Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

After walking for a full half-quarter of an hour.

Hu Guohua was panting like an ox and sweating profusely, but he was still holding on and pointed to a forest in front of him.

Hear this.

Yang Fang didn't dare to delay at all.

One ducked into the forest.

After entering, he suddenly discovered that there was an ancient pavilion in the forest, but it had collapsed long ago, leaving only a few piled rocks.

"At the bottom of the mountain?"

Hear footsteps behind him.

Yang Fang didn't even turn his head, but pointed at the rocks with a surprised look on his face and asked.

"Yes, Brother Yang...those beasts trapped Master Yuan Kong in the stone well."

Hu Guohua nodded with red eyes.

He and Yuan Kong have known each other for many years.

Not to mention the personal relationship between the two.

The common people in the counties around Dongting Lake don't know that Master Yuankong is a bodhisattva with a heart that helps the world and saves the people.

Every time of famine.

Not only will the incense money be used to buy food for disaster relief.

They would also lobby big families to open warehouses to store grain.

In addition, his own Dharma is profound.

It has an excellent reputation in Dongting Lake.

But such a person is now being forced to stay in a stone well for several days by people of the Jushi lineage, without food or drink, and in darkness for 240 days. Even a strong man cannot bear it.

"Damn."

It was Yang Fang who heard the news.

He couldn't help but frown.

Not daring to delay, he jumped into the rock in one step and looked down. Sure enough, along the gap, he could see a dark and deep ancient well underneath.

A faint sound of chanting can also be heard.

It's just that the voice is weak and weak.

"Master Yuan Kong?"

He shouted down the well.

"Amitabha."

Hearing the voice coming from above his head, Monk Yuankong silently recited the Buddha's name.

Hear movement.

Without any hesitation, Yang Fang pulled out the four-sided whip that was slung behind him.

Hit those rocks hard.

boom--

The strength contained in the iron whip exploded.

The unique Dongting Stone of Dongting Lake was instantly broken into pieces.

Blink of an eye.

The wellhead sealed under the rock was revealed in their sight.

Yang Fang looked down.

Because he was born with night eyes.

Even though it was dark at the bottom of the well, he could still see the figure hanging in the air with his hands locked by iron chains in the water prison at a glance.

"Mr. Hu, you stay up there to take care of the situation, and I'll go down to save people."

See this situation.

Yang Fang's face became even more ugly.

Few martial arts warriors could withstand this kind of torture.

What's more, Master Yuankong is already 70 years old.

Those sectarians should be damned!

"Okay, Brother Yang, please be careful..."

At this moment, Hu Guohua was already in a state of confusion. Without any hesitation, he immediately agreed.

Not a single sentence was finished.

Yang Fangren had already jumped into the well.

His whole body is devoted to lightness, and his body is agile and nimble, just like a civet cat in the mountains.

see this scene.

Hu Guohua's eyes widened.

I felt like I could barely catch my breath.

Hurry and lie down outside the wellhead.

looked down.

I saw Yang Fang climbing down quickly on the smooth and wet mirror-like well wall.

There was no obstacle at all.

Like a gecko.

Not only him.

Yuan Kong, who opened his eyes and looked up, was also shocked.

He had only heard of such amazing wall-walking skills in the world of martial arts.

It is said that in Changsha City, a group of local masters formed a force to guard the nine gates. All antiques and artifacts coming in and out must pass through their hands before they can be released.

Yuan Kong doesn’t know much about Daodou Xing.

But I heard that the second-ranked one among them was a famous actor in the Flower Drum Opera in Changsha City.

Amazing kungfu.

When going down to the tomb to fight upside down, I always use only a bamboo pole, and my movements are smooth and smooth.

Now this person is in front of me.

It seems to be on par with February Red.

As he marveled.

Yang Fangren had already pressed against the wall of the well and appeared above Master Yuankong.

Two iron locks.

One end locked his wrist.

The other end was driven into the wall.

No matter how good your kung fu is, it will be difficult to break away like this.

but……

This does not trouble Yang Fang.

His energy and blood were as powerful as the tide.

He just glanced at the figure below and said, "Master Yuankong, please bear with me for a while. I will pull out the iron chain for you first."

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He grabbed a piece of iron chain with his right hand, wrapped it in his hand, and then exerted force.

Only a dull loud bang was heard.

The long nail that was driven deep into the gap between the stone bricks of the well wall was actually pulled out by him.

Stone chips were flying everywhere, and dust was flying.

The next moment, he repeated his old trick and pulled out another section of the chain.

Then he let go and his whole body fell into the well with a thud.

This ancient well has been abandoned for many years.

Although the bottom of the well is also connected to Dongting Lake, the bottom of the well has already been buried by silt and gravel.

Others are standing in the well.

The well water only reached the trouser legs.

"Master Yuankong, how are you?"

Yuan Kong, who was suddenly freed from his shackles and trapped for several days without eating a drop of rice, felt weak all over and fell forward.

Yang Fang still has quick eyes and quick hands.

Hold him up.

"nothing."

"Thank you, Lord, for saving your life."

"It's a trivial matter. Master, please don't say anything. I'll take you out first."

After confirming that he was just tired and hungry, Yang Fang's hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.

Simultaneously.