Fang Wen was caught by Mr. Feng Da and went to the Kings Valley with just one call.

With the cat crying mouse's bad intentions, Fang Wen pointed at the seriously injured Feng Yuan and said, "Senior Brother, why are you so hurt?"

He shouted indignantly: "Master, if you catch that assassin, you must tear him apart! Look, the younger brother's younger brother was crushed. How could he be so cruel? Killing people is just a little bit too hard. It's better for him to kill the older brother than to beat him like this? Tsk tsk, the younger brother is like this. The younger brother has to spend at least a few months in the medical device, right?"

Mr. Feng Da's face looked ugly. He nodded and said, "The lower body was hurt too much, but this organization is the most refined, at least one month."

Feng Yuan and Mr. Yueda were sent to the helicopter that Fang Wen was riding when he came. The strong wind blew up the wind and sand. The helicopter quickly climbed up and disappeared from his sight. Fang Wen looked at the direction where the helicopter was moving away, and secretly cursed Feng Yuan's good luck in his heart. Almost all his lower body was smashed, but Xuemen's first aid medicine pulled him back from the brink of death. As long as the person did not die on the spot, Xuemen's medical equipment could heal him as before. This time, except for Feng Yuan suffering, it did not cause any substantial damage to him.

"Fourth brother, my master originally wanted to punish you to think about your mistakes in the hotel, but since the people from Longmen have found this place, you will still be with your master." Mr. Feng Da put his hands in his sleeves, looked up at the blue sky, and sneered calmly: "The nose of Longmen is so sensitive, and he can actually come here. There is no way to do this, I can only have a fight with them in Egypt."

"Uh, Master, are you fighting with them?" Fang Wen was a little excited. The blood flowed much faster, and there was a "wavering" direct current in the blood vessels!

Mr. Feng Da sneered sneeringly: "It's not impossible to fight hard, is it inevitable that the competition in secret?"

He warned Fang Wen: "Remember that Longmen is a very 'rules' organization. They are different from our Tianmen. They have many means. We can use them, but they cannot. So, we now have an absolute advantage. As long as they are not allowed to destroy the excavation of the remains, they can do whatever they want."

Feng Yuan was sent away less than an hour ago. A regiment of Egyptian troops had already arrived and set up a tight defense line outside the western valley of the Emperor Valley. The army of this regiment was well-equipped and had a frightening firepower. More than 20 tanks, more than 30 armored vehicles, dozens of artillery, and hundreds of light and heavy machine guns could fight a small-scale war.

Fang Wen asked Mr. Feng Da curiously how he transferred these troops here. Mr. Feng Da just raised a finger and said lightly: "Please ask them to come for one million US dollars. If any abnormal situation occurs, an additional amount of 10 million to 50 million will be added according to the severity of the matter."

Therefore, Fang Wen had another understanding of the importance of money. Money can not only buy high-end sports cars, but also hire beautiful female secretary. Money can also mobilize the army of other countries! Moreover, such mobilization has a high-sounding reason: protecting human heritage and protecting the treasures of ancient Egyptian culture! Look, how grand!

This time, there is no need to carry a shovel and sell coolies in the sand like when I was punished a few days ago. Fang Wen is very satisfied with his current treatment.

Just next to the increasingly larger pit, Fang Wen chose a pile of sand, set up a parasol on it, put a beach chair, and lie comfortably on it to sunbathe. The elites of the Fengyu Department were carefully serving the ice, wine, and various exquisite snacks. His style made everyone look at the archaeological group. For this, Mr. Feng could only smile bitterly, shake his head, and he had no choice.

The dragon gate was staring outside, and Mr. Feng Da dared not let Fang Wen leave his side. But he also knew that with Fang Wen's nature, it was impossible to ask him to squat in the desert honestly, so he could only let him go.

After only three days of wonderful vacation life, Fang Wen ushered in a nightmare like hell.

On this day, three helicopters landed in the Valley of the Emperor, sent logistics supplies from the archaeological regiment, and brought more than thirty strange old men.

More than a dozen tall and strong silver-haired old men had crazy eyes, and as soon as they arrived at the camp, they immediately chose a tent to retreat. The other fifteen old men were thin and short, and they walked lightly, as if they could float up as soon as the wind blew.

Those fanatical old people are the seniors of Yuemen.

These light kite-like old men are the Supreme Elders of Fengmen. The highest generation among them is Mr. Fengda’s great master, and now he is an old man outside the age of 120. There are three of Mr. Fengda’s ancestors, and that is also a hundred-year-old man. The other eleven people are Mr. Fengda’s master, the previous head of Fengmen, and the previous Mr. Fengda, among them.

They got the news from Mr. Feng Da that Fang Wen was the body of Feng Ling. Fang Wen was immediately glowed in his eyes. Fifteen old men who rushed up like hungry wolf were stripped away at the scene. Thirty thin palms pinched Fang Wen's body countless times. Fang Wen was screaming and felt that he had become a fruit on the supermarket shelves and was being selected by a group of experienced and smart housewives with their nails.

"It's the body of Feng Ling!" Mr. Feng Da's great master and Fang Wen's great master shouted sternly.

"It's definitely the body of wind spirit!" Fang Wen's great masters and ancestors were so excited that they breathed.

"The real thing is definitely not fake, the wind spirit body!" Fang Wen's relatives grabbed Fang Wen tightly, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

Then, a group of old men cursed at Mr. Feng at the same time, cursing him, almost wasting a piece of top-quality material. Feng Litian, who has the highest seniority, shouted: "The drum must be made with a heavy hammer! Good iron must be carefully crafted to become a peerless sword! How can a good body of Feng Ling make him bask in the sun all day long? Can bask in the sun learn all the skills of my Fengmen?"

Nightmare is coming! Fang Wen is in hell!

There are no more parasols, no more beach chairs.

Every day, on the hot desert with sunshine, a drum called Fang Wen was beaten hard by someone.

All the true energy was banned, and with pure power, he used the scorching sun above his head to perform the Fengmen sword skills three hundred times every day, and used the complex palm techniques of the Fengmen to hit the Fengmen for five hundred times each, and walked around a few huge rocks three hundred times. This is the homework during the day.

At night, under the supervision of many Fengmen elders, he worked hard to transport Zhou Tian.

Move three cycles at the slowest speed; then immediately move three cycles at the fastest speed; then immediately turn to the slowest speed at the slowest speed and three cycles at the slowest speed.

The meridians are constantly contracting and expanding in the rapid and slow operation of the wind, and the flexibility and capacity of the meridians are extremely trained. Fang Wen's control of his own wind has also become extremely delicate from the previous rough branches and leaves. When he successfully slowed down the transportation of Zhoutian to an hour, he could even condense a fine needle of air about a foot long hair at his fingertips, and piercing through gold and stone is as easy as iron needles piercing through tofu.

The methods of using various true qi, experience in moves, and understanding of his Fengling body were forcibly instilled into Fang Wen by these Fengmen elders in just ten days of hell training.

Twenty days, in a very short time, Fang Wen's strength has greatly improved. His skills are still the same. Fang Wen's previous utilization efficiency is less than 10%, but now it has rapidly increased to 30%. However, compared with Feng Litian's 100% control of his own skills, Fang Wen still has a long and long road.

Mr. Feng Da is a good teacher, but he is not a strict teacher. His spoiling of Fang Wen determines that he cannot teach Fang Wen very well. Of course, this is also related to Mr. Feng Da’s own strength. In any case, whether in terms of experience or strength, he cannot surpass these predecessors who have been immersed in the Yufeng Jing for decades or hundreds of years.

In twenty days, the archaeological team had already dug a large pit more than twenty meters deep on the selected sand, but the attack from the dragon gate did not come.

In fact, a few days ago, someone was excited to carry a suitcase-type nuclear bomb bought from the black market and wanted to smuggle into Egypt. Fortunately, this bold guy was intercepted by the Longmen people halfway and put nuclear bombs on the territory of other countries. Only Young Master Long dared to think so, and took practical actions. However, Longmen absolutely cannot do this.

Therefore, Young Master Long was severely scolded by the elder of Longmen who rushed over and ordered him to sneak into Egypt with the team.

The reason why Longmen did not launch an attack immediately was that they were curious about what Tianmen was doing in the Valley of the Kings. Of course, this also had a certain relationship with the Egyptian army outside the Valley of the Kings. No one wanted to fight with tanks and armored vehicles, right? Without a complete plan, who would be so impulsive and striking a fully armed army?

At noon on that day, the sun spread the hot light like a metal solution throughout the Valley of the Emperors. The recruited Egyptian migrant workers lazily continued to dig in the big pit. The edge of the pit was filled with some small equipment excavated, and some experts from the archaeological group were squatting there to study these things. However, more people's attention was still placed in the big pit.

A real archaeologist, he didn't know the plan of Tianmen. He pointed to the big pit and sighed: "I don't think there will be any major discoveries here. This time the British Museum made a wrong decision. It was a pure gambling to choose a piece of ground in the Valley of Emperors to excavate."

As soon as he finished speaking, an Egyptian migrant worker screamed and disappeared in an instant.

A dark hole appeared where he was standing just now. However, he dug a hole in the ground, and the ground cracked, and he slid into the hole.

"There are discoveries! There are discoveries!" The Egyptian migrant workers shouted excitedly. The archaeological group promised that once there were strange discoveries, they would receive generous bonuses. How could they be unhappy?

People from Tianmen surrounded him from all directions, and several real archaeologists were knocked out and threw them into the tent. The Egyptian migrant workers were summoned together, and after giving them a generous bonus, they were asked to go to a barracks in the distance for temporary stationing. Outside the barracks, dozens of disciples of the wind sect were surrounded to prevent these migrant workers from leaving.

The blower penetrated into the ground hole, and fresh air was constantly injected. The wires were also pulled over, and the bright incandescent lamp illuminated the ground hole.

Mr. Feng Da carefully leaned down. There was a big hall under the cave. The unlucky Egyptian migrant worker fell to his head and was lying on the ground humming. Based on Mr. Feng Da's experience, he saw that the migrant worker's legs and spine were broken. After all, from here to the ground of the palace, it was more than 30 meters high, and it was already considered a lucky thing to not die.

"It was the temple where the temple held secret rituals that appeared on Xuanyin Tian Bell." Mr. Feng Da raised his head happily and said loudly.

More than thirty-something disciples Fang Wen had seen put on a full set of protective armor and jumped down with heavy lasers. Then a team of engineers from the flower gate, who set up various equipment underneath, and soon the hall was clear, and every corner was carefully cleaned.

Mr. Feng Da then took Fang Wen to jump out of the cave, and accompanied him were the elders of Feng Sect, who were of the same generation as Mr. Feng Da and the disciples of Yue Sect led by Mr. Yue Er. As for the members of the elder group who came to reinforce, they were stationed above the cave to prevent possible attacks from the gantry.

The empty hall was magnificent, with dozens of thick stone pillars surrounded by three people supporting the complex arch. The Egyptian migrant worker who fell down unfortunately dug up a damaged ground on the arch and then fell down. The walls of the hall were carved with colorful images, reflecting the scenes of those high-capped people holding bloody sacrifices. The hall was cold and Fang Wen always felt that there was an uneasy atmosphere floating around.

The experts of Huamen quickly searched all over the hall. They opened dozens of dark grids and cabinets, and found some clay tablets and well-preserved papyrus. These things were immediately transported up in large bags. All the so-called discovery of cultural relics belonged to the Egyptian government, which was actually an empty promise without any constraints.

"Have you found that secret passage?" Mr. Feng Da was a little anxious.

Mr. Hua, who was gently tapping and caressing a mural on the wall facing the gate, said in a deep voice: "I'm anxious and can't eat hot tofu. Why are you anxious? Don't worry!"

He murmured softly: "Although I saw the method of opening the secret path from the picture of Xuanyin Tianzhong, there is always a difference between what I see and what I do myself."

"Well, I found it." Mr. Hua Da pressed several places on the mural. The wall suddenly shaking, a piece of yellow sand spilled down. The wall, which was about meter thick, slowly slid to one side, revealing a hole that could barely allow an adult to bend over and drill into.

"Go!" Mr. Feng waved his hand, and a thick ventilator immediately inserted into the hole, and a large amount of fresh air mixed with the medicine mist made from the snow door was poured in.

The blower has a huge power. In just over a dozen minutes, more than 100,000 cubic meters of fresh air have been injected into the entrance of the cave, and wind has begun to gush outward to the outside world. Because of the Snow Gate Medicine Mist, the airflow sprayed out of the entrance of the cave is not bad at all.

"You can go in now. Yue Er, please ask your disciples to take the lead." Mr. Feng Da waved his hand.

The genetically modified disciple of the Month Sect took off his armor and drilled into the small hole with difficulty. Then there was the Flower Sect, and the elders of the Xue Sect followed him in, and Mr. Feng Da, Mr. Yue Er and others pulled them at the end. There were probably organs and poisons along the way, and this arrangement was the most reasonable.

At the beginning, it was about 100 meters away, and everyone could only lie on the ground and crawl forward, and then the secret passage gradually became spacious.

There was nothing in the clean secret passage, no mechanism, and no poisons as imagined. A group of people walked forward smoothly for more than a thousand meters, hung down a sinkhole hundreds of meters deep with ropes, and a huge underground cave appeared in front of them.

This is a natural cave, with sparse stalagmites hanging on the top of the high cave. The cave is roughly round and has a radius of about one kilometer. There is a dim light emitted on the stone wall of the cave. You can see the cave without the help of the powerful spotlight you carry with you.

A pyramid with a base of about three hundred meters long standing in front of everyone.

"It's here. It's exactly the same as what you see in Xuanyin Tian Bell." Mr. Feng Da took a long breath.

"That's right, it's here. The things we have been looking for in Tianmen for so many years should be here." Mr. Yue Er sighed long.

The goal is right in front of them, but they feel an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"Damn it, my baby!" Mr. Hua Da cried out loudly, and he was still feeling sorry for the pile of destroyed instruments.

Fang Wen lightly climbed up to the pyramid and climbed to the entrance of the small temple at the top of the pyramid. The entrance to the pyramid is here.

Mr. Feng Da and others behind also hurriedly followed. The group carefully walked into the pyramid.

There was still no ambush in the ambush, and I smoothly passed through the complicated walkways that were circling around to a room at the pyramid.

The room is not big, about 100 square meters. In the middle of the room, a wolf-headed statue carved from black wood is enshrined. The altar in front of the statue is a thick layer of black blood. I don’t know how many beating hearts have been placed on the altar.

All this was not in the eyes of Mr. Feng and the others. What they paid attention to was a square plate made of gold placed against the wall.

The square plate is about a foot long and wide, with a finger thick, and many strange patterns are carved on it. In the middle of the gold plate are palm-sized talisman seals inlaid with very thin black pearls.

"Shen Fu!"

Mr. Feng Da swallowed a hard saliva.

"Shen Fu!"

Mr. Yue Er gasped.

"The records in the ancestor's notes are correct. Those monsters who were driven out of Egypt did not have time to take away their treasures."

Mr. Hua Da’s eyes were glowing when he looked at the golden plates.

Fang Wen greedily grabbed a gold plate. The front of the plate was a sign and the back was a dense document written in cuneiform characters. He didn't know what it recorded.

Mr. Feng Da was the first to come back to his senses, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Hua Da checks the surrounding walls to see if there are any secret lattices. Others carry all the gold plates with them and take care of them."

Everyone was busy, only Fang Wen put down the golden plate and walked curiously to the statue with a hideous black face. He looked at the statue carefully, but found that the eyes of the two high statues of the god were inlaid with rare black diamonds. Looking at the size of the black diamond, it was about the size of a baby's fist, which was a pair of priceless treasures. Fang Wen's saliva was almost flowing down.

While others were not paying attention, Fang Wen jumped up gently, used the "Qingfeng Silk Hand" he had worked hard for a while, and gently picked two big diamonds into his pocket.

His movements were gentle and nimble, and no one noticed his little movements.

No one noticed that drops of red liquid were slowly oozing out from the altar in front of the statue, like fresh human blood.

Fang Wen looked left and right as if nothing had happened. He was caught by Mr. Feng Da and asked him to carry a special backpack, which contained four carefully wrapped gold plates.

Mr. Feng Da lit his nose seriously and scolded: "If the dragon gate attacks, don't worry about them. Take the golden plate and leave at full speed. Find a way to go to Wadihalefa, where we arranged a mercenary group to support him. Remember!" He pressed Fang Wen's shoulder hard.
To be continued...