The big man with a red face and beautiful beard under the tower slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were exposed with a cold light.

"Guan...Guan Yu?" Lu Mowei looked at the big man under the tower in amazement.

It is exactly the same as the Guan Yu in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

"Don't talk nonsense, beat me up, I'm still in a hurry to go in." Wang Lang kicked Lu Mowei's butt.

"I'm fighting with Guan Yu?" Lu Mowei pointed at himself.

"Or what would I do to bring you here?" Wang Lang kicked him again.

Lu Mowei approached the man who looked like Guan Yu and was preparing to say some additional lines such as opening comments. Who knew that Guan Yu raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and slashed wildly.

With a clang, the blue bricks under Lu Mowei's feet immediately split into two and broke neatly.

"Brother, please wait first." Lu Mowei jumped out a big part and wanted to say something to the blushing man. The blushing man picked up his beautiful beard with one hand and shook his eyes. The Danfeng's eyes opened angrily, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife slashed again.

Lu Mowei relied on his speed to avoid it repeatedly, but the red-faced man seemed to have endless energy, his strength and speed did not decrease from beginning to end, and he would just slash.

"Brother, I can't beat him." Lu Mowei asked Wang Lang for help.

Wang Lang put out the cigarette butts and said, "It's okay, just hold on for a while. I just learned that I didn't have an invitation, and I still need an invitation when I come here. Those who don't have an invitation to go in need, if they want to go in, they have to fight with this guy. You fight first, I'll go in first."

After bombing the cigarette butt, Wang Lang walked straight towards the stone tower.

The big blushing man slashed Wang Lang's back with a knife. Unexpectedly, Wang Lang's head seemed to have eyes on the back, and he didn't even turn his head back. He kicked his feet, pressing against the back of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. Wang Lang's other foot rotated on the spot, and with a low shout, he stepped on the Qinglong Yanyue Sword into the ground for more than ten centimeters.

The big man with red face wanted to draw the knife but found that his strength was not as strong as Wang Lang. He twisted the blade and slid hard from bottom to top. The earth and rocks flew backwards with the force. Wang Lang flew backwards with the force. His back was less than one meter away from the door.

"Lu Mowei, stop him, otherwise I will kill you." Wang Lang left a sentence and entered the tower.

The big blushing man was about to chase him, and Lu Mowei rushed over quickly to block the big blushing man.

"Brother Guan, why don't we..."

The red-faced man picked up the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and made it. Lu Mowei dodged left and right, jumping back and forth on the line of life and death.

There was a quiet and cold feeling inside the tower. There was a statue on one floor. I don’t know who it was, because there was no face, so I could only roughly see that it was a general wearing golden armor. He knelt on one knee, leaned on a spear in both hands, and looked in one direction without facial features.

There are many murals on the walls, all of which are colorful. The rough content of the painting is war. Many people died, corpses piled up into mountains, blood drifted, scorched earth for thousands of miles, people were displaced, starved and devastated. Both forces that launched the war were seriously damaged, and all the soldiers on the murals were not painted with facial features, and no matter how they died, their faces were always in the same direction.

Wang Lang went up the second floor along the stone stairs. There was a sculpture of a tiger, which was lifelike. He was lying there. There were still murals on the wall. The rough meaning of the mural was that it was a female tiger, but she fed a human baby. The baby was breastfeeding in the picture, but his face was still the same as the direction the soldiers on the first floor looked at.

I climbed up the steps and went to the third floor. It was a weapon stand, but there was nothing on it. I don’t know where the things went.

The fourth floor is a treasure chest carved from stone. Judging from the murals, it should be the national treasury, with countless gold, silver and treasures inside.

The fifth floor is a Maitun. Judging from the pictures on the mural, it should be a country's granary. There is actually wheat in Maitun. Wang Lang couldn't help but be curious. He went over and took a look, grabbed a handful of wheat, and the wheat turned black.

When we reach the sixth floor, there are long tables on it, and there are sand tables on it. The trends and topographic maps of the mountains and rivers are clearly marked, as well as the locations of the cities and moats.

Wang Lang looked around the sand table and saw that there were still murals on the wall, which were painted with a group of people surrounding the sand table and discussing something.

When you go down one layer by one, careful people will find that each layer is lower than the other. When it reaches the sixth floor where Wang Lang is located, the height is only about 2.5 meters.

But from the outside, I guess the entire stone tower is probably more than 20 meters away. However, after walking down the sixth floor, it is only more than ten meters in total. I have to think about where the remaining meters are.

When Wang Lang just entered the door, the man who looked like Guan Yu said that someone had already come in, but there was no mention of the level on which floor. Now it seems that this stone tower is strange, and there must be some mezzanine or something.

Wang Lang took off on the spot and touched the top plate. It was solid and very strong, without the feeling of hollowness when knocked.

I lowered my head and rubbed it around the house, trying to see what mechanisms there were, but after touching it for a long time, I didn't touch anything.

He stretched his neck to look at the bottom of the tower and found that Lu Mowei was still fighting with the fake Guan Yu. A group of people came from afar. Wang Lang knew the two men in the lead. One was the Qin Han who met in Fengtian Mountain, and the other was the King of Blowing the Lights. However, the King of Blowing the Lights didn't look very good, like a frost-beating eggplant, which was very weak.

Wang Lang ran to the first floor and waited for the two of them to come. Obviously, there was no invitation for the two of them. Wang Lang thought that there was only one fake Guan Yu, but he didn't expect that another fake Zhang Fei came out from where he had a black lump and his hair and beard were all wide. He held a snake spear in his hand and was about to block the road.

The fake Zhang Fei said that he needed an invitation. When the light was blowing, a fire rushed upwards. He reached the fake one in a few seconds and printed a palm on the fake Zhang Fei's belly. The fake Zhang Fei flew backwards to the back. After landing, his face turned red and he opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood. His big copper bell eyes widened even more because of the pain.

The King of Blowing the Light and the Qin and Han dynasties entered the door together, and Wang Lang went down to greet him.

"The Black Dragon King is here first." Qin Han clasped his fists.

Wang Lang returned the gift, "Two seniors, what's going on with this invitation?"

"It must be because of Fatty Pan's new work. After this little boy became the owner of this big garden, he abandoned many old rules. Young people really have no virtue." The King of Blowing Lights spoke in a deep voice.

Only then did Wang Lang see that the King of Blowing Lights was injured and was not seriously injured. But then again, all the injuries were so bad that Zhang Fei made the fake Zhang Fei lose his temper. Even the King of Blowing Lights could think clearly.

"Why are there no one here?" Wang Lang pointed to the stone tower.

Qin Han smiled, "Come with me."
Chapter completed!