Chapter 170 (1/2)

With a lesson from the past, the Tianmen owner hesitated whether to open the box cover now.

Of course, Li Fulin would not harm him in front of so many people.

But the contents of the box must be of great importance, otherwise the Lord of Cambridge would not be so reckless and run away.

Since it is an important thing, tianmenzhu certainly does not want to open it in front of the public. What if it is coveted by others?

But now, people's eyes are focused on the box, it seems that he can't open it. The master took a deep breath and slowly lifted up the lid of the box.

Other people's eyes were burning, staring at the lid, hoping to penetrate the lid to see what was inside.

The look of Tianmen is different from that of Kangbao. There was no expression on his face, but from his eyes we could see that his mood had changed from shock to doubt to sudden change.

What the hell did he see!

”Master Tian?” Peng Yihui couldn't help it. He stretched his neck and tried to take a look without trace.

Tianmen took the initiative to make extremely fast, ”pa” a sound to cover the box.

The people watched him stand up without saying a word. He bowed to Li Fulin, held the wooden box tightly and turned away.

What's going on? Two groups of people have gone in a flash?

The rest of the people are scattered. Look at me and I look at you, and I have no confidence in the next situation.

What are the reasons why the Tianmen master and the Kangbao master left?

Will there be more of them coming out of the box?

Some people on our side have been fleeing in a row, even Zhenzhen fan can't sit still, let alone Peng Yihui, who came here purely because he didn't want to offend talents.

Although I didn't see what was in the box just now, some things don't need to be seen to know.

Peng Yihui's nose is very sensitive.

Just now he was close. Although he didn't see what was in the box, he smelled a different smell at the end of his nose when the box opened.

It was bloody, rusty, stale because it had been stored for too long, and there was something else he couldn't tell.

Whatever the contents of the box are, they should be old.

It's the same in the box of Lord Campbell.

Thinking of fan Zhenren, the reason why they came here today is that their ancestors were buried in the western regions. They didn't live or die, and they were conspired by Ji Zheng and Li Fulin. Peng Yihui felt that he could guess what was in the box.

Before today's visit, Peng Yihui was not familiar with Li Fulin, a real person who returned to the mountain, and did not attach much importance to it. In his opinion, everyone was scrambling to go higher. The headmaster of returning mountain, who was willing to live a secluded life, was nothing extraordinary. Even if he was famous when he was young, what was that? There are many young people who are proud of themselves. How many of them can really stand the test of years?

If you have real skills, you won't be as obscure as you are now.

But as soon as he got here today, Peng Yihui felt that his thinking was too simple.

How can you survive the disaster like that without some real skills? Besides, even if you look at Fang Yuwen's face, you can see that he is definitely not simple.

Although Huihui mountain is not well-known, Fang Yuwen is a famous prick and is not easy to provoke.

Maybe not today.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

Peng Yihui gives a wink to his younger brother, and the other party immediately understands.

It's better to get out of here in a reasonable and decent way.

After two helpers left, they were still two very effective helpers. Fan Zhenzhen almost forgot all the words he had just planned. He glanced at the head of the gate Zhou, who was sitting at the head of the gate, and motioned him to say something.

Zhou did not know what he was doing, but he did not know what he was doing.

Fan Zhenren was angry and a little flustered. He opened his mouth and said, ”Master Li...”

As a result, the conversation was interrupted at the beginning.

A young disciple rushed to the hall door, saluted and replied, ”master, I have something important to report.”

Fan Zhenren's words were so interrupted that his face suddenly turned ugly. He swept around the hall with a calm face, trying to find out whose disciple was so blind.

Peng Yihui asked with concern: ”what's the matter?”

The little disciple looked very flustered and stammered: ”Uncle Zhuang sent someone to report something important, but he was hurt again and couldn't take care of it. Please go back quickly without delay.”

Peng Yihui was very worried: ”your uncle Zhuang's old injury has broken out again? Did he say anything important? ”