So Chen Feng asked again: "So, since the magic weapon is only so powerful, since the divine snail mentioned in the Indians is also a magic weapon, how could he not know what the magic weapon is and would be passed on as a magic weapon?"

When the traveler heard Chen Feng's words, he explained: "This involves an old story in the ancient martial arts world. At that time, the English country of Europa was in an unprecedented prosperous era. Five fighting gods who were comparable to our innate realm emerged from millions of people in the small island country. These five strong men joined forces to sweep all ancient forces in the entire Indy subcontinent and plundered the magic weapons they had collected for countless years. It was also at this time that many powerful sects in China also joined forces to sweep the country, which led to the emptiness of the country, and the old story of the Eight-Nation Alliance took place."

"And the Phoenix Gate, the sect leader was also an ancient martial artist of the perfect realm. He participated in the operation of sweeping the Indy Subcontinent. He snatched a magic weapon convulsing the mind from the temple of Shiva. The other so-called Shiva's Zhongtian artifacts also have their own resources. Two of them are also in our China. A scepter was taken away by a bald donkey on Shaoshi Mountain. It was said that he had a destiny to be a Buddha, and a long sword fell into the hands of the Zhongzhou sect."

As he said that, the walker shrugged.

"What? How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Shah Rukh could understand the words of the traveler, and he looked like he was already in a collapsed look. Unexpectedly, this Zhongtian artifact was actually stolen. What does that mean? Could it be that even Shiva is not a match for these Chinese people?

All kinds of thoughts in his mind were mixed, muttering to himself in a daze.

Looking at this guy's appearance, Chen Feng shook his head. The Indians admired the belief in the so-called gods. Once the faith collapsed, there were many believers who committed suicide.

"This guy is already ruined!"

Chen Feng is almost certain.

Having faith will undoubtedly make people more persistent in their own path, but when the image of the same primitive and immature belief collapses, the entire heart of the believer who firmly believes will fall into self-doubt and denial.

Like the Buddhist Zen sects in China and Taoism, they are mainly humans. The religious texts explain more the principles of the world, rather than just advocating the gods. How powerful and invincible the Buddha is.

At this moment, suddenly, the aircraft hovering in the sky fell down. When it landed not far from Chen Feng, Lao Diao's voice came. Lao Diao said hurriedly: "Storm, Walker, you two are coming back quickly. I received the news that they unexpectedly chose to transit during the day and will soon arrive at the scheduled location. They must start action immediately."

Hearing this, Chen Feng and the Walker looked at each other, and then Chen Feng kicked Sha Rukh in the head, kicked him hard, and knocked him out, and then came out to Zhang Haijia and other soldiers and said, "You guys hurry up and take this spy back to your regiment commander to report, I will leave in advance if I have an urgent matter."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Feng had already turned around and rushed out with the walker one after another. A whistle of wind came, and Zhang Haijia and others felt a flash in front of them. Chen Feng and the walker could not see any trace.

"What's going on at this time? Is it ghost?"

Zhang Chunfang said blankly with disbelief.

However, no one is destined to answer his question, because the existence of ancient warriors is too far away for ordinary people like him. It is so far that he may have seen many ancient warriors in his life, but he just passed by. Even if someone told him that there is such a group of special groups in the world that exceeds the limits of ordinary human bodies, he would only regard it as a fantasy.

At the full speed, Chen Feng and the Walker rushed into the camp one after another in just a few minutes.

At this moment, Lao Diao and others had already gathered in the open space with serious expressions. When Chen Feng and the Walker came back, Lao Diao hurriedly said: "Now we are going to set off immediately. You two should go down and choose the right weapon."

Nodding, Chen Feng and the Walker were not pretentious. Even if they were ancient warriors, they had weapons and bare hands, which were completely different levels.

Chen Feng quickly picked two * and several * bullets, as well as two narrow sabers with cold light and walked up, while the walker only took a pair of finger tigers and several *.

Seeing them coming up, the old eagle said directly: "Go out now!"

As he said that, the firebird was already tied to lift a box of fried eggs. Seeing that the two of them looked uneasy, Chen Feng walked up and snatched them, saying, "Old eagle, please lead the way quickly, I'll get the things."

When the old eagle heard this, he looked at Chen Feng deeply, and was not pretentious, and nodded directly and said, "Okay!"

Firebird looked at the big box with a look of surprise, and the fried egg weighed 40 or 50 kilograms. Chen Feng, who was obviously still relaxed, said with envious expressions: "Boss, you ancient martial artists are good, even the load is so high."

"What, do you want to learn?"

Chen Feng turned his head and said with a smile.

"think!"

The firebird blurted out almost subconsciously.

Chen Feng shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't think about it anymore. There is no ancient martial arts sect to teach you martial arts. If you practice randomly, be careful of being chased and killed!"

When Firebird heard Chen Feng's words, his expression froze on his face. He was obviously a little scared, but he still asked with confusion: "Boss, how did you practice ancient martial arts? Isn't there any rumors that it is said that it is a country's person and it is impossible for him to be accepted as a disciple by the sects in the ancient martial arts world?"

"I'm very talented, can't I?"

Chen Feng said hehe.

"This, okay!"

The Firebird was choked by Chen Feng for a moment of speechlessness.

"You have good talent? If you can practice martial arts with good talent, how can you be the first one to eat? "

The firebird muttered to himself, and he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

China maintains a two million permanent army every year, among which there are countless new recruits from reserves joining the army every year, and there are also countless veterans who have retired. If a talent alone can determine it, how could it be that no one in the army has learned the martial arts techniques of the ancient martial arts sect in the sixty or seventy years since the founding of the People's Republic of China?

In fact, Chen Feng was quite moved. If it weren’t for the chance that he had won the distinction between Qing Dao Ren and the Taiyi True Qi was created by Qing Dao Ren, how could he have made an exception and become an ancient martial artist?

However, even so, I am just a registered disciple of Qing Dao Ren, not a formal introductory disciple.
Chapter completed!