"Who are you? don't meddle in your business, lest you get angry!" said one of the sand bandit leaders opposite, loudly.

This sand thief leader didn't know Ma Qingfeng, otherwise he would have run away a long time ago, where would he have the courage to ask questions here.

Ma Qingfeng glanced at the opposite side, there were at least two thousand sand thieves. Among them, there are quite a few prefecture-level masters, and that leader is still a master of the prefecture-level nine grades, no wonder Poison Fang is not an opponent.

Poisonous Fang knew Ma Qingfeng's strength, and laughed, "Rabbit cubs, let my brother clean up after you today, so that you can also know that there are people outside the sky!"

"Okay! Today, my brother will help Brother Fangfang to let out this evil breath. Ma Qingfeng smiled heartily.

His hands quickly made a few handprints, and then pointed to the sand thief on the other side, "Hold!"

I saw hundreds of sand thieves on the opposite side, and suddenly fell straight down without warning. Then Ma Qingfeng grabbed the void.

He saw a cloud of black light caught by him, and he seemed to be still struggling.

This is the latest soul control technique that Ma Qingfeng has learned, and he has just learned it. Gently sucking the black light in his hand, there was a trace of energy in the dantian, and he glanced at the opposite side disdainfully.

Ma Qingfeng's Chaos Divine Skill also has the function of absorbing the energy of the Hidden Dragon Talisman, which is also a function that Ma Qingfeng discovered very early. Regarding unlocking the mystery of the Hidden Dragon Talisman, Ma Qingfeng always had an expectant attitude.

"What kind of magic is this?" the sand thieves on the other side panicked, only ignorance is the most terrifying.

Although some sand thieves have seen soul control techniques, they have never seen such a domineering soul control technique. This is still the result of Ma Qingfeng not doing his best, just experimenting.

"Hey, my brother's kung fu is so familiar!" Fang reached out and scratched his head, thoughtful.

Nodding slightly, Ma Qingfeng felt very satisfied, the exercises handed down from ancient times were extraordinary.

"Damn, what's the big deal about being able to do sorcery, brothers, go up and chop him into meat sauce!" the leader shouted loudly, and appeared in front of Ma Qingfeng in a flash of brandishing a scimitar.

"Ugh!"

The eyes of the sand thieves who rushed up from behind almost fell out, and their advancing figures came to an abrupt halt! An incredible scene unfolded in front of them.

I saw that their leader was lifted by Ma Qingfeng like a chicken, pinching his neck, and the scimitar had long been thrown aside, and his legs were kicked indiscriminately.

"It's overwhelming!" snapped his neck and tossed the dead body aside.

Immediately after, the momentum of the Heaven-level Martial Venerable unfolded, and the remaining more than a thousand sand thieves fell to their knees.

"Brother Fang, let the warriors of your tribe go up!"

Fangs were stunned, and said mechanically, "Come on warriors!"

The remnants of the scorpion tribe warriors shouted "Kill!" and rushed forward one by one.

Poof!

The sand pirates didn't even have the ability to resist, and they were all killed.

These 200 or so warriors, all covered in blood, exuded a boundless murderous aura, and were so tired that they were panting for breath.

More than 1,000 people, all of whom were killed by them, could choke them enough.

"I said, brother, what level of cultivation is your cultivation now?" Poison Fang finally came to his senses and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Hehe! not high, not high. It's only a little bit stronger than before. Ma Qingfeng smiled modestly.

"Brother is really powerful! Even the master of the ninth grade of the ground level does not have the slightest ability to resist in your hands, so you have to guide and guide the elder brother when you have time!"

"No problem, as long as the eldest brother wants to learn, the younger brother will never be stingy. ”

"Well, brother, if nothing happens. I went back to the tribe with my eldest brother. In a few days, the old ram will bring men to attack us. I hope brother, help. ”

So, Ma Qingfeng followed Fang and the others back to the poisonous scorpion department.

The scorpion tribe occupies a small oasis with only about fifty thousand people. Survive on simple farming and hunting.

"The patriarch is back, the group patriarch is back!" the tribal lookout shouted from afar when he saw Fangfang and the others.

"Haha! Sons, we don't have to worry anymore, we have a powerful helper, and there is no way back to discipline the sand thieves!"

"Good! good!"

The people rejoiced and smiled.

In the evening, the scorpion tribe specially prepared a very wonderful bonfire party for Ma Qingfeng. The warriors of the tribe performed the dance in the leather skirt handed down from their ancestors, and the women danced the ancient sacrificial dance.

Killing cattle and sheep, singing and dancing, so lively.

The peaceful life was finally shattered two days later.

On this day, Ma Qingfeng was instructing the fangs to practice martial arts, and suddenly a tribal warrior ran over, "Patriarch, it's not good, the sand thieves are coming!"

Fangs took the mace and said, "Gather the warriors of the tribe immediately and prepare for battle!"

The tribal warrior said yes and turned to prepare.

"This old thing is coming very quickly, brother, let's go out and have a look!"

The two walked together to the gate.

Woo!

There was a sound of horns, and the warriors of the tribe ran over with their weapons. Soon, 10,000 warriors stood in line.

These 10,000 warriors are the elite of the scorpion tribe. If it hadn't been controlled by the sand thieves for many years, the scorpion tribe would not have fallen to such a weak state.

You know, back then, the scorpion tribe was the largest part of the desert. There are 100,000 warriors who can go out to fight, and they occupy a very large oasis in the desert.

I saw that outside the gate, the black ground was full of countless sand thieves, and the murderous aura rose to the sky!

The ram sat coldly on the back of the elephant beast, squinting his small eyes, and coldly glancing at the scorpion tribe.

When the ram saw the fangs coming to them, he immediately jumped over.

"I said fangs, the other tribes have been wiped out by us, you know each other, lead your tribe to surrender, for the sake of the past friendship, I can spare your life." ”

"Fuck you. You're a little beast, and your hair hasn't grown yet. Dare to say that I am not ashamed here, Lao Tzu will teach your old dog a lesson for your puppy today. ”

"You dare to scold me?"

"it. Lao Tzu is not only scolding you, Lao Tzu is still going to beat you!" Fang waved his mace and flew over.

"Young Master Ben is not afraid of you, you wait! someone will come to clean you up. "The ram is not stupid, knowing that he is no match for fangs, he turns around and runs. Before leaving, I didn't forget to explain the scene.

Hahahaha!

This funny scene made everyone in the scorpion tribe laugh.

"It's fucking rubbish. The ram scolded coldly.

"You shameless sand thieves still want to control my scorpion department. Lao Tzu tells you that even if we are all killed in battle today, we will not surrender. Fangs raised his mace and shouted at the ram cold.

"If you don't know what to lift, you'll regret it. I want you to know what the consequences of disobeying my will are!" The ram snorted coldly and waved his hand slightly.

Brush!

A figure sprang out from behind him, rushing to the head of the fangs like lightning, and the big knife in his hand slashed down with a whining of the evil wind.

"It's shameless, I still want to sneak attack Lao Tzu. Fangs scolded, but his hand was not slow, and the mace was lifted up.

While!

The visitor was so shocked that he flew back. Fangs were unforgiving, strode away, and caught up in a few steps, "I see where you run, just stay here!"

The mace in his hand was smashed, and everyone heard a pop, and blood flashed, smashing the figure to pieces.

"The patriarch is mighty!" the warriors of the scorpion tribe exclaimed.

Ma Qingfeng also gave a thumbs up. The two blows of the fangs were clean and neat, and they were deeply rooted in the essence of martial arts, which was the result of Ma Qingfeng's personal guidance for two days.