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Chapter seven hundred and seventy-third the death of the old man(2/2)

"I heard that there are many ruins in this ancient forbidden area. Are you not curious and don't plan to explore?" The woman was a little troubled when Chen Feng kept flying.

"What's the use of getting a few regional opportunities? Long before I entered the ancient war forbidden area, I regarded this forbidden area as a whole. If I want to get the greatest benefit, I must find the source of the forbidden area." Chen Feng determined that the depths of the ancient war mountains had no intention of exploring various areas in the forbidden area.

After a stick of incense, the woman with anxiety on her face was a little difficult to keep up with Chen Feng. As she was gradually pulled away, the mountains gradually changed vitally and were no longer so silent.

Seeing that there was a large gravel pit in an ancient mountain range, there were many buildings on the edges. Chen Feng's one-eyed look couldn't help but surprise, and his flying figure slowed down a little.

"It seems to be a large mine, and unlike the gathering place of monks, the giant pit mine should belong to a single force." The lame woman who finally caught up with Chen Feng said to him in a low voice.

"Mine? It looks pretty good."

Found that there were enslaved monks working hard at the bottom of the Giant Kiln Mine, Chen Feng had already swept towards a tower-shaped building on the edge of the Giant Kiln.

"Where is Tiansui Sect, outsiders are not allowed to break in..."

Before Chen Feng could approach the tower, a man's deep shout sounded.

"Tiansui Zong?"

The expression on Chen Feng's face was a little strange when he was quickly blocking the flight route. He was just blocked by a spirit-covered gauze hat, which made people unable to see clearly.

"Has the most important sect of the Western Ancient Spiritual Realm actually engaged in mining transactions in the ancient war forbidden area?" Chen Feng looked at the enslaved monks in the Jukeng mine, and they all felt like they were taller.

"Who are you? Sign up."

Seeing Chen Feng wearing a straw hat not speaking, the man in the black robe seemed more cautious and shouted at him and Lu Xiaomei who came later.

"I am the old friend of your Sect Master Hong Suihui. Let that bull's nose come out." Chen Feng's light words made the man in black robe look tight.

"Master, he is no longer alive. The Tiansui Sect is very different from the past. Please come down to speak." A man's words sounded from the tower at the edge of the huge pit, but he was not moved.

"Not alive?"

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel moved by the man in the tower.

When he was in the Western Ancient Spiritual Realm, Chen Feng and Hong Suihui occasionally had contact and became enemies, and that old guy also brought him a lot of pressure.

However, compared with the passage of time, the right and wrong in the past have become a passing cloud. Now even the leader of Tiansui Hong Suihui has passed away. It is hard for Chen Feng to imagine how many people he once knew can survive tenaciously.

Hearing the invitation from the tower, the man in black robe no longer stopped him.

In fact, when Chen Feng said that he was Hong Suihui's old friend, the man in black robe was already secretly shocked, and his attitude towards him changed, but he just didn't show it.

"I shouldn't have had the chance to get in touch with the upper-level figures in the cultivation world, right? In the Western Ancient Spirit Realm, I have a very broad relationship and I know many strong people. Who can't sell me aside?" Chen Feng smiled unscrupulously at Lu Xiaomei before entering the tower.
Chapter completed!
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