It seems that the anger of this "idiom fan" is not only directed at Ali and others, but also towards a certain direction.

With this "idiom fan" snorting angrily again, the soles of his feet slammed on the sand again.

Suddenly, a fierce energy Yuan Spirit merged into the entire sand layer, and then, along the direction of the foot out, it burst out. At this time, a moment later, less than two hundred meters away, a muffled snort containing pain had already sounded.

With the whirling dance of the yellow sand, the owner of the muffled sound quickly fled from this place with a slight injury and a look full of hatred.

At the same time, when Yezi fled from here, he also left this sentence: "Oh, okay, I didn't expect that there was an acquaintance who became his subordinate, you are really worthy of your people, we will meet later." ”

That voice, who would it be if it wasn't Demon Shayu?

In this way, the "idiom fan" who suddenly appeared in front of him had already made the idiom fan even more stunned and surprised, compared to just now, that kind of astonishment and surprise were even more than that. After all, everyone is half a beat or a beat, even if this "idiom fan" is the closest to him, but if he comes to him in front of him in an instant, he can still break up the monster of the sand grains like this, and even repel the owner of the monster of the grains of sand, the strength and mood of this realm ...... I have to say, could it be that the realm strength and state of mind of this "idiom fan" have reached ...... Could it be that he is one of the top three of the top ten generals in the Imperial Tomb Shadow Guard.......

I have to say that in this way, Idiom Fan really avoided the fate of explaining his little life here, and the worst of all avoided the fate of serious injury.

Back then, the tense nerves that had been tense before were suddenly relaxed in an instant, and the palm of the hand holding the Heavenly Spirit Fire Thunder Sword that had not yet been completely "returned" was full of cold sweat.

Shaking off the palms full of cold sweat, Cheng Yufan couldn't help but wipe the other handful of cold sweat beads that kept flowing down his forehead.

Thinking back to what happened before, the beads of cold sweat that had just been wiped off kept flowing down from his forehead in the next moment.

"Multi-...... Thank you!" Fan said subconsciously.

"You and I still need to say thank you?" Hearing the words of the idiom Fan, the anger of the "idiom Fan" was originally slightly reduced, but for some reason the "price increase".

"Female?" Hearing that voice, Fan was stunned. Turning into his own body, it was actually a woman? Who the hell is this? But how can this woman's voice be so familiar?

However, familiarity is familiarity.

At this moment, the idiom Fan was really startled by everything before, even if he was familiar with it, he really didn't have the heart to think about who this familiar voice was.

However, the voice of some anger was indeed directed at him. He just said thank you, why should he be angry? This really made the idiom Fan quite confused.

"This ......" above the empty desert. Ali and the others were all a little stunned, looking at the "idiom fan" who suddenly made a move.

They are very familiar with that "idiom fan". Although before, Xue He asked her to protect Idiom Fan, but in the past, she also said that she would not make a move until the most dangerous moment. Until then, she didn't make a move. This may not be the most dangerous moment for her, she has not seen her make a move.

However...... However...... At the last moment, he still made a move....... This doesn't seem to fit her character very well, even if she is idiom...... After all, her temperament, that's what she says.

Of course, among this people, Zixiao Zhenren knows best. As long as she said it, even if it wasn't the most dangerous thing she thought, even if she thought Fan was destroyed by the sand monster, she would never make a move.

So, this broken word is a broken blow, and a broken word is helped...... It's already a little inexplicable. It's just that this inexplicable thing quickly disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

After all, the idiom Fan is hers...... You can't really see death without help.

"Little master, you're fine, but you're bold enough, if you use the Jinling Xuanqi Spirit directly, you dare to resist this sand monster, and you don't have to bring the Six Sword Spirits, you dare to come directly to this Yaoyu Shake Desert, if it weren't for your little demon to communicate with Zixiao Zhenren and 'activate' a wisp of Zixiao Zhenren's soul, we wouldn't be able to come." Ali walked to the side of Idiom Fan and turned into his original form.

At this time, Idiom Fan knew that Ali was such a handsome young man.

Seeing Ali coming over with a smile, he was also helpless.

Yes, how did he know that his hand-shaking master, Old Man Ge, would arrange him to such a ghost place.

"It's fine. Thank you very much. Idiom Fan looked at this handsome guy and smiled helplessly.

"Okay, don't stay here any longer, let's hurry to the destination, as soon as she leaves, she will definitely not be in peace here, take advantage of the free time, hurry to the destination, at least, when you reach the destination, you will achieve your goal, whether you can defeat your adoptive mother in the end!" It was no one else who spoke, but the mysterious Imperial Tomb Shadow Guard who still appeared in the form of an idiom.

From the beginning, Idiom Fan felt that this Imperial Tomb Shadow Guard would have his eyes on him from time to time.

Indeed, it is true that the present time is precious, and it is also a short free time.

"Let's go if it's okay, don't waste time, the time we exist here is also limited!" the mysterious "idiom fan" waved his hand lightly.

It's just that with a slight wave of his hand, the yellow sand can't help but surge up from behind. It's just that in these words, the anger still doesn't seem to have diminished.

And Fan, who has a very accurate intuitive idiom, can occasionally hear that this anger is not directed at other people, but at him.

"Hiss......"

Idiom Fan looked surprised, where did she offend this person.

Immediately, his face turned towards Zixiao Zhenren, who had never opened his mouth and had not moved.

But what about this Zixiao real person, he spread his hands and shook his head.

Well, well, he wouldn't say it, and even if he knew, he wouldn't say it.

"Then, thank you......" At the moment when Idiom Fan thanked him again, Idiom Fan looked at "himself" with the same face as himself, and his face was more angry and thicker, and his mouth was dumbfounded in an instant.

And at that moment, in the eyes of everyone, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

......

Vast desert. The night breeze blows.

A faint yellow sand came to my face. Half an hour later. Idiom Fan twitched. He muttered with a wry smile: "It's really a terrible and inexplicable night......"