’s a pity that this kind of martial arts technique was lost ten thousand years ago.

Everyone could not hold back any longer and rushed over, picking up the nearby secret weapons to check.

"Vajra Indestructible Skill!"

One person's exclamation caused another uproar.

Everyone looked quickly and saw that the scroll of martial arts was emitting an ancient light, and the five large characters of "Vajra Indestructible Gong" were shining with golden light, dazzling.

It is said that those who have achieved great success can create the Vajra Indestructible Power of a supreme golden body!

If this magical skill can be cultivated to the peak, one will become indestructible and immune to all kinds of attacks.

Even in the face of the most powerful attack, it can stand firm like a rock and become truly invincible.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art!"

"Divine Weapon Blue Steel!"

"Mirror-breaking Pill!"

Exclamations rang out one after another. When everyone saw these long-desired martial arts secret treasures, their excitement was like a flood that broke through a dam and was instantly beyond words.

There was a gleam of greed in their eyes, which was so crazy that it made them lose their minds in an instant.

A group of dynasty disciples, like hungry beasts seeing fat prey, rushed into the gate regardless of everything and scrambled to grab various martial arts and magical weapons.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, with shouts and quarrels intertwined to form a noisy wave of sound.

Some people fought with their companions for a secret manual of martial arts, punching each other flesh to flesh without mercy. Some people held on to a magical weapon tightly and refused to let go, even if they were pulled and dragged by others. Some people even drew their weapons and fought against others.

However, in this chaotic scene, Zhao Kongfeng appeared exceptionally calm.

He was like a bystander, quietly falling to the back of the crowd without making a sound.

While everyone was immersed in the frenzy of snatching, no one noticed.

His eyes were cold and calm, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Kongfeng turned around slowly and returned the way he came without hesitation, his steps light and quick.

He pressed a secret compartment on the wall beside him, then walked towards the northwest passage, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.

As he walked, he muttered to himself, "What a bunch of fools! They are not worthy of being descendants of the dynasty. I just made up a reason and they believed it. They are so stupid."

"These skills... hehe, compared to what I'm about to get, they're nothing."

"By the time you discover the truth, you will probably be dead!"

A scornful smile appeared on Zhao Kongfeng's face, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule towards everyone.

(End of this chapter)