Sigh law ~

The horse screamed and fell into the yellow sand with its headless body, filled with smoke and dust.

In the diffuse wind and sand, Zhao Tianfeng was stunned, only to feel that the air in front of him seemed to have turned into an invisible wall.

The galloping fast horse seemed to be frozen in the sky.

Not only the fast horses, but even the wind and sand flying in the sky seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

He looked up, and in the wind and sand blowing in between, a man in a green coat was pacing, one moment it was miles away, and the next moment it was already in front of him.

Someone arrived first, and then I heard a flat voice like a clash of gold and jade:

"Good qualifications, good roots...... When you meet me in a certain death situation, luck and chance are also superior......."

It seems that people are coming faster than the voice.

The shock made Zhao Tianfeng stunned.

Looking at the tear-stained children on the horses, a faint ripple appeared in Pang Wanyang's indifferent eyes:

"Before the invitation, I met a child who could take over my mantle, interesting, interesting......"

Martial arts have reached such a point as him, even if he is not proficient in the art of looking at qi, his sense of the veins of heaven and earth is already extremely deep.

The average person may think it's a coincidence, but he doesn't think so.

Under the sympathy of qi and machine, he could feel that this young man's roots, understanding, and chance were all the best choices, and he was an excellent candidate to inherit his mantle.

Naturally, it's a very interesting thing.

Puff~

The sand flowed sluggishly, and on top of the horses, children and frightened horses fell together in the sand.

Once it was over, the frightened horse had lost its movement.

Zhao Tianfeng struggled to get up, looking at the hands in front of him, standing in a green shirt, but the aura was heavier than the mountains.

A moment of blessing to the soul, bow your head and worship:

"Hero, hero, please, please save my grandfather!"

"Hero?"

Hearing this word, Pang Wanyang couldn't help but laugh coldly:

"You say a caravan seven miles away? People, already dead. ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Tianfeng's body trembled, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out again:

"Grandpa, grandpa......"

Pang Wanyang watched the young man crying indifferently, without any fluctuation in his heart, he had seen too many similar things.

The reason why I was interested in stopping was just that I was a little curious to see such a young man.

"Hero, please, please avenge my grandfather."

Zhao Tianfeng kowtowed again and again:

"I will repay you for my kindness by being a cow and a horse."

His face was buried in the mud and sand, but he didn't listen to anyone for a long time, and suddenly looked up.

In the wind and sand, the people in Tsing Yi have gone far away.

"Hero, hero!"

Listening to the shouts floating behind him, Pang Wanyang's expression was flat and unfazed.

Before the war, if you meet a young man who is surprised and beautiful, if you change to someone else, you may choose him to take on the mantle, thinking that it is because of the number of days.

But that is an ordinary person, not him Pang Wanyang.

If he wants to pass on the mantle, where does he need any talents, as long as he can inherit his martial arts, even if it is a waste, he is a genius.

What's more, he has better options.

Call~

A graceful white shadow flashed and landed behind him, the fragrance was overflowing, but it was Mrs. White Lotus.

Lady White Lotus asked with some surprise:

"That young man has excellent bones, and what is even more rare is that the qi seems to be attracted to you, and the concubine thought that you would take him with you......."

In the past few decades, Pang Wanyang has not been under the Holy Mountain of the Six Prisons.

And every time he went down the mountain, he would meet a young man with excellent qualifications, and he would teach one or two martial arts, perhaps to train his opponent, or to find it interesting.

But this young man is clearly the best choice, but he .......

"For decades, every time I see a teenager, I will always pass on some means, hoping for some surprises in the future......"

In the wind and sand, Pang Wanyang's footsteps were slow, as unhurried as his voice:

"Now, it's not needed. Because.......

There is an enemy in the world! ”

.........

"Grandpa......"

Zhao Tianfeng's fingers sank deep into the mud and sand, but his tears had dried up.

He didn't blame the man in the green shirt for not avenging himself, because that was a normal thing, he only hated himself for not being able to avenge his grandfather at this time, and it seemed impossible to even escape.

Looking at the horse thief who came to shoot the horse, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the scimitar of the bald man in the yellow sand, and lifted it.

Puff~

He staggered and threw himself into the dust, but he didn't even move.

"Grandpa, grandson went to look for you......"

He laughed miserably.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, he suddenly heard the sound of Buddha chanting in the void, which could not be covered by wind and sand.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the yellow sand rolling in the distance.

A line of robes and bare-shouldered monks came slowly carrying a pair of Buddha chariots.

The Buddha chariot is extremely luxurious, embellished with agate, gold, silver, glass, coral, clams, red pearls, agate and other treasures, shining in the wind, sand and sunshine.

Before and after the Buddha's chariot, it is the treasure of the eight sides engraved with treasure bottles, treasure covers, double fishes, lotus flowers, right-handed snails, auspicious knots, zunsheng buildings, ** and other magic instruments.

In the Buddha's curtain, there is a figure that can't see clearly, as if it is a Buddha statue in the temple.

The man seemed to be extremely heavy, and the eighteen major monks were carrying it, all of them panting tiredly.

And as the Buddha came, an amazing scene happened.

In the midst of the wind and sand, the horse thieves who came on horseback all knelt in the yellow sand like the most devout Buddhists, motionless like statues.

He watched as the wind and sand crashed and drowned one of the horse thieves, and he didn't even move.

It seems that it really became a statue.

The indescribable weirdness is terrifying.

"They, they ......."

Zhao Tianfeng's hairs stood up.

Seeing the chariot getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but run away.

But what frightened him was that the Buddha chariot a few miles away was obviously extremely heavy and walked very slowly, but as soon as he turned around between running, the Buddha chariot was already about to catch up with him.

He still wanted to run, but suddenly his mind was confused, and he fell to his knees with a pop.

"What kind of demon magic is this......

Seeing himself kneeling on the ground with his hands folded and reciting Buddha sounds, Zhao Tianfeng was shocked in his heart.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha horn like a flood bell exploded in the middle of the sea, its sound was huge, its sound was vast, and it suddenly overwhelmed the sound of the wind and sand whistling that seemed to be omnipresent.

and the sound of Buddha chanting that seems to be uttered by thousands of people in unison.

Zhao Tianfeng's heart was shocked, and he suddenly came to his senses.

Immediately, before he had time to think about it, he rolled down the sandy slope.

It rolled more than a hundred feet before he got up and spit out his own mud.

Then he continued to run, thinking that the farther away from the Buddha was better, it was so weird, it was terrible, so many vicious horse thieves died like this.

Call~

Suddenly, a palm reached out from behind Shapo and pulled him behind Shapo.

He just wanted to scream, but found that he could no longer move, let alone scream.

"Don't make a noise........"

A low scolding sounded.

Zhao Tianfeng found that he could move again, he opened his eyes, and found that what was holding him was a handsome white-clothed swordsman with long hair and a shawl and a long sword with a sheath.

This swordsman is handsome and has an excellent temperament, but the fly in the ointment is that he only has one arm, and the other arm seems to have been cut off by someone at some point.

"One-armed thief, Wu Liusan?"

Zhao Tianfeng's eyes widened, and he recognized who this person was.

According to legend, this Wu Liusan is a lone thief who runs rampant in the states, he likes to rob the rich and help the poor, and he has committed a big case in the capital, and he is wanted all the year round, and was later arrested Xue Chaoyang cut off an arm, escaped from the customs, and has been in Mozhou for two years.

This was what his grandfather wrote down when he introduced him to many thieves in Mozhou.

"Stop talking......"

Wu Liusan's expression was serious, and he looked into the distance through the wind and sand as if he was facing a great enemy.

As a lone thief, his eyesight is naturally excellent.

At a glance, he recognized who the old monk who seemed to be dying in the Buddha's chariot and pacing in the wind and sand in the extreme distance.

"I'm so lucky, I was able to meet the Wheel King, Master Yixiu, and two supreme grandmasters!"

Wu Liusan took a deep breath and didn't dare to move.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Yixiu, good, good."

In the midst of the Buddha's chariot, the Wheel King sighed lightly, and naturally recognized who the old monk was in the distance.

"Your Ferris wheel method has been refined again, which has surprised the old monk a little."

In the wind and sand, the old voice echoed:

"It's just that this method is not as orthodox as my Buddhism."

"What the senior brother says, it's what it is."

The Wheel King didn't argue either, and smiled faintly.

The Buddha has been submerged in the wind and sand:

"Senior brother wants to save his energy to fight with Brother Pang, so there is no need to try it today."

"Amitabha."

Yixiu chanted a Buddha horn for a long time, and walked forward unhurriedly.

"Whew!"

It wasn't until the two great masters disappeared into the wind and sand one after the other that Wu Liusan breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well what kind of existence the Great Grandmaster of the Divine Vein was, and when he encountered such an existence, whether it was good or evil, the best way to deal with it was to stay away.

He didn't have the slightest intention of watching the battle of February 2nd.

Seeing the two great masters at this time, he couldn't help but have an intention in his heart.

"You kid, you're lucky."

Turning his head, looking at Zhao Tianfeng, whose face was dark and yellow, he frowned again:

"Under your great compassion, you have already injured your body, and if you experience the wind and sand, I am afraid that you will die......."

"Wu Daxia, please take me to see grandpa......

Zhao Tianfeng grabbed his hand.

Wu Liusan sighed, threw him on his shoulders, and rushed into the wind and sand.

With him, he knew that in the midst of this wind and sand, the corpses of any caravans and horse thieves would be buried.

.......

Mozhou is filled with wind and sand for thousands of miles, which is bigger than any big state in Dafeng, but the people are rare, and only some small oases are gathered.

There is a tiny oasis in Mozhou.

This small oasis is extremely small, so small that only a few hundred households live, and the reason why these hundreds of families live here is because it is the place where the trade route from Dafeng to Dayan must pass.

They are all the work of Hanlong Inn.

As a gathering place, the small oasis is small, but as an inn, it is undoubtedly huge.

Caravans, horse thieves who roam the sea, and lone thieves will all come to this inn to sell stolen goods, or to have fun, or to replenish supplies.

Therefore, this small oasis has become one of the few safe places in the middle of the sea.

With three floors high, Hanlong Inn occupies a large area, and each floor is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people to eat and drink.

Because of the superior geographical location, on weekdays, there are a lot of people in this inn, and ordinary people can't go up to the second and third floors.

Today, the Hanlong Inn was unexpectedly empty.

Because, today there are two special guests at the Hanlong Inn, or to be precise, one.

On the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, the proprietress who used to be smoky and flattering in the past was rarely solemn, holding a wine jug in her slender hand, pouring wine for the guests.

"Thousands of miles of smoke and dust, the name of this wine is good, and the wine is also good."

An Qisheng sat by the window, looked at the handsome proprietress with a good appearance, and said lightly:

"I heard that Hanlong Inn has a delicacy, using human flesh as the raw material, which is quite delicious, yes or no?"

The proprietress who is bold on weekdays couldn't help but tremble when she heard this bland voice.

"Dao, the Taoist chief said with a smile, that's just a concubine to scare those horse thieves, if you are a big thief, where do you dare to sell human flesh?"

The proprietress was teary-eyed and extremely aggrieved.

In fact, she was scared.

She had never been so afraid of a person, and this white-clothed Taoist was the only one.

She had never seen such a murderous master in her life.

It stands to reason that the top masters have their grandmaster temperament and disdain to kill some small thieves, but this one is different, after three days, all the horse bandits and thieves who came to the Hanhai Inn were almost killed by him.

And his eyes seem to be able to see through people's hearts, killing thousands of people, and he didn't kill a single one by mistake, nor did he miss a single one.

Such a great killing, such a high martial arts.

She knew that in the world, there was only the great master who was once called the Blood Demon and was now known as the King's Daoist.

"It's not easy to open such a restaurant alone."

An Qisheng picked up the cup and drank it all.

When he came to the Jiufu Realm, he rarely drank alcohol, because the wine in the Jiufu Realm had no taste.

But the wine of this Hanlong Inn has some uniqueness, and it tastes pretty good.

"Dao Chief, I wonder when your guests will come?"

The proprietress asked tremblingly as she filled Anqisheng with wine.

This kingly Taoist is here, and she has suffered not only spiritual fear, but also financial loss.

Although her family is big and big, she also has a lot of people, and there are only one person and one horse 'two' guests in three days, although An Qisheng did not give a penny less, but she really can't stand it.

"Isn't this already here?"

An Qisheng picked up his wine glass and lifted it away:

"You've already arrived, so why wait for the second of February?"

His voice was flat and bland, not very loud, but it penetrated the clouds at once, covering a radius of dozens of miles like a cloud hanging from the sky, and the sound waves stirred the clouds and sand, and the momentum was so loud.

It can be heard from hundreds of miles away.

"What Brother Dao said is reasonable, I'm here, why are you waiting for February 2nd? Pang Lao'er, the wheel bald donkey, Mu Qingfeng, the old thief of the moon, since you are here,

Why don't you show up? ”

In a long roar like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar.

A figure roared down from a height of hundreds of feet, dressed in hunting room, like a golden-winged roc flying with wings, whistling down.

Wrapped in turbulent air currents, it sank into the third floor of the Hanlong Inn.

"Amitabha!"

"Good, good!"

"Since the head of the royal power has spoken, how can he not come?"

With the clouds moving the wind shook.

One by one, figures appeared outside the Hanlong Inn, in the yellow sand for hundreds of miles.

With the sound drifting, one after another figures swept across, and hundreds of miles flicked by, in the shocked gaze of the proprietress.

In this short moment, there are already several more figures on the third floor!