Whether it is in the great light, the grassland, or the desert, bandits seem to represent greed, perhaps this itself is human nature.

The high-nosed sand bandit saw that Yang Yi and Pan Qi were alone here, and there was nothing of value on their bodies, so finding their "companions" became the ultimate goal.

Seeing that Yang Yi and Pan Qi didn't speak, the foreign young man smiled bitterly: "You are right, betraying your companions will be punished by the gods, but... In doing so, you will endure more weeping. ”

Apparently, the foreign young man also thought that Yang Yi and Pan Qi could not be just two people, and perhaps their companions were hiding behind some sand dune.

"What do they want?" Yang Yi asked.

The foreign young man was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "The greed of the sand bandits is beyond your imagination, and from the moment you meet them, you have already entered the edge of hell. ”

The high-nosed sand bandit on the side seemed to feel that the conversation between Yang Yi and the two was too long, and he yelled at the exotic young man twice with some impatience.

The foreign young man glanced at Yang Yi and the others with some pity, then sighed and shook his head gently, he was telling the sand bandit Yang Yi that they didn't have anything to gain value.

The high-nosed sand bandit spat at the mouth with some annoyance, turned around and said a few words to the sand bandits behind him, and the sand bandits immediately stepped forward to shrink the encirclement even smaller.

With a smile on his face, Yang Yi moved his body two steps behind Pan Qi and chuckled, "Elder Pan, what do you say?" ”

Pan Qi's face was grim, and he didn't look back: "Hmph... It's just a bunch of bandits. ”

"Hey, we're grasshoppers on a rope, you won't leave me alone, will you?"

With Pan Qi's martial arts, even if he can't fight these sand bandits, it is enough to save his life, but Yang Yi doesn't have that ability.

"Without me, Hu Yanzhi won't even give you a single piece of wool~" Yang Yi added.

Pan Qi was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned back to look at Yang Yi and sneered: "They all say that you are cunning, how can you not know the reason why you fly separately when the catastrophe comes?" ”

Pan Qi's smile was a little weird, Yang Yi was startled, a trace of ominous premonition rose, and he wanted to run without saying a word.

However, Pan Qi's hand was faster, and before Yang Yi could take a step, he grabbed Yang Yi's collar with his right hand and lifted him up.

"Old and immortal! Lao Tzu greets your ancestors for eighty-eight generations! Yang Yi was dragged by Pan Qi and couldn't break free, so he had to scold.

The two of them suddenly became entangled, which made the surrounding sand bandits who were about to come forward stunned, and they all looked at each other and said secretly: Why did these two fight first?

I saw Pan Qi laugh and said fiercely: "Little cub, the old man saved your life that day, and today is the time for you to repay your kindness!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Pan Qi raised his big hand, and Yang Yi exclaimed in surprise that he was thrown high into the horse team of the sand bandits.

The sand bandit team suddenly panicked, and everyone hurriedly dragged their horses and scattered.

"Bump!"

There was a sand bandit who couldn't dodge and was smashed off the horseback by Yang Yishengsheng, and thanks to the sand bandit's back, Yang Yi would not be knocked unconscious.

However, Yang Yi didn't have time to rejoice, as soon as he landed, he heard an angry roar from around him, and when he looked up, he was sitting in a dense crowd of sand bandits, surrounded by hideous faces.

"Hey, hey... Hello brothers! Yang Yi smiled and beckoned to the sand bandits surrounding him.

Without waiting for the sand bandits to react, Yang Yi suddenly burst out, rolled sideways like a marble, and quickly got under the belly of a horse under the crotch of a sand bandit next to him.

The sand bandits woke up in shock, and they all pulled out their scimitars and searched for Yang Yi in the crowd.

Yang Yi relied on his flexible body to constantly shuttle back and forth under the belly of the horses, and the sand bandits had no choice but to yell on the horse's back, and there was chaos.

"Roar!" Suddenly, the high-nosed sand bandit shouted angrily.

Suddenly, the chaotic and noisy crowd quieted down, and the big man with a high nose pointed at a group of sand bandits with a scimitar in his hand, muttered a call, and then waved his hand vigorously.

The sand bandits seemed to have an epiphany, and they dragged their mounts and scattered around.

When the sand bandits dispersed on the vast sand dunes, Yang Yi, who was hiding under the belly of a horse, secretly screamed badly.

Sure enough, a sand bandit suddenly pointed to where Yang Yi was and shouted excitedly.

Suddenly, four or five sand bandits around him surrounded him with a sinister smile, and they didn't get too close to avoid Yang Yi estimating that he would drill under the belly of the other people's horses.

Several scimitars poked under the belly of the horse where Yang Yi was at the same time, and Yang Yi had no choice but to roll out from under the horse's belly, and then pull out his legs as if he was running outside.

Seeing this, several sand bandits dragged their mounts and followed unhurriedly, and one of the sand bandits waved the whip in his hand towards Yang Yi.

"Smack!" The whip slammed Yang Yi's back, and a hot feeling made Yang Yi grit his teeth in pain.

But Yang Yi didn't dare to stop, once he stopped, the next time he greeted him might not be a horsewhip, but a blade.

"Smack!" After two more whips, Yang Yi's left arm and cheek were each hit, and two red whip marks soon appeared.

"Haha!!" Seeing Yang Yi's embarrassed appearance, a burst of laughter erupted in the crowd of sand bandits, and the sand bandits chasing Yang Yi also seemed to want to play Yang Yi, so they deliberately slowed down and drove Yang Yi to run back and forth in the big circle of the sand bandit siege.

Yang Yi's brain was spinning while running, his body had been subjected to more than ten horse whips, and his whole body was as painful as if he was burning on the flames, he was like a monkey being played by clowns in the circus at the moment, and the sand bandits would slowly torture him to death.

After running for four or five laps in the field, Yang Yi was already out of breath, and his limbs seemed to be no longer his own, but he was just running by inertia.

"Pan Qi Lao'er! If you don't do it again, Lao Tzu will return to the west! Yang Yi shouted while running hard.

Those sand bandits naturally didn't know what Yang Yi was shouting, and they all thought that he was shouting for mercy.

The high-nosed sand bandit stood behind the crowd, and did not stop his subordinates from playing Yang Yi, marching in the desert is an extremely boring thing, Yang Yi has no valuable property on him, so his only use value is to let everyone play to relieve fatigue.

The high-nosed sand bandit looked up at the already dark night sky, and felt that the time should be almost there, and gently touched the colt under his crotch, ready to make a sound for his men to end the game.

Suddenly, the high-nosed sand bandit froze, and he felt a cool breeze around his neck, as if an ice cube was suddenly approaching him in the hot desert land.

The sand bandit shuddered in his heart, and a cold killing intent struck from behind, he was used to seeing life and death in the desert of the Sea of Death, and he knew for the first time that this killing intent was very close to him, and he was so close that he almost tore himself apart.