In the middle of the night, Ma Qingfeng was doing the final healing. Two days have passed since the battle with the Nine Ghost Bone Generals, and the injury has finally healed with the three-pronged combination of pills, chaos divine skills, and hidden dragon talismans. Moreover, the cultivation has also improved.

Cultivating in battle and finding opportunities for breakthroughs in battle has always been the most direct way for a martial artist to improve his strength, and it is also a more dangerous method. Only by fighting with an enemy with similar strength, or slightly stronger than yourself, can your cultivation be significantly improved.

However, there are too few such opportunities, and ordinary people have unfortunately died in the tempering of life and death, so how can we talk about improving our cultivation!

A noise made Ma Qingfeng open his eyes and slowly retract his work. I felt my powerful body and smiled with satisfaction.

A disciple of the Sword Sect walked over quickly, bowed and saluted, "I've seen the Pavilion Master." ”

"What's the commotion over there?"

"Pavilion Master, the senior brother who is on guard has caught a spy and is interrogating. ”

"Have you recruited a spy?" Ma Qingfeng frowned, there are still spies, this sand thief is really pervasive!

"This spy has a hard mouth and doesn't say anything. The senior brothers are about to use the big punishment, so they ask the pavilion master for instructions. ”

After a little hesitation, Ma Qingfeng said: "Don't be busy with the punishment first, bring it over and I'll take a look." ”

This disciple said yes and went to bring someone.

In a moment, more than a dozen disciples of the Sword Sect walked over with a person tied up with five flowers.

This is a middle-aged Taoist in a gray sermon robe, his hair is disheveled, his robe is damaged in many places, and blood is oozing in some places.

Ma Qingfeng was a little puzzled, the sand thieves were all in the same robe, and he didn't see anyone wearing a Taoist robe. "Who are you, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The Taoist priest stared at Ma Qingfeng for a while, did not answer, and twisted his head to the side.

"I still regard death as home, well, I will fulfill you and pull this sand thief's spy far away, and the result will be!"

Ma Qingfeng closed his eyes slightly, not in a hurry.

Without waiting for the disciple of the Sword Sect to make a move, the Taoist priest spoke, "I'm not a friend of the sand thieves. Don't insult me!"

"If you're not a spy of the sand thieves, then who are you?" a disciple of the Sword Sect asked.

The Taoist priest didn't answer, looked at Ma Qingfeng and said, "Who are you, what are you doing in this doomsday desert!"

Ma Qingfeng didn't answer, "Come on, light the torch!"

Brush!

The disciples of the Sword Sect immediately lit the torches, and more than a dozen torches shone as bright as day. Ma Qingfeng didn't let the torches in the camp be lit before, for fear of attracting wild beasts or sand thieves, and delaying the journey by causing trouble.

On this dark and windy night, people can't see anything around them clearly. But Ma Qingfeng could see it clearly.

As soon as the torch was lit, the Taoist priest shouted, "You are the Sword Sect of the Great Xia Kingdom!"

Under the illumination of the torches, the iconic costumes of the disciples of the Sword Sect were unobstructed!

"Who are you?" Ma Qingfeng asked again.

"I am a disciple of the Three Qingguan of the Red Sun Kingdom, and I am now serving as a sentry in the Black Snake Gang in the Oasis Secret Realm. ”

"Then how did you become the way you are?"

"I just found out that the sand thieves were going to attack the oasis, so I wanted to secretly pass on the news. I didn't know that I was discovered by them, and I finally escaped, and I didn't want to get lost at night and be caught by you for a spy. ”

Everyone now understood that this Taoist priest was not a spy. At the same time, he was worried about the oasis.

Wu Yacone looked solemn, "The sand thieves haven't taken the initiative to attack the oasis for five or six years, and we usually fight outside the oasis. Something seemed wrong this time, and it stands to reason that we were only a day's way from the oasis, and there should have been a patrol party long ago. But now ......"

Ma Qingfeng's eyes lit up, "Rest immediately, and set off immediately on the fourth watch!"

At that moment, everyone immediately untied the Taoist priest, applied medicine to heal the wounds, and rested cross-legged.

The wind blew until the third watch before it gradually stopped.

Mingyue was still hiding in the thick clouds, like a shy little girl, hiding.

Ma Qingfeng and the five hundred Sword Sect disciples had already been busy, took out dry food and water, and used breakfast.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, sins and sins. Poor people don't eat meat and fishy things, just eat some dry food. The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and rejected the fire scorpion meat handed over by the disciples of the Sword Sect, grabbed a baked cake, carried a water bag, and ate it.

He wouldn't have thought that he had missed an opportunity to increase his strength, although it was a little bit of skill, but the Sword Sect disciple's fire scorpion meat was sufficient!

The disciples of the Sword Sect took a bite of fire scorpion meat and a sip of water, and after eating, they sat down cross-legged in unison, and used their skills to digest and absorb a trace of heaven and earth aura in the fire scorpion meat.

"Let's go!" Ma Qingfeng and the other five hundred masters of the Sword Sect set off on time on the fourth watch after breakfast.

Time passed little by little, and in an instant, a blazing sun rose from the eastern land, dyeing the golden desert with a touch of red.

The ram looked at the neat line and said slowly: "Brothers, since our ancestors came to this Eastern Continent, they have fought with the local powerhouses for countless years. In this apocalyptic desert, too many ancestors have been buried. Today, history will be rewritten by us, show your greatest courage, rush into the oasis, kill the people of the Brotherhood Alliance, and use their blood to write your feats!"

The sand thieves unfolded their skills and quickly rushed to the secret oasis.

"Today's breakfast manager instructed the dinner to be opened half an hour later and get some delicious meals for the brothers, during this time, the brothers are tired!"

The disciples in the dining room were notified early in the morning, so the breakfast was very rich. Naturally, the time was postponed.

"Let's eat!

The disciples of the Brotherhood League immediately rushed to the dining hall and began to eat breakfast.

A large part of the patrol team invited by Nan Tianba still had a hangover and didn't wake up at all, so they didn't go to breakfast at all.

There was no one in the Sword Sect station to deliver food, and Nan Tianba didn't let anyone send food to the disciples of the Sword Sect at all.

Sima Changkong got up early, let the four thousand disciples of the Sword Sect finish breakfast, and one by one they were ready to deal with all the changes.

Beigong Tang stood in the courtyard and looked at the disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect guarding the gate of the courtyard, brushing his beard with his hands, "Alas, the secret realm that the old ancestor desperately kept is about to be lost in our hands!"

Hou Shang opened his mouth and said: "Senior brother is too worried! Even if the secret realm is lost, people outside the realm will not be able to enter. Don't forget that without a map, no one can open the secret realm. ”

"Yes, we have done our best, for thousands of years, my Sword Sect masters have come and gone, and they have all fallen in this doomsday desert. As a result, the sect collapsed, and it was time to go back and vigorously develop the sect so as not to destroy the inheritance during the out-of-realm war. Chief Guan Yu was also very emotional.

The fall of the Sword Sect is due to the fact that the masters are guarding the oasis in the secret realm, and they are fighting to the death with the sand thieves one after another.

As a result, there was a shortage of masters in the Sword Sect, and the influence of the sect declined rapidly. The seedlings with good qualifications would not choose the Sword Sect to practice martial arts at all, and most of them went to the Crazy Sword Sect.

Sima Changkong stared at him for a long time, then turned to the disciple of the Sword Sect and said, "No matter what happens, don't act rashly. Everything is under my command, we should focus on preserving our strength, this brotherhood is no longer worth our lives. ”

The disciple who had already given the order quickly passed it on.

The strength of the Sword Sect in the oasis is not very high, except for the ground-level masters brought by Sima Changkong, there are only more than a hundred original ground-level masters, among which the three ancestors of the Sword Sect who have the highest cultivation are all masters of the eighth grade of the prefecture.

The journey of fifty miles is fleeting for the sand thieves who spread out their body and hurried with light skills.

The Brotherhood had only a few hundred men on duty at the edge of the oasis.

Hundreds of small sandbags suddenly appeared on the sandy ground, quickly moving towards the disciples of the Brotherhood Alliance on duty.

In a low bush, two disciples of the Brotherhood League sat facing each other, and the older disciple took out a dry tobacco pouch from his arms, opened it with a fire fold, and took a beautiful puff.

"I said, brother, this is not as good as the sects in the mainland, you have to be careful everywhere, sometimes an inconspicuous little scorpion can kill someone. The older disciple gently exhaled a puff of cigarette and said with a face full of enjoyment.

"The elder brother has been here for so long, he has a lot of experience, and the younger brother is a newcomer, so he needs the elder brother to take care of him!" the young disciple arched his hand with a sincere expression.