In the afternoon of that day, the rebel officers, who had asked enough questions and scolded enough, drove the two Qingping army warlocks out of the big tent, escorted by four people, followed by a group of people, to the gap at the end of the alley.

Outside the crowd, Yang Huanfeng pulled Cai Huan to watch this good show, and Ouwa also followed.

"Young master," Xue Yuchuan, who had been guarding this side for a long time, seemed to have long eyes behind her, and before the three of them were about to approach, she turned around and saluted.

In the sky, a pair of snow owls hovered, and in the shade of the trees beyond the reach of the eye, there were more than a dozen gray-brown, inconspicuous finches, within a radius of ten miles, not letting go of the slightest movement.

With Xue Yuchuan's "Young Master", the other three people under Yang Wuchang also turned around as if they were flopping.

From right to left are Feng Zhang, Fang Yi, and Zhao Baoshan, the three of them are not as respectful to Yang Huanfeng as Xue Yuchuan to him, and after nodding and smiling, they came over to hook up with him.

"Yo, senior brother, where did you find this beauty, the brothers have walked around this mountain, and they haven't seen anyone who can compare to this girl. Fang Yi laughed strangely.

He had a pair of particularly flexible eyebrows, which were constantly moving on those two colors at the moment.

Cai Huan ignored a few people and walked forward with the gull. Although she didn't say it, she was really interested in this big battle of moving mountains and mountains.

"Girl, girl!" a steady male voice greeted behind him, "The brothers are all vulgar people who don't have a good mouth, if you offend them, please bear with them." ”

The one who spoke was Zhao Baoshan, the eldest in the army, don't look at his polite appearance, he has more fun inside than anyone else, if the other three are vulgar people, then he is a sven scum.

It's just that there is no difference between vulgarity and elegance and Cai Huan, she doesn't pay attention to anyone, and walks straight forward until she can see the two warlocks who are strictly guarded when she crosses the head.

Spells cannot be performed without a mouth and a pair of hands, so to let them work, the escort has to help them unshackle, but the most dangerous thing for a warlock is that mouth and a pair of hands, so the soldiers on guard have their hands glued to the hilt of the knife.

The two of them were already in a position, one kneeling on one knee with his hands on the ground, and the other with his eyes closed and facing the gap at the end of the alley with his arms outstretched. It doesn't seem like he's going to play tricks, after all, the knife on the back of his neck will fall.

At this time, Ouwa suddenly pulled the corner of Cai Huan's clothes, and looked up at her pitifully - it turned out that only Cai Huan himself could see standing here, Ouwa was not yet her shoulder height, and her vision was blocked thoroughly by the back of the person in front of her.

But further on there were guarded soldiers, Cai Huan frowned slightly, and was about to shake his head at the gull.

"Come," At this time, Yang Huanfeng squeezed sideways from the back of the crowd, clapped his hands at the gull, and opened his arms.

The gull baby rushed into his arms excitedly, and was lifted by the latter over his shoulder, and the view ahead was unobstructed.

Yang Huanfeng put the gull baby on his shoulder, and shrugged at Cai Huan on the vacant side, with a courteous face, "Can you see the girl standing here?"

Underwhelmed.

Cai Huan shook his face without emotion and continued to look in the direction of the two warlocks.

The crowd of onlookers chattered and quarreled, but the two brothers were unaffected and focused on the task at hand. I saw one side kneeling facing the crowd, his hands drawing quickly on the sandy ground, while drawing, his feet quickly moved and retreated, and in a breath, the strange sand painting on the ground had extended six or seven steps to the right from the place where he was originally kneeling.

The soldier with the knife behind him obviously knew the process of casting the spell in advance, and immediately followed him and stepped back and ran, but the speed of a young soldier was not as fast as that of the old warlock, and the knife in his hand became more and more unstable.

As the warlock withdrew about ten paces, huge pillars of sand poured out of the array he had drawn before, and as the warlock kept retreating, new pillars of sand rose from the ground where he had moved.

Although it can maintain the columnar shape with this momentum, the sand is still sand, not a real pillar. The pillar of sand, the farthest and the first to gush out from the warlock, was more than three feet high, almost to the limit, and it seemed to fall back and fall apart.

At this time, I saw the squatting warlock stretch his feet, stop and retreat, stand up and play Tai Chi like a push, and the sand pillar that reached the height then bent in the direction of the end of the alley, and the originally dense sand pillar spread out in the air, and the strands converged in the distance, like a dark yellow light gauze dress in the sky.

The sari floated all the way to the gap at the end of the alley, and the other warlock, who was waiting for him, suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright silver halo appeared in his hands. I saw him reach forward with his hands, and the silver halo enveloped the sand in the sky, and when it fell into the distance, it condensed into a square entity, arranged in an array, and fell down violently at the gap at the end of the alley mountain—

The squares of the sand and gravel are tightly knit, and even the surface is smooth and dense like porcelain enamel.

Pillars of sand continued to pour out of the previous warlock's array, and then continued to be transported to the end of the alley under the push and overturn of his Tai Chi cloud hand, and the latter warlock took the baton here, wrapping the sand and gravel with the soft light like the moon, forming hard squares...... The flat high wall is incompatible with the winding mountain at the end of the alley, but it does not prevent it from getting longer and wider little by little......

After the alley mountain, the sun would not set for a while, but it had to end early because of the high wall that suddenly rose from the ground.

The daylight had not yet turned into the fiery red of the setting sun, but it still retained its mellow white-gold color, revealing an incomplete halo from the smaller and smaller gaps at the end of the alley, lining the backlit high walls in pitch black.

That's a ten-mile gap, and even longer if you count the shallows that stretch out into the sea. The sand gushing out of this row seemed to have no end, no matter how much he moved, it still didn't break.

In the crowd of onlookers, three people other than Xue Yuchuan, Yang Wuchang's subordinate, had already crowded to him, their faces were gone, and they all bit their thumbs, glancing at the two warlocks who were casting spells, and at the brothers who were also distressed on the left and right, smacking their lips from time to time, and shaking their heads from time to time.

The freshness of people at the beginning has passed, Ouwa sat on Yang Huanfeng's shoulder and yawned, and kept looking at Cai Huan, who was like an iceberg and did not move at all, at least she was not like Brother Yang and his fox friends, who were full of interest on the surface.

This flat ground sand gushing, condensation into bricks, tired bricks into the wall of the Taoist technique is indeed magical, but compared to the "moving mountains and unloading mountains" such a saying, it is indeed unpretentious, the first look at the surprise is just that, look at it for a while, it is inevitable to feel bored.

But in the eyes of those who really know how to do it, this set of unpretentious actions can be called a mysterious and majestic puzzle - there are thousands of spells in the world, but in the final analysis, they are just six permutations and combinations of six disciplines and twelve techniques, and according to the division of Qingping Dao, it corresponds to their six parts of "fire", "dragon", "earth", "age", "qi" and "thunder". Although the master of the five people in Huailin disdained to agree with this blunt division, it was difficult to get out of the rut when it came to it, and it was not as straightforward as Qingping Dao.

"The one squatting on the ground should be using the technique of pulling the gods, but how can it be ......" Feng Zhang bit his thumb bald, still not understanding the strangeness.

The magic technique is the art of controlling things, and earlier in the tent, Yang Huanfeng played with the dagger in the air, using this method. If he cultivates here, he can move a hundred and ten pounds of sand and gravel like this warlock—of course, only one of weight and flexibility can be chosen—but if he moves the sand in this sandy field...... No, according to the size of the high wall, this place should have been dug a hundred feet deep.

"Don't talk about him, what kind of method is used to make bricks, how can the sand be so strong?" Zhao Baoshan also put his thumb to his lips, but he didn't bite it, just rubbed the mustache on his lips with his fingernails.

On the side, Fang Yi's thumb was also stuffed in his mouth, he went further than the two of them, sucking his thumb, "I can tell you this," he removed his thumb and said to Zhao Baoshan, "I heard that there is a fake glass with sand mixed with pigment in Shizhou, and it is difficult to find it if you don't pay attention to the real thing." I think the warlock is like a flipping technique, and if it is mixed with a little bit of fire and thunder tricks, it should not be difficult to do this. ”

"What's not difficult, Fang Da Genius, I remember you can't even handle the scoop water, right?" Yang Huanfeng, who had not spoken, suddenly joined in, choking Fang Yi with a word.

"Huanfeng, what do you think of the squatting sand?" Zhao Baoshan asked.

Yang Huanfeng smiled, smiled without saying a word, pretending to be profound, while stretching out his hand to point to the coast in the distance.

The other three looked in the direction of his finger, and there was nothing but the waves crashing on the shore.

"One more reminder, today is the tenth day of the new year. ”

What happened at the beginning of the day? Everyone still looked at him in confusion.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the words are all explained here, you still can't guess?" Yang Huanfeng shook his head proudly, "Feng Xuewen, Senior Brother Zhao, Fang Da Genius?"

He mocked the three of them one by one, then closed his eyes heavily in pretended to be painful, and then opened his eyes and said—

"Look at the tide, nerd. ”

On the tenth day of the first month, the tide should not fall until the time of the year, but the sun has not yet set, and the tide rises and falls, and retreats and rises, no matter how you look at it, it is extraordinary.

"You mean......" Although he was scolded the worst by Yang Huanfeng, Fang Datian lived up to his reputation, and his brain did turn faster than others, "That sand and gravel are from the bottom of the sea?"

"That's right," Yang Huanfeng replied, "I don't recognize the array that the warlock drew on the ground, but if he just used the technique of pulling the gods to move the local sand, it should be a rope ......array."

"Isn't that a rope formation?" Feng Zhang suddenly said.

"Will you take a look at it again?" Yang raised his chin lightly in the direction of the warlock.

Feng Zhang looked at it fixedly when he heard this, and rubbed his eyes again after a while, "It's really a formation I've never seen before." ”

"Okay, the case is solved, let's go back. Yang Huanfeng patted Feng Zhang's shoulder and said to the other two.

The crowd had dispersed, except for the soldiers who were supervising the two warlocks, only a few people remained. After Feng Zhang, Fang Yi, and Zhao Baoshan also turned around and left, only Cai Huan, Yang Huanfeng, and the gull baby on his shoulders were left in this small piece.

Yang Huanfeng put the ou baby down, took a step forward and stood side by side with Cai Huan.

"Do you want to see the sun go down?" he asked, rather charmingly.

I don't know if I wanted to leave, Cai Huan took the gull baby when he heard this, and turned around and left without saying a word, leaving Yang Huanfeng alone.

He sighed self-deprecatingly, "I can't see it if I want to." ”

In the distance, the gap at the end of the alley was completely closed, and the last rays of daylight had just turned red before disappearing behind the newly completed high wall.

"Yu Chuan, you should rest early, too. ”

In the middle of the sand, Xue Yuchuan was still dutifully watching over her birds. Yang Huanfeng turned around, beckoned to her, and said cordially.

At this time, the sand that did not meet the construction deadline did not fall on the spot. They first blinded the guards, then poured them into their mouths and noses.

The guards knelt down in pain, and there was no time to hold the knives in their hands. Ten fingers on both hands, all of them were inserted into their mouths, trying to pull out the sand.

There was no sound of their pain, because all the holes in their faces were blocked by sand. Yang Huanfeng lowered his head and walked with a stone between his feet.

Xue Yuchuan's snow owl noticed this tragic situation in the sky, and the next moment it was chased by the sand and fled for its life.

"Young master!

Xue Yuchuan asked Yang Huanfeng, who had just walked out not far away, for help, and his voice was oozing blood.

At this moment, a monstrous stream of sand was striking in the direction of the town, and a small stream fell among them, quickly chasing her.

Yang Huanfeng first heard Xue Yuchuan's shout, then noticed the abnormal change in the sky, and when he looked up, he found that the sand stream as wide as a river was surging in the direction where the rebels were stationed.

He drew a dagger and a sword from his waist and threw them at each of the two warlocks.

The sand stream in the sky split into two streams of yellow sand, which were wrapped around two galloping cold rays of light. It's just that the cold light seems to recognize the Lord, and it is not hindered by the yellow sand, and it stabs forward.

The two warlocks dodged in a panic, looking to get out of the orbit of the dagger and sword.

Yang Huanfeng is not proficient in the magic technique, but he can only break through their defenses by distracting the two of them, and at such a short distance, he is not sure that he will let the weapon change direction again-

In front of the cold mang, I saw the golden flowers flowing from the corners of his eyes, and when he breathed and breathed, he had reached the dagger and the sword, and he was about to hold the dagger and the sword, and go straight to the tip of the hearts of the two people.

"Help!"

Not far away, the yellow sand like a devil's claw was about to wrap around Xue Yuchuan's delicate body.

When Yang Huanfeng heard the sound, he was about to hold the dagger with both hands from grip to fingers, and with a light touch at the tail handle, the dagger blade turned slightly towards it.

The golden streamer was stretched into a line, and it immediately flashed to Xue Yuchuan's side, and a forward lunge knocked her to the ground.

As soon as the yellow sand devil's claws grabbed the air, and they were about to attack again, behind him, a sword and a dagger stabbed into the chests of the two warlocks.

Over the military tent, heavy yellow sand fell with a bang.