"Isn't it true that this ancestral hall is made with the skill of refining utensils?" Gu Fenghua had an idea and asked.

If it's just an ordinary building, it will be rebuilt after it is disassembled. No matter how exquisite the craftsmanship is, there will always be some traces left. Unless the ancestral hall was originally refined separately with the technique of refining utensils and then combined together, it can never be so seamless.

"Fenghua really has good eyesight. This ancestral hall is indeed made by our ancestors who hired hundreds of master craftsmen with a lot of money, and all of them are the top master craftsmen, even master craftsmen." Zhen Fengliu praised Gu Fenghua's good eyesight, but he was complacent.

Although Yelang sect is only a middle-class sect, it's only because they are indifferent to fame and wealth. If you want to say anything else, you can say that this ancestral hall is not comparable to those holy sects. Even the residences of the great princes and envoys are not as ingenious as their ancestral hall.

"How much does that cost? Your founder is a black sheep." Lorne's eyes glittered with gold and said with a painful face.

In order to build an ancestral hall for himself, he hired hundreds of master craftsmen, and all of them were the top master craftsmen or even master craftsmen. Even if Zhen Fengliu was suspected of exaggerating, he must have spent a lot of money. She also said that Miss Luo was a black sheep. The founder of yelangzong was the real black sheep.

"How can this be called a black sheep? If this ancestral hall is not built, how can it control the power of the beast?" Zhen Fengliu says discontentedly.

People realized that the founder of Yelang sect built this ancestral hall not for himself, but for controlling the power of the beast.

At the same time, people are more curious: what is the power of the beast? It needs to build (or refine) such a ancestral hall to control it.

After being robbed by Lorne, Zhen Fengliu is in a bad mood. He is too lazy to talk nonsense any more. As he walks towards the ancestral hall, he makes his fingerprints.

In front of my eyes, there were waves of light and wonderful ripples. The prohibitions were slowly opened, and people were getting closer and closer to the ancestral hall.

After more than two hours, it was bright, and Zhen Fengliu finally came to the door.

No wonder yelangzong was suspected to be the head of shengyuanzong after he was attacked. Zhen Fengliu, as the patriarch, had been able to open these prohibitions for more than two hours. If it was not for the powerful sect like Shengyuan sect, who could open these prohibitions and find the treasure of Zhenzong under the siege of Yelang sect's disciples?

Zhen Fengliu was obviously very tired. His holy robe was soaked with sweat. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and took several deep breaths. Then he reached for the door.

"Wait!" Gu Fenghua suddenly gave a low cry, and his hand also grasped the hilt fiercely!

Looking at the ancient ancestral hall in front of him, an unprecedented palpitation appeared in Gu Fenghua's heart.

From the first power of the Phoenix, Gu Fenghua's six senses became extremely sharp. Whenever danger came, his heart would give birth to a strange palpitation. However, there was never such a strong feeling as today.

Although Luo en and others don't know what's going on, they have something in common with Gu Fenghua. Almost as she opens her mouth, her heart is also filled with strong uneasiness. At the same time, they reach out to hold the hilt of the sword.

Seeing that Zhen Fengliu is about to open the door, several people's hearts are mentioned in their throat.