Just when Tang Ning decided to take a risk and pulled the three uninformed partners around him to go deep into the unknown danger, the meeting room of the business guesthouse, the largest hotel in the county town, may be the last international conference, making the situation of Tang Ning and others who were completely uninformed became more dangerous.

"Gentlemen, please look at what I have in my hands." A white monk in his sixties from the "French Xunshan Secretary Society" raised the jadeite in his hand and looked around at the hundreds of people gathered here at this moment, especially a dozen Chinese people in the northeast corner. He retracted his eyes and said slowly: "This jadeite and the other three pieces, in the past four hours, we have conducted a precise analysis of it. From texture to shape and even the meaning of the patterns engraved on it, I think you have already had enough understanding..."

"Sir Fez, please forgive me. I interrupt you rashly, but the gentlemen here and I want to know, what do you want to express? The gentlemen here are all precious and do not want to waste time on listening to some meaningless words of yours." Captain Jones from the American "Sea Eagle" has obvious Indian characteristics, with wheat-colored skin, brown eyes, and a straight and tough tone. He seems to be not good at dealing with people and is not afraid of offending people. He looks only in his early forties, and is the most energetic age in a man's life. However, the research on him in various countries shows that the specific age of this person is unknown, and there is a lot of factual evidence that he participated in World War II and served as a close guard and bodyguard.

There is serious racial discrimination in American society, and they look down on immigrants from other countries, especially Mexicans. At home, whites are hostile to blacks and Indians, especially against Indians. They believe that they are inferior races who are barbaric and uncivilized and tarnish the excellent countries of the United States.

As a famous military general and a noble among the whites, MacArthur reused an Indian with rumors. It can be seen that Captain Jones himself must have something special and extraordinary.

After the end of World War II in 45 years, countries around the world signed the "five no violations" clause on overseas islands. Because the monks of Qimen had too strong destructive power, they stipulated that monks of any nationality, race, and any religious sect were not allowed to participate in conventional wars in the secular world. So far, the figures of Qimen monks were missing on local battlefields around the world.

Captain Jones also disappeared from people's sight since that time. Rumors were rumored that this man had werewolf blood, was cruel and blood-blooded, and his hands were stained with countless blood. In the Qimen world today, it is also a famous killing machine. Some people don't want to hear his words, but they must not ignore them. This old monk from France is one of them.

"Okay, since Captain Jones thinks I'm long-winded, then I'll just say it outright." Old monk Bai's eyes were sharp, and he looked directly at the dozen Chinese people in the northeast corner, all of whom were representatives of various sects in China, monks with heads and scars, old Taoists with buns and hairpins, minority monks with strange clothes, and representatives of casual monks with normal clothes who looked ordinary on the outside but had a powerful energy scent all over his body. The fat white man was also in it. He and the head of the "6o1 Unit" who were holding a cigarette pot, with drooping eyebrows, drooping eyes, sallow skin, thin and hunched, and still dressed in a native clothing, Ghost Chou, one of the heads of the "6o1 Unit", who was dressed in a rural dress, was the only official person present.

"That white-haired old guy wants to be humble, be careful." The white-haired man curled up his knees and sat on the chair, holding his legs in one hand, holding the copper rod jade mouth cigarette pot with the other hand, lowering his chin, squirting clouds and mist, completely ignoring the smell of smoke from the people around him. Gui Jianchou is born with a sick look, and his pitiful appearance is no better than a street beggar, but no one dares to underestimate him. Otherwise, people would not have forgotten his big name, but only remember the golden sign of Gui Jianchou. Gui Jianchou is worried when he sees him, let alone a human?

"Whatever, when it comes to being foolish, we Chinese have five thousand years of historical experience. We are the ancestors of this grandson. Are you afraid of him?" The fat white man sat bored on the chair, either twisting his waist or stretching his legs at any time. He was too fat, occupying space, and the chair was not small, but it was too narrow for him. He was squeezed and his armrests were stuck, and his back hurt, but he couldn't stand for a long time and lose face.

It seemed that he was not anxious, but he said it easily, but in fact he was very anxious. Tang Ning and his friends went to the lake, only he and Gui Jianchou around him, the old monster Zang Guba, who made all plans, and two members of the operation team. Only a few people knew about it. These foreigners were not fools. If they couldn't figure out something from a few pieces of jade, they would definitely be anxious. They would go to the lake again to inquire and break the barrier. His task was to delay time, try to delay as long as possible, and if they couldn't hold it back, they would make another benefit, and then follow them. At that time, Tang Ning and the others must have entered the ancient tomb.

Zang Guba said this. Fatty White chose to believe the words of this living Buddha. He could only believe it. The situation had already unfolded, and he could only go in the game and could not break it.

The key to everything now lies with Tang Ning. I hope this kid can try his best to seize the time and be quicker!

"French man, what are you looking at? Tell me quickly if you have something to say, and let go quickly if you have nothing to do." The person who spoke looked like an Yi man, in his thirties, with a leopard head and eyes, a beard all over his face, and a strong figure. He was not very smooth in Chinese. He could barely understand the general meaning.

The white monk from France shot over with sharp eyes, and the man's violent temper immediately became angry. He hugged his arms, his eyes widened, and he stared at him with murderous aura.

"I hope that all Chinese colleagues can be open and honest... to cooperate sincerely with all international allies, rather than continue to conceal and waste everyone's time."

There were three or four general translators present, each of whom was proficient in professional translations of several foreign languages, so there was no problem of communication barriers. After one party finished speaking, he would be translated out immediately. His expression and tone were also imitated, and he was worthy of being a major in the major.

The Frenchman's words immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Chinese monks present, those who were chanting Amitabha, those who were chanting, those who were swearing, those who were storming, and those who were surging, and the crowds were in a turbulent manner.

Without translation, he also knew that his words caused dissatisfaction and even anger among the Chinese. But he was not afraid, nor was he afraid of arousing public anger. In the words of the Chinese, everything was just a word of reason. Now, after studying Yu Nien, some foreigners were clamoring, and they did not see a few Chinese people participating in the discussion, and they did not give appropriate opinions.

From ancient times to the present, the cultivation system between the East and the West is generally like this. Western monks pay more attention to bloodline power and divine power. Bloodline power is easy to understand. The particularity of race and the special genes in the blood determine that they are born with powerful power that is different from ordinary people. Divine power, and believe in the gods to gain power. In reality, this is very fantasy, but in fact it exists. For example, the Holy See, their divine power is very powerful, so they regard themselves as divine servants, and are higher than any ethnic group in the world. God is the eldest, and they are the second.

In the East, especially in China, various schools of thought have their own systems and practices. They are as profound as the sea. One China has the sum of the world. Therefore, China can be regarded as an expert in the field of formation barriers. The Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Qimen Dunjia, Hetu Luoshu, etc., which are very mysterious and magical. Many Japanese schools are also good at various formation barriers, but in general, in this field, they must be Chinese.

If the Chinese make efforts, then the pieces of jadeite appearing in the lake are dispensable. As long as you break the barrier and enter the ancient tomb, what do you want? Why waste your time on a few pieces of jadeite that have no value in other aspects except for some archaeological value?

The things in the ancient tomb are everything! In order to set foot on the land of China, many treasures of heaven and earth took decades or even hundreds of years to accumulate. If you really get the secret technique of resurrection, all the efforts are worth it, even if you have more.

But now, the Chinese are obviously selfish. They have gained benefits, but they do not want to share the secrets of the tomb under the lake with others. Their intentions should be punished!

The Frenchman's words aroused the dissatisfaction of the Chinese monks present, but also reminded the monks from other countries.

It makes sense, just look at the bottom of the lake directly? The pattern of the red shore flower on the jade has confirmed that it is related to the ancient tomb and comes from the tomb chamber. This means that the barrier is not unbreakable. Otherwise, why would the things inside appear outside?

Why did I and others stop inquiring about the ancient tomb when I heard some rumors, and instead focus on studying these jadeites, so I wasted such a long time?

Many foreign monks were moved and regretful, but at this time, the wasted time could not be made up, so they took this opportunity to force the Chinese to directly take out a method to break the barrier.

If the Chinese continue to hide and tear each other apart, they will have a big battle. It’s okay to have a master in charge, everything is just a word of rationality!

The situation was forced to fight!

A master must also be reasonable and forcefully protect his shortcomings, which means being an enemy of the world.

"Hey, I'm talking about the white-haired guy, what nonsense are you talking about? Which eye did you see us Chinese doing our work? You sent someone to dive into the lake, and our people are not idle either, right? You can't break the ghost barrier, we can do it? If it was so simple, we would have to wait for you foreigners to hold the Olympics?" The Taoist priest had three long beards, his face was white, his head was tied with a bun, and he was inserted into a yellow wood hairpin. His Taoist robe looked like a fairy-like figure, but he said it. I don't know which Taoist temple came from, it was so weird.
Chapter completed!