The door here was opened by someone else.

This is the only thought in ye Ziheng's mind at this moment. He remembers that the tiger king once told them that they were not the first people to come here. Moreover, judging from the appearance of the king tiger and his attitude towards them, he thought that the time between those people and them would not be too long. Could it be that they opened the door here?

In addition, the tiger king speaks Chinese, which is very important. Because the brain development of martial arts people is more powerful, it will take about a month for a warrior with the top six grades to learn a language.

The tiger king is a monster. It's more troublesome to learn a language that is not of his own. A conservative estimate is that he has stayed here for at least three months.

Finally, it's about Chinese. Ye Ziheng remembers that the map in the hands of the Nuofu family was bought from an old Chinese man who can speak Chinese. Since the old man has accurate maps and methods to open the ruins, will the man who came into the ruins mentioned in the tiger king's mouth also be the old man?

Innumerable problems mingle in ye Ziheng's mind, just like a thread without a head. They are interlaced and mixed with each other, without any clue.

But now, at least one thing ye Ziheng can be sure of. That is, no matter whether the place has been visited before, it still has one of the most precious treasures in the ruins, because the treasure plate in ye Ziheng's hand is still pointing straight to the direction behind the door.

"Let's go."

Ye Ziheng said a word, and then he was the first to go out, and then the people behind him were like an eagle catching a chick behind the mother of a chicken. He consciously formed a line and followed ye Ziheng.

But when ye Heng and others walked into the gate, people, including ye Ziheng, were stunned by everything inside.

Because inside the gate, there is nothing but a few decorations.

"What's the matter! What's going on here! Our magic weapon! What about martial arts! What about the skills! Where is our treasure

Jeff couldn't help coming out and yelling. His face was full of anger and his fists were clenched. The whole man was so angry.

"Damn it! I knew there was no good thing in a yellow dog

Jeff angrily cursed that he didn't care about ye Ziheng and the disciples of tianxingmen. Zhang Kou came and even began to cast a vicious look at ye Ziheng and others.

"You are all Chinese, say! Did you collude with us to cheat us

Jeff's whole person has lost his mind. Ye Ziheng, who had never dared to provoke before, now refers to roaring in front of his eyes.

Ye Ziheng's brow sank slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to warn Jeff.

"You'd better put your hand down."

Ye Ziheng said faintly, but there was still an unstoppable murderous spirit in the tone.

But Jeff was still fearless. Eighteen years later, he was a hero again. He still pointed to ye Ziheng's nose and said in a strange way.

"How can you get a yellow dog? Do you still want to bite people?"

As soon as the words fell, ye Ziheng suddenly reached out and pinched it on Jeff's neck. Then he lifted him up and smashed his back to the ground.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Jeff's whole body straightened, and the expression on his face was frozen.

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