Whether it was the things that Jiang Feng threw out when he was digging a hole on the ground before, or the things that flew out from the tomb and inside the tomb, they were all magic weapons that had lost their spirituality and turned into scrap metal. Even if they were recast, they were useless. Only the golden giant sword that Jiang Feng dragged out of the tomb, he could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.

Originally, Jiang Feng didn't know that there was something on the ground under his feet. He was rubbing his feet with his feet and laying something under a thin layer of soil. He dug it up in a row, but it turned out that there seemed to be more things underneath. After one blow, a grave appeared.

Jiang Feng dragged the giant sword out of the tomb, and then put the hilt on his shoulder. Then he looked at the monks from Ziyang Palace in the air, as if waiting for them to take action.

At this time, the matter was already understood. The people in Ziyang Palace thought there might be something here, so they wanted to occupy this place. Jiang Feng didn't expect that they would find it. Not only did they not give him face to Ziyang Palace, they also dug out the things in person.

"This cannot be the tomb of the King of Thieves, and the tomb of the King of Thieves cannot be so small. It cannot be just these dilapidated ones. Judging from the behavior of the monks in Ziyang Palace, they must have found that there is something wrong with this place and they want to occupy it. Could it be that there are places like this, other places? And it has been discovered by the monks." Jiang Feng muttered in his heart.

"Now you still have time to think about this. Look at the sword in your hand, you are in trouble." Lan Wu's voice sounded in Jiang Feng's heart.

Jiang Feng raised his two empty hands, looked at them, and said in his heart: "I have nothing in my hand."

Lan Wu really wanted to jump out and beat Jiang Feng up. This was targeted by many monks, and Jiang Feng was still in the mood to joke here. He was really heartless and not afraid of death.

At this moment, a voice sounded and said, "This fellow Taoist, I was a monk from my Ziyang Palace just now, so I'm reckless. Please don't mind. I'll take my disciples here to apologize to my fellow Taoist."

When the sound rang, a middle-aged monk appeared about ten meters in front of Jiang Feng. All the monks from Ziyang Palace also fell behind this person. I guess this person is also from Ziyang Palace, and his cultivation is not weak, and his identity should be extraordinary.

"There are all misunderstandings there and there. Senior, don't be so polite." Jiang Feng said as he took the opportunity to get down to the donkey.

The monk from Ziyang Palace laughed twice, and then said, "I don't know if this giant sword in my friend's hand is willing to sell it. I'm willing to offer a good price."

Jiang Feng glanced at the giant sword that was placed on his shoulder. Before Jiang Feng could speak, two figures suddenly flashed in the air, one of which said, "Xu Cheng, do you even want something from my Golden Ding Sword Sect?"

With the sound of this, more than a dozen monks with golden swords embroidered on their clothes appeared. They all stood behind the two monks who appeared before and looked at the people in Ziyang Palace.

"Golden Ding Sword Sect, the Nine Heavenly Gate. Could that sword really be from the Golden Ding Sword Sect?" A casual cultivator whispered.

The monk from Ziyang Palace laughed twice, then said, "What are you saying about Fellow Daoist Zhang? Cheng just saw that this giant sword is good and wants to sell it. Why do you want to say something from the Golden Ding Sword Sect?"

"Hmph, don't pretend to be confused. Don't tell me that you didn't recognize that it was the giant golden sword used by my senior Jinding Sword Sect." said a monk named Zhang from Jinding Sword Sect.

"Jujue Golden Sword? Is this the famous Jujue Golden Sword? I really didn't expect it." Xu Cheng from Ziyang Palace said with a look of surprise.

Many of the casual cultivators around also showed a look of surprise. Many people started talking. Jiang Feng looked at the golden sword on his shoulder and thought to himself that this thing was a giant golden sword, but how could I remember that this thing was stolen by the King of Thieves a long time ago.

The monk surnamed Zhang from the Golden Ding Sword Sect snorted coldly again, and then said to Jiang Feng: "Fellow Taoist, the sword in your hand is the thing that was stolen by the thief king in the past. It has not been retrieved for many years. Please ask the fellow Taoist to sell me the Golden Ding Sword Sect for a face and return this sword to me."

After hearing this, Jiang Feng nodded, then quickly shook his head again. He took the giant sword from his shoulder and dragged it behind him, as if he wanted to hide it. But this thing was so big that it could not be hidden unless it was put into the storage bag.

"Does fellow Taoist not want to?" said the monk surnamed Zhang frowned. At the same time, his own breath pressed towards Jiang Feng.

The monk surnamed Zhang only vented a part of his aura, and Jiang Feng felt uncomfortable all over. Jiang Feng, who was unable to stand firmly, also took two steps back.

"Okay, you say it's yours, it's yours. Whoever has the biggest fist these days will have the right to speak. Give it to you." Jiang Feng said, throwing the golden sword over. After throwing it over, he did something disappointed. Then he went to the cracked grave to look at it.

"There is nothing left, so pitiful." Jiang Feng sighed and walked to the side.

The monk named Zhang from the Golden Ding Sword Sect seemed very happy after he caught the giant sword thrown by Jiang Feng. He held the giant sword in one hand and waved it gently. The golden light on the golden sword also became stronger. The monk named Zhang also became even happier. As for Jiang Feng who had already walked away, the monk named Zhang would not care about it.

The monks around them thought that a good show was about to end. Suddenly, the giant sword in the hand of the monk named Zhang broke into a pile of fragments after the golden light suddenly surged. The monk named Zhang, who was holding the hilt of the sword, was stunned.

"I deserve it, who asked you to steal my stuff?" Jiang Feng, who had already walked away, muttered in his heart without looking back. Although he had not carefully studied the giant sword, he also noticed that the giant sword seemed to have some problems. Unexpectedly, the giant sword had been damaged long ago. The golden light was just its last power emitting.

"Let's go." Xu Cheng from Ziyang Palace said. He took the monks from Ziyang Palace and slowly flew away. The other monks around him also fell back to their own places. The monks surnamed Zhang from the Golden Ding Sword Sect had their faces dark, and they were obviously very unhappy.

Although the golden sword was destroyed, the monk surnamed Zhang could not cause trouble for Jiang Feng. Because as long as he was a sensible person, he could see that the golden sword was destroyed by his own problem, not Jiang Feng did it. Besides, Jiang Feng could not do it, and no one would believe that a casual cultivator in the early stage of Guji dared to offend the Golden Ding Sword Sect, one of the nine heavenly gates.

Walking swayingly, Jiang Feng found another place to stop. This place was a thousand meters away from where he was before. There were even fewer monks here. Jiang Feng thought about resting here. After a while, he saw what was lively here, and then he hurried away.

He was also alert to the monks of Ziyang Palace, and felt that the monks of Ziyang Palace would not let him go. Jiang Feng was also a little unhappy. When he stopped, he kicked a stone that was raised up and the size of a steamed bun. He wanted to vent his depressed mood, but he didn't expect that the stone was kicked away when he kicked it down, and a purple light shot out from under the stone. The purple light quickly spread out in a fan shape, and soon turned into a large purple light.

The purple light soared into the sky, and it was impossible for monks to discover it. In fact, many monks discovered it at the first time. These monks were originally here to hunt for treasures, but now they see a large number of purple lights appearing, so they will naturally come over.

The purple light did not last long. When the purple light disappeared, there were already many monks around Jiang Feng. They were all looking at the place where Jiang Feng stood. A small pit had formed where Jiang Feng had just kicked the stone away. Jiang Feng stood on the many items in the small pit.

"Isn't that the person who found the Jujue Golden Sword just now? Why did he find other things so quickly?" A monk recognized Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't expect this to be the result. He kicked the pile of things under his feet that looked like magic weapons. Then he looked up at the many monks flying around him, then lowered his head and searched the pile of things under his feet for a while, and found some medium-grade spirit stones and an incense burner with three wisps of purple smoke.

"Does this thing have a master? If not, I will take it back to smoke the mosquitoes?" Jiang Feng held the incense burner with his left hand, pointed at the incense burner with his right hand, aimed at it everywhere, and asked softly, as if he was afraid that he would be eaten by the people around him.
Chapter completed!