After running five boundary gates, Zheng Fang's feelings about this began to become profound, it was still the slush claw, but the speed of the slush claw after the five points was greatly reduced, Zheng Fang had to waste more time on the road, and when he ran all the 8 boundary gates that Tong Jie was responsible for monitoring in Western Xinjiang, the time was already night. Zheng Fang didn't go back to the hotel, so he dug a hole in the ground at the boundary gate and spent the night in a state of cultivation.

Another advantage of this doppelganger method is that it is beneficial to cultivation, the body has a large deficit of energy, which helps the body to be in a state of hunger and thirst, facilitates the absorption and transformation of energy, and has a large bonus to the cultivation speed. It's just that Zheng Fang's original cultivation was extremely smooth, so he had never moved the idea of this aspect, but at this time, he was crooked, and as soon as he cultivated in the cave in front of the boundary gate, the spiritual power escaping from the boundary gate immediately materialized like a mist, wrapping the hole and Zheng Fang in the cave layer by layer, surging into Zheng Fang's body.

I don't know how many years have passed, Zheng Fang once again felt the ultimate satisfaction of cultivation, maybe only the first cultivation when he first arrived at the special school can be compared, however, at that time, the spiritual power was quickly used up, and in this vast desert Gobi, the spiritual power is inexhaustible, inexhaustible, although it is not as rich as the Star Cave, but it is enough for Zheng Fang to drink.

At dawn the next day, Zheng Fang was full of spirits and began to look for the trails out of the West Xinjiang according to the map, these paths are mostly in the gaps between the mountains, the terrain is rugged, and many of them have been difficult to pass because of disrepair, but Zheng Fang still found the throat one by one, and set up a spiritual and spiritual power network, because it is inconvenient to establish a teleportation point, Zheng Fang intends to set the monitoring point in a deeper position in the upper part of the country, and keep a certain distance from the border, so that once he finds that there are military products sneaking across the border through these paths, he can come in time to solve the problem in the country, of course, Zheng Fang is not afraid of really going out of the country, but once something happens, there will be more trouble。

Xijiang is located in the western border of China, bordering five or six countries, there are many paths in and out, Zheng Fang set up monitoring points one by one, Rao is his cultivation, but also a busy day, look at the sky is getting late, Zheng Fang does not delay, from the Parana Mountains to sacrifice slush claws, a night of wild running, Kankan arrived in Xinshi before dawn, he went directly to the hotel, but unexpectedly received a letter from under the crack in the door in the room, the letter was sent by the task force, the content of the letter is very simple, a controlled **** in Xinshi I took a long-distance bus to Zongcheng and left Xinshi at noon yesterday.

When it was time to go to work, Zheng Fang hurried to the Western Xinjiang Secret Service and asked for a photo of the controlled **** in the task force. The photo shows a lean and lean Sand man with piercing eyes, a beardless upper lip and a goatee on his chin.

"His name is Shalavan, he is engaged in the mutton trade in New City, and he left by car after closing his stall yesterday morning. He was involved in the distribution of separatist pamphlets, but because he was not deeply involved, we did not take measures against him, and we have been monitoring him. Before and after the supply line incident, there was no change in this person, and we guessed that he should have nothing to do with the case, but you said that you should be notified as long as there is a situation under control, so I will report it to you. The three team leaders in the task force were not there, and Zhao Zhe, who went to the hotel to deliver the letter, explained to Zheng Fang.

"Is there anyone watching him over there in Zongcheng?" asked Zheng Fang.

"Of course, our people in Zongcheng have already gotten the news and will keep a constant monitor on him. Zhao Zhe said.

"If he goes to an area inhabited by the Sand tribe, such as Tabanji Temple, he can also monitor it?" Zheng Fang asked again.

"We can't get in there, we can only monitor the perimeter, we can know when he went in and when he came out, and as for what he did inside, we definitely can't know. Zhao Zhe shook his head.

"Well, get me a ticket for the nearest flight to Zongcheng. Zheng Fang nodded and said to Zhao Zhe again. He had been running on the land of Western Xinjiang for two days, and he had long known that there was a flight to Zongcheng in Xinshi.

"Okay, the closest flight from Xinshi to Zongcheng is at 11 o'clock, I'm afraid you're too late, right?" Zhao Zhe glanced at the timetable of planes and trains pressed under the tabletop, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and turned his head to look at Zheng Fang, it was almost half past ten at this time.

"You just get the ticket for me, the time is fine. Zheng Fang said.

"Uh, okay. Zhao Zhe picked up the phone on the desk and called the airport.

"The ticket has been contacted, but you will need to pick it up yourself with your ID. Zhao Zhe hung up the phone and said to Zheng Fang.

"Where are you contacting?" asked Zheng Fang.

"Airport ticket office, what's wrong?" Before Zhao Zhe's words fell, he watched Zheng Fang's figure disappear blankly, leaving only a little afterimage still standing there, his serious expression still clear.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Fang had already appeared at the airport ticket office, took the ticket with his personal documents, and the boarding notice had already sounded on the radio, and Zheng Fang's figure flashed several times before appearing at the boarding gate.

"Hurry up, the plane is about to take off!" the ticket inspector urged, watching Zheng Fang step onto the plane.

When he arrived at Zongcheng, just 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Fang estimated that Shalawan should not have arrived in Zongcheng yet, so he immediately rushed to Zongcheng bus station, this time without the help of transportation, but quickly by relying on slush and claws.

Although Zheng Fang's own speed is not much slower than that of an airplane, it takes spiritual power to operate the exercises, especially now that Zheng Fang has built eight teleportation points, and his body lacks spiritual power, so if he can borrow a means of transportation for long-distance running, of course, he must borrow it, but in order to hurry for a short distance, he can only rely on himself.

Near the Zongcheng bus station, Zheng Fang slowed down, and it didn't take long for him to feel that something was wrong, the people walking by him, the street vendors, and the guys in the store looked at him with strange eyes, this kind of look was not hostile, but it was like looking at an anomaly, the eyes were full of alienation and indifference, making Zheng Fang feel like a pebble falling into the sand, there was a clear boundary and obvious difference.

This is Zongcheng, the western town of Huaguo, the center of Koranism in Huaguo, for the inexplicable rejection and indifference embodied by an outsider, Zheng Fang was terrified, this look, let alone tracking Shalawan, he was afraid that Shalawan would notice himself as soon as he got out of the car, he hurriedly found a no-man's corner and flashed in, and when he came out again, he was already a standard Zongcheng person, wearing the iconic bowler hat of Kolanism, wearing a white robe that is very common to locals, with a dark complexion and a thick beard.

Walking in the market again, Zheng Fang finally relaxed a little, those scrutinizing eyes disappeared, and he could finally blend in with the flow of people and track himself.

Although Shalawan has nothing to do with the case of the supply line, however, the case of the supply line is only ranked second in Zheng Fang's task, and the first place is still to understand the relationship between **** and the Sange Sect, so tracking **** is still the focus of his work.

When the car entered the station, Zheng Fang recognized Shalawan at a glance, and after more than 30 hours of driving, Shalawan was obviously a little tired, but he didn't stay at the station too much, and after a few words with the motorcyclist carrying people at the station, he got on the motorcycle and left the station with a smoke.

Just when the motorcycle started, Zheng Fang's figure flashed in the flow of people, and his body instantly became energetic, attached to the trunk of the back seat of the motorcycle, and some people who walked by Zheng Fang's side couldn't help frowning, as if someone was standing there just now, and disappeared in a trance, and finally he could only shake his head, thinking that his eyes were spent.

The motorcycle left the bus station and walked through the streets and alleys of Zongcheng "da da da", passing through the streets getting narrower and narrower, and the residential areas became more and more dense, until finally they entered a narrow alley that only allowed one person to pass, and the residential areas on both sides were irregularly built up and down, like boxes twisted together, and the wires were pulled between these boxes, and they were chaotic. The shouts of women in various languages, chanting, and children's laughter echoed between the boxes, and the motorcycle seemed to have entered a canyon between two mountain ranges made up of boxes, and the windows of the black holes on the high boxes on both sides were like vigilant eyes, as if ready to destroy the invading enemy.

The motorcycle stopped in front of a black hole hotel, Shalawan paid the money and got into the hotel, he seemed to be very familiar with the owner of the hotel, and greeted each other casually, and the boss didn't register, so he threw a key to him, Shalawan took the key, went upstairs with a bang, and got into a room with a twist and turn, Zheng Fang followed, the motorcycle was not slow, and his energyization time was still very early.

Sharavan didn't stay in the room long, threw his simple luggage in the room, didn't even look at the room, took the toiletries and went downstairs, out of the hostel, and into a bathroom not far from the hostel.

Zheng Fang followed him into the bathroom, to be honest, he didn't know much about the ethnic minorities in Western Xinjiang, and he didn't know what he should change to not attract attention, he chased Shalavan, carefully browsed the people who came and went in the bathroom, the bathroom in the afternoon, there were not many people, Zheng Fang searched for a long time, and finally found a wash and left, in his opinion, the most inconspicuous face, changed into a similar face to that person, and recovered his body when the time for energy transformation was approaching.

The bathroom was full of steam, some people were chatting about homely things, but more people still took care of their bodies without saying a word, and so did Shalavan, he washed carefully in the pool, and asked the bathroom man to rub his back, and then went down to the pool and washed it carefully, and after washing, he returned to the dressing room, and asked someone to trim his toenails, and when everything was cleaned up, he did not drink tea and take a break in the dressing room like the others, but hurriedly put on his clothes and left the bathroom quickly.