Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 98 Good Brothers for Life
After a loud bang, Big Bear pushed the stone door open a crack again. He lay down through the crack and took a look inside.

Looking at the messy tomb, Big Bear was quite satisfied.

"I said that the barbarians' methods are more effective. You humans are so hesitant." After saying that, Big Bear pushed open the stone door and walked into the tomb.

Born into the Big Bear Barbarian tribe, he has been traveling in Dongzhou for more than two and a half years. Not only was he not killed, he also made the acquaintance of a good brother, Hongsen.

The reason why Daxiong can live safely until now is not only because of the caution of his good brother Hongsen, but also because of his somewhat mixed bloodline and excellent family education.

Big Bear's father is a hybrid of human and bear monster.

Big Bear's mother is a mixed-race person.

People in the tribe say that Big Bear's father is cunning and cruel, and Big Bear's mother is cruel and cunning.

So Big Bear, this big baby who combines the essence of the bloodlines of three tribes, not only inherited his parents' fierce and cunning wisdom, but also inherited his parents' light skin color and fluent Dongzhou dialect.

This made him very successful in Dongzhou.

After all, in the stereotype of Dongzhou monks, the barbarians from the west all have brown skin, war marks all over their bodies, and speak in a gibberish manner that is incomprehensible.

Hongsen didn't respond to Daxiong's words. He followed Daxiong with a red copper sword in his hand and entered the tomb.

Looking at the tomb that was blown into a mess, Hongsen always felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

He used his sword to pry open the lid of a coffin at his feet and found that the coffin was empty.

"careful!"

Before Hongsen could take a closer look, he heard Daxiong suddenly shout, took another step forward, and protected Hongsen behind him.

The big bear's arms glowed red, and he swung them forward, shattering the immobilization talisman that was shooting towards him.

Hongsen looked up in the direction where the talisman came from and took a breath.

At this time, twelve black and purple Western Barbarian witch zombies were lying on the stone wall above the tomb.

It corresponds exactly to the twelve coffins in the tomb.

Among them, three were the largest, dark blue in color, with scarlet war patterns painted on their featureless faces.

The cultivation of these three witch zombies has also reached the level of half-step golden elixir.

Hongsen was numb, and Daxiong was numb too.

Although I know that these Western Barbarian Witch Zombies are made up of puppets and low-level sword spirits.

But he didn't expect Qianji Pavilion to be able to do it so similarly.

Those three big ones are exactly the same as the witch zombies in Uncle Big Bear's house.

Three big ones and nine small ones.

Daxiong thought about it and found that with their current strength, they could not win.

Hongsen was a man of keen observation. When he saw that the witch zombies above his head did not make any further movements, he knew that something more was about to come out.

Sure enough, the next second, a salted fish flew out of the ground and headed straight for Hongsen.

Then, Hongsen was beaten to his knees by a headless witch zombie with a salted fish.

However, the Western Barbarian Witch Zombies hanging on the stone walls did not attack together. Instead, they all made meaningless screams and cheered like bloodthirsty spectators.

"Big Bear, I'll hold them back. Where the hell are you? So fast?!"

Hongsen originally wanted to say, "I'll hold the enemy here, and you go explore somewhere else."

But I didn't expect that my good brothers had the same thoughts.

Not only did the big bear run away long ago, he also thoughtfully closed the door of the tomb tightly.

Seeing that he no longer needed to buy time for Daxiong, Hongsen threw down his sword and said, "I admit defeat. I won't fight anymore."

Zhang Ze carried Ah Li, who had transformed into a salted fish sword, on his back. "So straightforward?"

Hongsen rubbed his arm, which was sore from being beaten, and said, "I can't beat you even if I continue to fight. Besides, how can you speak?"

"I'm not a mechanical puppet, I'm a staff member of Qianji Pavilion. You can just call me Xiao Gao." Zhang Ze wanted to nod in greeting, but then he remembered that he had no head now, so he gave up.

"What about you?" Hongsen pointed at Zhang Ze's disappearing head, not knowing how to ask next.

"Oh, that. Actually, I'm not a human either." Zhang Ze's little story about mental retardation can now be told off.

"I am a demon. I am from a clan called Xingtian. I was born headless, with breasts as eyes and a belly button as a mouth. I even have teeth in my belly button."

"Do you want to see it?" Zhang Ze pretended to lift up his clothes to show Hongsen.

Hongsen quickly shook his head, "No, no." "Do you have any other questions?" Zhang Ze said in a calm tone. After all, his current identity was a staff member of Qianji Pavilion.

And Hongsen really has a problem.

"Why is this level so difficult?" Hongsen asked, pointing at the sword spirits and mechanical puppets that had climbed down from the wall and were cleaning and tidying up the tomb in an orderly manner.

The three sword spirits at the half-step golden elixir stage were no match for people of their cultivation level in such a closed tomb.

In his opinion, this level was a dead end.

Zhang Ze shrugged and said, "Blame your friend."

"This level is actually quite simple. You just come in and open a coffin, and then fight whatever you find.

“After the fight, it’s up to you whether you continue to open the coffin or leave.

"Who would have thought that your big friend would throw a thunder bomb in here?"

Hongsen laughed awkwardly. "I'm fine now. Please take me out of the dungeon."

Zhang Ze shook his head. Seeing that Hongsen did not respond, he remembered that he had no head.

"You're fine now, I'm the one with the problem." Zhang Ze's voice became serious. "Pay me the money."

"What compensation?" Hongsen was puzzled.

Zhang Ze took out a stack of paper from his treasure bag.

"The agreement you signed." Zhang Ze pointed to one of the clauses. "Sky-shaking bombs are prohibited items. Strictly prohibit bringing them into the dungeon."

Hongsen then remembered that he and Daxiong had indeed signed an agreement when they made the appointment to register.

But the agreement had too many words and he didn't even finish reading it.

Now, after a closer look, he discovered that many of the magical instruments produced by Qianji Pavilion were contraband.

They are quite self-aware, Hongsen thought.

But understanding is one thing, and sophistry is the nature of the people.

"How can there be any restriction on magical instruments? Didn't you say it was a real trial?" Hongsen disagreed.

"Because we also have restrictions. Didn't you notice that we didn't do it seriously?" Zhang Ze took out another token from the treasure bag.

"If you really want to play, that's fine. Use your spiritual sense to sign this life and death agreement. Then we can have fun. You beat the three of them." Zhang Ze pointed at the three Western Barbarian Witch Zombies behind him.

"Will you sign?" Zhang Ze asked.

Hongsen shook his head decisively.

Seeing that Hongsen was convinced, Zhang Ze became amiable again. "After you leave, remember to follow the staff to Dayangshu to pay the fine."

"By the way, these cards are for you." Zhang Ze handed a few cards to Hongsen, one of which was a rare purple card.

"You are the first group of monks to reach here, so this is an extra reward."

Fines are fines, rewards are rewards, Zhang Ze has always been principled.

Moreover, these cards and the information contained therein will turn into spirit stones and return to the pockets of Qianji Pavilion after being traded by the independent cultivators.

After taking the card, Hongsen scanned the purple card with his spiritual sense and discovered that it contained not only information related to the Western Barbarian Witch Zombie.

There is also a record about exploring the ancient tomb of the barbarian witch.

This short story records the process of the Sword Sect elder discovering the ancient tomb, as well as some of the elder's experiences and insights into swordsmanship.

This is the most valuable.

Looking at the excited Hongsen, Zhang Ze explained, "We really didn't lie to you. This underground place is really adapted from the experience of the Sword Sect elder when he was young."

"This is just a small part of the story. If you open all these coffins, you can get the whole story."

"By the way, after you collect all the money, you can go and claim the prize. It seems to be a manual."

Hongsen took the purple card and began to calculate its value. After confirming that the profit could offset the loss caused by Daxiong's trouble, his expression turned good again.

Just as Hongsen was about to follow the headless Xiao Gao out of the dungeon, he heard another muffled bang coming from next door.

It was the sound of a thunder bomb exploding.

Hongsen's eyelids twitched.

Zhang Ze sighed, "We can't book the whole place. Each shot will be settled once. So you have to pay double the fine."

(End of this chapter)