After the words fell, Han Sanqian suddenly gathered a wave of energy in his hands, then condensed slightly, aimed at the entire wall in front of him, and slapped away with a bang.

The energy in the palm was fierce, but it was also extremely scattered and even. As it hit the wall directly, the entire wall shook suddenly, and a large amount of dust also scattered from the surroundings.

"Wow!"

In the next second, the wall fell off, and accompanied by the flying dust, was a piece of golden light reflected in the eyes.

"Sure enough!"

Han Sanqian, who was illuminated by the golden light, had joy in his eyes at this moment.

On the wall, as the outer wall fell off, a golden wall reappeared in front of Han Sanqian.

Through the increasing number of broken gold leaf-like things, Han Sanqian soon discovered that they were not gold minerals, nor were they gold utensils, but more like a wallpaper made of gold.

Thinking of this, Han Sanqian carefully observed the wall in front of him when he returned, and found that the wall made of these stones was indeed quite flat and slightly bulging, so he had the bold guess and behavior just now.

Facts have proved that Han Sanqian's eyesight and brain are pretty good, and he saw it right.

"What's this?"

But what surprised Han Sanqian was that there was not only a golden wall hidden behind the stone wall, but more importantly, there were many things carved on the golden wall.

When Han Sanqian increased the energy fire to the maximum, those things also revealed their true colors.

Those are all kinds of small figures, and there are some words around them to describe them.

"It's a skill!" Han Sanqian frowned.

Every villain in the painting is doing all kinds of weird poses. Looking at it alone, it seems to be a record of life trajectory, but if you look at it together, you can clearly know that this should be a certain person. A mental exercise.

There is actually a set of minds hidden here?

Han Sanqian was quite surprised. When he came closer to look at the words, sometimes he had to say that seeing a ghost made it easier to see a ghost.

To be precise, they are something like words.

It's weird, but it doesn't change what it means at all.

But intuitively, Han Sanqian seemed to think that they were words.

"Ancient text."

Han Sanqian was almost sure of this.

"It's an ancient thing again. Those true gods taught me ancient things. How can there be ancient characters in a small cave?"

"When did ancient things start to turn into rotten cabbages, everywhere?"

Han Sanqian is really angry and funny, which is a bit too bullshit.

Many people may not be able to find one or two of these things in their entire lives. Even the group of senior true gods from the Eight Directions World had such a high status and were full of legends in the human race, but in the end they only got a glimpse of one or two. Fortunately, there are not only ancient fierce beasts, but also ancient exercises.

What's more, they're not just one by one, but one after another, as if they've blown up their nests.

Has he become an ancient recycle bin? Everything is done with one brain.

However, qi returns to qi, the ancient things are all good things... JrNovels.com