"Go, go, go..." Lao Qian kicked the Vulcan Guard: "I'm just taking a rest, there's no point in paying attention."

Mei Xin'er's face turned red when he said that, but Xie Bangui turned to Tang Jinghong as if nothing had happened and said: "Brother Jinghong, we have won two out of three games. Can we go to the tomb?"

"Well..." Tang Jinghong said hesitantly: "You did win two games, but if you are sent to the tomb before the competition is over, it seems that the Tang Sect will not be able to live with it, right?"

Fatty Gao was the first to say: "It has nothing to do with me if we were in trouble in the past. We have to do serious things now. If the Tang Sect is not sincere, we should tell you earlier. We came to Sichuan in a hurry, and you still pushed back and blocked us. Isn't it..."

Xie Bangui was afraid that the tall fat man might make mistakes if he said too much, so he raised his hand to stop the fat man, and faced Tang Jinghong and said, "I really want to know why the Tang Sect wants to compete again?"

"For the Tang Sect's face!" Tang Jinghong gritted his teeth and said, "The Tang Sect cannot retreat without a fight."

Xie Bangui sneered and said: "Since you have already said this, there is no harm in having another contest. We will wait for you here tomorrow."

After saying that, he strode away without looking back. When Tang Jinghong saw that Xie Bangui agreed to continue the competition, he was relieved. He glanced in the direction of the elders with a complicated expression, and walked away alone without greeting anyone, with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Fatty Gao returned to the room, he couldn't help but said: "Brother, we have already won, why did you agree to let them compete again?"

Xie Bangui poured himself a cup of tea first and said: "They must have a purpose in insisting on another contest. In all likelihood, they are stalling for time. I bet that if we don't compete in this contest, they will definitely move out and need comfort."

Reasons like ancestors will delay us for a few more days."

Fatty Gao said blankly: "Why is this? If you go in early and come in late, don't you just go in?"

Xie Bangui thought for a moment and said, "Because the Tang Sect didn't want us to enter the ancestral mausoleum, they delayed it deliberately. I think they were waiting for something that would be enough to deter Uncle Zhang and their reinforcements, right?"

"What kind of support can they have?" Lao Qian asked sharply: "Could it be that the Seven Sages of the Tang Sect are still alive?"

Xie Bangui said with a bitter smile: "Even if not all are alive, there should be three to five still alive. Otherwise, Uncle Zhang and the four of them cannot be suppressed, and their delay will be meaningless."

Xie Bangui walked to the corner and squatted down. He said loudly to the people in the corner: "Brother below, aren't you tired of standing around all the time? You can come out and listen to us."

Fatty Gao was startled: "Is there someone down there? Tang Menta is not a good person..."

The tall fat man was cursing vigorously when Tang Jinghong, with a wry smile on his face, opened the door and walked in. He said in an extremely awkward manner: "I'm not disturbing anyone, are you?"

Xie Bangui smiled and said, "Brother Jinghong, what advice do you have?"

"I don't dare to talk about advice in front of you. The thoughts of everyone in the Tang Sect have not been hidden from your eyes. Who dares to give you advice!" Tang Jinghong smiled bitterly: "Actually, I came here to inform a few people. I can do it tomorrow.

Entering the Tang Clan Ancestral Tomb."

"Oh?" Xie Bangui said with great interest: "The Seven Saints are back?"

"I came out of seclusion. Just an hour ago." Tang Jinghong shook his head and said: "Several uncles are more supportive of the agreement made by the family head and you before this, so they directly canceled tomorrow's competition."

Xie Bangui asked: "Who will follow us into the ancestral mausoleum tomorrow?"

Tang Jinghong said: "This is Tang Sect's Commander-in-Chief, and the notary is Master Kuhai and several of his disciples. As for you, you can make your own arrangements."

"Then let's all go." Xie Bangui asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Someone among the Seven Saints should have gone to the Zheng family, right?"

"Went to the Four Saints!" Although Tang Jinghong didn't mean to hide it, he did not specify how many saints came out. It was obvious that there were masters in charge of the Tang Sect.

The Seven Sages of the Tang Sect were not only numerous masters in the world, but several of them had also served as factory guards, and were even higher than Mu San in terms of seniority. The release of the Seven Sages completely broke the advantage that Xie Bangui had worked so hard to create before. Therefore,

He must find a way to regain the advantage.

While Xie Bangui was thinking, the sky gradually turned white, and Tang Jinghong also arrived as promised. He led Xie Bangui and others to the edge of a lake, pointed to the island in the middle of the lake and said: "The ancestral mausoleum of the Tang clan is on the island.

, whether you can go in, or how you come out after going in, depends on Brother Xie's methods."

Xie Bangui said with a pun: "Brother Jing Hong, don't worry, our Gui Yamen has many means."

"Then I wish Brother Xie good luck!" Tang Jinghong bowed his hand to Xie Bangui and turned around neatly. Apart from Tang Shuai, Tang Bing, and Tang Shi, not even a single Tang Sect disciple was left at the scene.

Looking over from where Xie Bangui was standing, he could only see a palace roughly hidden in the mist. The rest of the things were covered by the dense fog. Xie Bangui said to himself: "The ancestral mausoleum of the Tang Sect is a

palace?"

Tang Shuai nodded and said: "That's true. Legend has it that it can still allow people to come in and out."

Xie Bangui's eyes moved from the height to the lifeless lake: "I'm afraid this lake is not that simple, right?"

Tang Shuai said: "There is a naturally formed poisonous miasma in the lake. If you are not a person who has been around poisonous substances all year round, it will be difficult to pass through the lake even if you have poison repellent."

"Is it as simple as poisonous miasma?"

The miasma within a radius of several miles can indeed scare ordinary tomb robbers, but it is a bit weak for tomb robber masters, so Xie Bangui has this question.

Tang Shuai pointed to the stone platform a mile away, whose outline could be barely discerned, and said: "I have only been there. It is the place where Tang disciples worship their ancestors. I don't know what is there further inside."

Xie Bangui asked again: "What is on the back side of this lake?"

"There is a swamp on the back, and the poisonous miasma there is even denser than this. Even the Seven Saints of the Tang Sect cannot pass through."

"Understood!" Xie Bangui nodded to Lao Qian.

Lao Qian took an iron-billed golden eagle from the Vulcan Guard, took out a long roll of string like a kite and tied it to the golden eagle's feet, then raised his hand and whistled, driving the golden eagle to fly towards the center of the lake.

After the golden eagle flew more than ten feet against the lake water, its speed began to slow down. After another three feet, although the golden eagle was still flying, it no longer had the heroic posture of the eagle flapping its wings. It flew like a drunk duck.

Just as ridiculous and pitiful.

The golden eagle let out a mournful cry, flapped its wings vigorously and flew a few feet, and suddenly it fell into the water with a "thud" like a stone.

Lao Qian quickly retracted the kite string with quick hands and raised the dead eagle in front of his eyes. Before he could see what was going on, the eagle's legs tied by the kite string fell off like rotten meat.

The black-gray flesh at the fracture looked like a carrion that had rotted for several months. It was not only bloodless but also extremely stinky. The unprepared Vulcan Guard took in a breath of stinky smell, became dizzy, foamed at the mouth, and passed out.

"Feed them antidote pills!"

Xie Bangui squatted down, took a dagger and cut the dead eagle in half from head to toe. Using the tip of the knife, a mass of mud-like internal organs jumped out of the dead eagle's cavity and looked at it carefully: "Poison

Miasma can not only be inhaled into the body through the mouth and nose, but can also penetrate the skin

Skin. Old money, you get another eagle. Xin'er, take a detoxifying pill prepared by Ji Bo and divide it into three parts. Take one part orally, put a small part into the nose, and turn the rest into water and soak it in the flying eagle.

After putting about half a stick of incense on your body, release the eagle."

After half a stick of incense, the golden eagle soaked in antidote pills fluttered out from Lao Qian's hand. It was obviously much luckier than its companions and landed directly on the platform in the lake.

Tang Shuai looked at the golden eagle standing on the platform showing off its power, and murmured to himself: "No wonder Poison Tang Hui is afraid of Ji Wuxin, he is so good at detoxifying."

Xie Bangui and Lao Qian high-fived excitedly and said, "Each of us will be given three antidote pills and we will set off as soon as we are ready."

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