In the two murals, there was a man in armor. He had a tall and sturdy figure, and he was holding a black spear in his hand. He had the talent of a lord, so he should be the tomb owner. In the mural, he had actually come to the Preston mountains. Preston at that time was the capital, and the Preston mountains were probably the hunting ground of the royal family. However, the area of the Preston mountains was huge, and the hunting ground was only a small part of it. The second mural showed that the armored man had come to the depths of the Preston mountains and led 3,000 soldiers to start an excavation. A shiny stone appeared. “Spiritual stone mine?” Westley Hader looked over with his sharp eyes. “There’s a spiritual stone mine in the Preston mountains!” Tristan Yandell was shocked. If such news were to be reported, they would be alerted and personally ask about it. Nowadays, spiritual herbs were extinct, and the spiritual stone mines had long been excavated by the ancient people

The simple and honest old man called out, knocked the tobacco pipe in his hand against the stone and poured out the ashes. Tristan Yandell’s identity was not hard to identify. He was wearing a black shirt embroidered with a silver flying fish. Any martial artist with some knowledge could recognize that he was a governor. This scared the old man! Braydon Neal stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled. “I thought that the Elusive Fish technique was lost. I didn’t expect to see it here!” Just now, the simple and honest old man’s movement was like a fish in water, avoiding Tristan’s capture. Braydon could see through his technique at a glance. The simple and honest old man’s surname was Zito. The villagers called him Old Man Zito, and his real name had almost been forgotten. Old Man Zito’s eyes were unfocused, and he was already scared. After all, Tristan’s background was so great. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not provoke such an important person. With shifty

Ray was not a saint! It was better to leave the stupid act of returning good for evil to those idiots. King Ray adhered to the idea of killing as protection. He believed in the sword in his hand being able to kill all the enemies in the world! Searle Lambert knelt on the ground. He had no intention of resisting this legendary Northern King. No resisting, admitting to your crimes, and bearing all the consequences alone! If he did not plead guilty and instead resisted King Ray, he would be sentenced to death and his whole family would be exterminated! Ray said softly, “When I was seven years old, it was my birthday that rainy night. I vaguely remember your arrival. Everyone in the Gibson family was afraid of you and revered you like a God. You were the leader of the dark division in Quill. You appeared in Preston like a world-shaking big shot! His soft voice fell. Searle Lambert knelt on the ground like a weak piece of trash. At this moment, the scene was extremely silent. No

“The team leader asked us to move them here. The Preston team’s base is filled with burly martial artists. They’re brave and good at fighting. If they were to fiddle with antiques, they would definitely cut seven or eight of them into pieces with one slash.” Logan Hall explained as he entered. Therefore, it was better to send these things to Ray. For martial artists, they rarely cared about antiques. There were only two things that they cared about. One was the spiritual herbs, and the other was the ancient martial arts techniques. Ray laughed but did not say anything. He could send it to anyone as a birthday gift. Giving the five famous kilns as gifts was perhaps something only Ray was brazened enough to do. In the small courtyard, a ten-year-old girl was holding a bright red candied haws in her hand. She was wearing sports clothes, and her round face was very cute. “Big Brother, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you!” She called out sweetly. “Big Brother went out t

At that moment, everyone’s expressions changed. They were all terrified. “You’re from the Preston team?” The middle-aged stall owner raised his head in shock and anger. “The Preston team is my people!” Tristan Yandell replied domineeringly. “Who are you?” a martial artist in the crowd asked angrily. “I am Tristan Yandell of the garrison of the capital. I wonder if I have caught your attention?” The reason why Tristan was angry was because this group of people in front of him was completely seeking death. Did they really think that they had nine lives to live after touching Braydon Neal’s family? You should know that if the Northern King got angry, the eight countries outside the borders would be afraid of him! All these years, because of King Braydon’s presence in the north, standing on the peak of Mount Bliz, he had intimidated the eight countries outside the borders. Two small, useless countries actually wanted to pay tribute to Hansworth and restore the ancient system. One