Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Needless to say, I have no doubts about Mr. Zhang's character."

"But as the law enforcer of the Rebel Clan, I also have my own persistence!"

Han Yue replied in a condensed voice, with a look of determination on her face.

Seeing that they could not persuade Han Yue's stubborn temper, Yuan Qing and Xu Wanjin looked at each other and saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

"You don't need to say any more. I understand what Brother Hanyue means, and I can understand it too."

"But the Immortal Tomb is also very important to me. If this matter makes it difficult for everyone..."

Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but groaned when he said this.

When Xu Wanjin and Yuan Qing saw this, a light flashed in their eyes, thinking that Zhang Yifeng would give in on the matter.

However, what Zhang Yifeng said next made the atmosphere instantly cool down.

"Then I can only take Zhirou away and find a way to enter the Immortal Tomb on my own."

"Although we will be together at that time, if there is any obstruction, I, Zhang Yifeng, will not show mercy."

"This is also my insistence!"

Zhang Yifeng said loudly, looking at Han Yue, his eyes flickered with light.

Hearing this, Xu Wanjin and Yuan Qing's expressions suddenly changed.

It was clear that they were comrades who advanced and retreated together before, but how did they end up in this situation in the blink of an eye?

"Okay, Mr. Zhang is indeed responsible!"

"It just so happened that the previous battle with Mr. Zhang had no result. I am looking forward to fighting with Mr. Zhang with all my strength again!"

Han Yue's eyes also lit up with a strong fighting spirit, and she shouted with great vigor.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the bureau was becoming tense, Mr. Jinghong, who was sitting in a high position, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Calm down, Hanyue, you are a little too concerned about the forbidden area."

"Although it is the duty of our Rebel Clan to protect the forbidden area, the most important thing to us, the Rebel Clan, is not these dead objects!"

"During these years of being imprisoned by Feiyu, I finally realized that friends and family are what our Rebel Clan cherishes."

Mr. Jinghong stood up from his high position, hammered the scepter in his hand on the ground, and shouted loudly.

In an instant, the approachable feeling of Mr. Jinghong disappeared, replaced by the full power of a superior.

"this…"

Seeing that the old patriarch was angry, the insistence on Han Yue's face eased.

He lowered his head and did not reply, but slowly retreated and returned to Xu Wanjin and Yuan Qing.

Immediately Xu Wanjin and Yuan Qing stood directly next to Han Yue and began to whisper in his ear.

After Jinghong glanced at the situation on their side, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

However, he did not criticize Luo Hanyue again, because this move was not a wrong behavior.

"I'm sorry, Zhang Xiaoyou, I made you a little embarrassed."

Mr. Jinghong apologized to Zhang Yifeng in a sincere tone.

"Senior Jinghong, there is no need to apologize. As I said just now, I know that Brother Hanyue is so insistent because of his duty."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head upon hearing this and replied calmly.

"Well, let's not talk about it then."

"I was just interrupted by Han Yue, that brat. Now I can tell you my thoughts, Zhang Xiaoyou."

"I know that Zhang Xiaoyou came here for the Immortal Tomb. At the same time, I have no intention of stopping Zhang Xiaoyou from entering the Immortal Tomb."

"It's just that the Immortal Tomb cannot be opened at will, otherwise a terrible disaster will occur to the entire Rebel Clan."

"I can take Xiaoyou Zhang to explore outside the Immortal Tomb first, and then tell Xiaoyou Zhang a story about the Immortal Tomb."

"After hearing this, if Zhang Xiaoyou still wants to enter the Immortal Tomb, I will not stop him."

Jinghong stepped down from his high position, came to Zhang Yifeng with a scepter in hand, and said in a solemn voice.

After Zhang Yifeng thought for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

Judging from Jinghong's appearance, it didn't look like he was going to make fun of him. If so, why should Zhang Yifeng refuse?

Seeing Zhang Yifeng agree, Jinghong showed a smile and turned around to a corner of the hall.

"I don't know if Feiyu has discovered this place."

After murmuring, Jinghong picked up the scepter and pointed it at the wall in front of him.

The next moment, the wall in front of him suddenly trembled, and then slowly fell down.

Finally, a secret passage appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this secret passage, even Han Yue, who had stayed in the walled city for the longest time and had been to the main hall the most times, couldn't help but look surprised.

"Come in."

Jinghong looked at the secret passage in front of him, a hint of melancholy suddenly appeared on his old face.

With a sound, he took the lead and stepped into the deep secret passage.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng didn't hesitate much, took Su Zhirou's little hand and walked into the secret passage together.

Hanyue and the other two people behind him looked around and then followed.

The last person walking was Xu Wanjin. He was about to enter the secret passage, but suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being pulled.

Looking back, he saw Xiao Jin looking at the secret passage with a timid expression, obviously not daring to enter.

Seeing Xiao Jin's expression, Xu Wanjin's eyes flickered slightly.

After thinking again and again, he still picked up Xiao Jin and entered the secret passage to follow the others.

Xiao Jin, on the other hand, buried his head tightly on Xu Wanjin's chest, not daring to raise his head to look around.

I don’t know what is in this secret passage that makes Xiao Jin so scared.

Jinghong, who was at the forefront, led everyone along and finally reached the lowest end of the secret passage.

Zhang Yifeng followed behind, stood still on the ground and raised his head to look around.

It looked like there was an altar underneath the secret passage, with murals carved in all directions.

To his eyes, the murals seemed to tell a story.

Walking around these murals, Zhang Yifeng finally stopped in front of a mural.

On this mural, there is a scene of a battle between two parties.

One of them is an immortal who is full of immortality and righteousness, and the other is a ferocious beast and monster with a changeable appearance.

Looking at the square mural, Zhang Yifeng's eyes flashed with light, as if he thought of something.

"Senior Jinghong, where is this place?"

He turned back and looked at Mr. Jinghong, who was already standing in the center of the altar.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, looking at you, it seems that you have already expected something."

"Yes, this place is the holy land of our Rebel Clan. Only the patriarchs of the past generations can set foot here."

"And the murals here record the biggest secret of our Rebel Clan, our origins."

Mr. Jinghong looked at the murals around him with emotion on his face.

On the other hand, Han Yu, who was very curious about all this, was shocked after hearing these words.

Prepare to exit this place immediately.

After all, this is the secret holy land of the Rebel Clan, how can one enter it so casually?

"Wait a minute, Hanyue, you brats, don't worry."