After Jiang Mo left, the tribal elders who had regained their freedom showed no mercy to the barbarian demon clan who broke into the tribe.

The two Martial Kings in the lead have turned into two ice sculptures, and even a young man without force can easily smash them.

Having lost their leader, those armorers of the barbarian demon clan, although their combat strength is not weak, they can't withstand a few rushing back and forth.

Under the leadership of the old patriarch whose strength has reached the level of a martial king, in just half an hour, those armor soldiers of the barbarian demon clan are dead, fleeing, and throwing away their armor.

When Jiang Mo left, the reason why he didn't kill these barbarian demon clan armorers was because he didn't want to be stained with blood again, unless it was a last resort.

Moreover, these barbarian demon clan armorers broke into the tribe and killed many innocent lives, and this revenge must of course be avenged by the tribesmen.

"It feels good to have the strength of the Martial Sect again. Jiang Mo listened to the wind whistling in his ears and looked at the white clouds flowing slowly under his feet, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This Shura battlefield is too vast, and it is not easy to find a place to live.

Even if he advanced to the realm of the Martial Sect, the monk still needed the support of resources, and Jiang Mo was no exception.

He swept his gaze down, and saw what seemed to be a small group of men and horses, in the yellow sand, slowly advancing.

Looking around, it was not easy to find the right direction, Jiang Mo swept his body and walked towards the small group of people.

Since it is not easy to find the direction yourself, it is better to go forward with these people than to search blindly.

When he got closer, Jiang Mo restrained his breath, firstly, because he didn't want to be too conspicuous, and secondly, it also helped his cultivation.

There were about a dozen people in that small group, and the leader was a burly middle-aged man with a thick beard and a long knife at his waist.

This person's name is Han Li, and he is the head of the dart, and on the battlefield of Shura, he also has the work of walking darts, but compared to the outside world, it is less.

In the team of more than a dozen people, there was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, she had a beautiful face that people couldn't take their eyes off, and the fly in the ointment was that her temper was not very good.

"Uncle Han, when will I be able to get to Donglin City! I'm tired to death!" the girl pouted and complained.

"When you were asked to stay at home, you had to come here, now you know the pain, right?" Han Li rubbed the girl's head dotingly and said with a smile.

The girl turned her face away and ignored Han Li.

The convoy traveled for a stick of incense, and Han Li saw that not far away, there seemed to be a black figure.

"Parking. Han Li waved his hand, and the convoy immediately stopped, and dozens of guards all looked around vigilantly to prevent someone from robbing the dart.

This kind of thing happened a lot on the Shura battlefield.

This time, the goods they are transporting are very precious, and if there is a mistake, they will not have to mix in this line in the future.

A girl named Jingshu, but she is not a quiet lady at all, saw someone blocking the way, and her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

On her small waist, she was also wearing two scimitars, shining brightly, and it seemed that she was also a true martial weapon that was not weak.

Jing Shu jumped out of the carriage, took out two scimitars from Xiao Man's waist, and followed Han Li towards the black figure, slowly leaving.

"I'm Han Li of the Dragon Gate Dart Bureau, what does Your Excellency mean by stopping here?" Han Li shouted loudly, he is a genuine eight-star martial king, this strength, put in the outside world to escort goods, it is more than enough, but in the mixed Shura battlefield, this strength, only by honestly clamping the tail and being a man, can you get away with it.

The black figure turned around and said, "Don't be angry, Han Dart, I just want to follow the convoy and go to the east of the city together, but I can't find the direction, so I have to make this decision." I hope Han Dart will forgive me. ”

After saying that, the man didn't forget to hug his fists.

This person is Jiang Mo, after reining in his breath, Jiang Mo is no different from ordinary people, at least Han Li and the others, who do not have that strength, can detect Jiang Mo's true cultivation.

Hearing this, Han Li breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not a person who robbed darts, it was easy to say.

Jiang Mo walked slowly towards here, and Han Li was also deliberately looking at Jiang Mo, trying to find out if this person was hiding a cat, and in the end, he was sure that Jiang Mo was just an ordinary person.

Jingshu also put away the scimitar, drooped her little head, and returned to the car, she thought that there was really some kind of robber so that she could be a heroine.

The dart masters behind Han Li also put away their weapons, but the look of vigilance still hung on their faces.

"Han Darthead, it's not easy to dart on the Shura battlefield so dangerously. Jiang Mo's smile was gentle, and it was easy for people to let down their guard.

"Hey, these days, it's not easy to make money. Walking on the battlefield of Shura, although it is dangerous, but the reward is quite generous. So, just make do with it. Han Li caught a glimpse of the wide ancient sword behind Jiang Mo's back, good guy, that heavy sword, to say the least, weighed one hundred and eighty catties, the thin young man in front of him, carrying the heavy sword, didn't feel any difficulty, and even the soft yellow sand under his feet couldn't step out of the footprints.

Jiang Mo nodded, and then said: "When I first arrived, I also plan to go to the east of the city." If Han Darttou doesn't mind, I'll walk with you. ”

Han Li thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's not easy to go out. Let's go together and get together. ”

The girl who was sitting in the car and playing with two scimitars said angrily: "You are not allowed to get on the car, you are only allowed to follow the convoy." ”

Han Li shook his head and smiled bitterly, obviously he couldn't do anything about this girl, Jiang Mo didn't mind, and said loudly: "That's natural." ”

Along the way, there was a young dart master who had a faint hostility towards Jiang Mo, but because of Han Dart's presence, no one said anything.

From here to the east of the city, about a thousand miles away, although it is not very far, but if you go in the wrong direction, encounter the terrible desert black sandstorm, I am afraid you will be completely lost here.

"Rustle!"

The group walked slowly in the desert, and after about an hour, Jiang Mo, who had amazing ears, suddenly heard a slight movement.

He reminded Han Li: "Han Darthead, it seems that something is not peaceful. You tell those dart masters to keep snacks. ”

Han Li glanced up at his surroundings, although he didn't find anything abnormal, but the sense of crisis honed by the perennial dart made him feel something unusual.

He glanced at Jiang Mo more, and he was quite appreciative of the intuition of the young man in black in front of him.

There were several dart masters behind him who disdained Jiang Mo's reminder and still took care of themselves.

Someone even whispered: "What a fuss, walking darts on the Shura battlefield, how can you just follow the convoy without encountering special circumstances." ”

In the entire convoy, it seems that no one except Han Li took Jiang Mo's words to heart......

(End of chapter)