The plane set down in the morning of the third day. Ye Yeh Heng and they found that several planes had stopped at the airport.

Ye Ziheng turned his head and looked around. The vast expanse of grassland was grassland, but the grassland was not lush or even rustled. There were no buildings except a huge palace with a historical sense behind him.

"It seems that someone came earlier than us."

Qin Feng took a look at the next few planes, but did not say much. He took ye Ziheng and others and walked to the huge palace beside him.

is as like as two peas in the White Palace. The two guards are wearing a white coat. They are carrying a rifle in their hands. They are carrying a magic weapon of the same quality, and the preparation of the three products is more or less the same.

"Black Humen is so rich."

A disciple looked at the uniform second class equipment on the back of these guards and couldn't help feeling.

You know, in the tianxingmen, many disciples of the third level can't even use magic weapons. Even if they can, they will be of first grade at most. Only a few of them can wear second grade magic weapons if they really have a "mine".

Qin Feng listened, but he chuckled and shook his head.

"If we find such a tomb of martial arts and Taoism in tianxingmen, not to mention the second grade magic weapon, it's not a problem for the guards to give them one third grade magic weapon."

Ye Ziheng heard this, but also felt true. After all, compared with the tombs of martial arts and Taoism, the magic weapons of only two or three grades are nothing, especially those who may have reached a hopeless situation before their lives. The tombs built by them are so huge that there are not few good things in them. It is possible to explore the magic weapons of five or six grades at random.

Of course, the premise is to have that life to explore.

After seeing Qin Feng, the guards saluted Qin Feng one after another. Their eyes were filled with awe. The simple weak looked at the strong in awe. But in addition to awe, ye Ziheng found another thing in their eyes, jealousy.

But is this also a normal phenomenon? The weak envy the strong. As a general in ancient China said, "a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier." Only when the weak feel the strength of the strong and feel the pressure, can they find the motivation to become stronger.

Just walked to the gate of the hall, ye Ziheng raised his eyes to look inside, and saw the crowd not far from the front.

There were more than a dozen of them standing together, and there was a certain distance between them. At a glance, they knew that they belonged to different sects.

After hearing ye Ziheng's movements, they raised their eyes one after another. When they saw Qin Feng, their faces showed a welcome smile. However, how much of this was sincere and how many were just playing games was unknown.

"Well, headmaster Qin, you are a busy man."

An old man in a brown robe looks at Qin Feng and others with a smile full of fun on his face.

The old man then glanced at Ye Heng who followed him in front of him. After looking at all the people, his eyes fell on ye Ziheng and his face showed a trace of undisguised ridicule.

"Why can't you, master Qin, even make up ten disciples of Wupin state? He even brought a four level realm. Is the star gate really empty? "

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