Qi Qi He Li looked blankly in front of him.

He spread out his palms, and there was golden quicksand between his fingers in the wind, and there was a burning sensation between his mouth and nose, which was familiar to him, and near the grassland where the tribe was located when he was young, it was such a scorching desert.

But, isn't Fang Cai still in Daqin?

The wind is a little strong, blowing the quicksand between the palms of your fingers.

The gaze followed the quicksand, the front was endless, the desert scenery, the wind was howling, the sound was like thunder, as if looking at this scenery, my throat felt the meaning of thirst.

The clan where he and Tuoba Yue belonged was not very powerful, and the strongest general was only a five-rank wrestler, so he had never seen such an extraordinary means, and the world changed in front of him, and for a while, the absurd idea that he was not a god rose in his heart.

This thought was suppressed by him only in an instant.

The wind is getting more and more urgent, the yellow sand hits the face, the pain is painful, Mr. Qibi He Li was slightly stunned, and then turned around sharply to see, in the desert where there is no edge at all, suddenly a black pillar of wind appeared, straight to the top of the sky, the momentum was violent, swept towards this side, everything that was blocked in front was swept into it, thrown into the air.

The speed of its generation and movement all exceeded all the sandstorms that Qi He Li had seen in the past, the young man's pupils opened slightly, and Fang Cai's puzzlement was instantly suppressed in the bottom of his heart, watching the sandstorm sweep over like a monster, gritting his teeth fiercely, turning around, and running for his life in the distance.

Although in this situation, he never completely lost his square inch, while running wildly, a pair of eyes searched around, and saw a stone that could be used to cover his body from a distance, his eyes lit up slightly, and he gritted his teeth, and a very powerful power erupted from this broken body.

Staggering, the speed is even faster than those who have practiced some martial arts, like a hungry wolf running in the desert, swooping out before the sandstorm devours itself, hiding himself behind the stone, the wind is blowing, holding the stone with both arms, and the ten fingers are firmly buckled on the stone, and the blood is not careless.

In the desert, sandstorms are even more terrifying disasters than the scimitars of horse bandits.

Horse bandits can only kill a dozen people, but the sandstorm can kill an entire unprepared tribe, whether it is a man, a woman, a child, an ordinary herdsman or a wrestler who can pull a bull down, under the anger of this immortal sky, there is no difference.

In the past, sandstorms didn't last long, but this one was extraordinarily long.

Qi Bi He Li's consciousness gradually blurred, but his arms refused to relax at all.

Suddenly, his body was light, and the remnant wall in his arms was also swept up by the wind, and despair appeared in the young man's eyes, but he still clung to the remnant wall.

The wind is getting smaller, the stone is falling down, if it falls like this, it will definitely be seriously injured and out of strength, in the desert it is no different from death, Qi Bi He Li looked at the distance below about three meters high, his heart was ruthless, he directly let go of the stone, and fell to the side.

With a muffled sound, Qi Bi He Li smashed on the yellow sand, his chest and abdomen shook, and he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, his limbs were already weak, but he didn't hesitate at all, he bit the wooden thorn in his mouth, rolled and crawled, and ran into the distance in embarrassment.

The will that had been blurred in his mind clearly controlled his body, and he wanted to take advantage of the wind's fading strength to find other places to hide.

But who knew that it was only at this moment of vitality that the wind suddenly became stronger.

It was as if the wind, which was just getting smaller, was just a malicious mockery from the heavens, and he snorted, and finally despair appeared in his heart, looking at the dim sky, the sky was vast and vast, but he suddenly remembered the tiger he had seen in the third master's house after becoming a slave.

This is how the elk of the day was treated under the hands of the tigers, and they were constantly played with maliciously.

He thought that the life he saw was just the entertainment of the tiger, and in the end, when the elk was about to escape, he was easily bitten off his neck, and the blood flowed all over the ground, which was the first time he had seen such a fierce tiger beast.

It is completely different from the wolves that endure and cruel in the desert.

Although the wolves are cruel, they never play tricks on their prey.

Feeling the strength surging out of his body being wiped out under the strong wind, Qi Bi He Li was desperate in his heart, looking at the high sky, only powerless and unwilling.

When did the immortal heaven also have the characteristics of a tiger beast and like to see the despair of its prey?

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At the same time, in the Shaolin Temple.

Mr. Win stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Wang Anfeng next to him, and said lazily:

"Know what to do?"

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

In front of him stood a huge disc, carved with dragons and phoenixes, which showed the appearance of Qi Bi He Li struggling in the desert sandstorm.

He knew the foreign boy.

It was the boy who was bound by the chains of the wealthy businessman from a foreign country and should have something to do with Tuoba Yue.

Just now he and Tuoba Yue returned to the school palace, the latter was extremely depressed, without saying a few words had already left, hurriedly left, he was helpless in his heart, walking in the direction of Fengzilou, was told by Mr. Win, quickly came back to the Shaolin Temple, and saw everything that Fang Cai Qi He Li had experienced.

As he read more scriptures, he also knew that Shaolin Temple should only be the rumored Dongtian blessed land, and the things that happened to the young man in front of him were under the control of the masters, so there was no danger to his life, so although he was a little anxious, he never lost his way, and he could still settle down and listen to the master tell the truth of the matter.

Knowing that it was Mr. Ying who felt that this young man's qualifications were still acceptable, and he had nothing to do, the opportunity to give this foreign boy was also a test for Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and looked at the passage that was gradually unfolding on the surface.

Just take one more step forward, and you can appear directly in the desert from the Shaolin Temple.

The sword was not carried behind his back, but in the palm of his hand. As he was taking this step, the scribe suddenly stopped him and said:

"Do you know what you're going to do?"

Wang Anfeng's footsteps paused slightly, he was silent, and his head bowed.

The scribe said nonchalantly:

"Remember, this is also an assessment of you, what you have to do is not to save someone, but to ambush him."

"Only if you take him as a subordinate and pass on his martial arts can you really save him."

"Go ahead."

Mr. Win said a lot this time, and with a wave of his hand, Wang Anfeng was directly devoured, and when he was about to disappear, he could hear the third master shouting.

"Remember to do what I say......"

Before I could hear the second sentence clearly, I had already turned into a desert sand in front of me.

In the Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu bared his teeth unhappily, looking at Mr. Win's figure, there was a hidden eagerness to try, Wu Changqing only felt a headache when he saw this, in order to prevent him from provoking again, he was so noisy that he couldn't see Wang Anfeng's performance, so he spoke first, and said:

"Sir, is this time too early for Feng'er?"

Mr. Win was silent, not as before, with ridicule, but just stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the sky in the distance, and only spoke after a while, his voice was indifferent, and said:

"Early?"

"Sooner or later, he will have to go down this path, sooner or later, what does it matter?"

The voice was far away, as if tired, and it seemed to be just an illusion of the old man, when he was stunned, he saw Hong Luoyu looking at the scribe with more and more unkind eyes, and his heart suddenly appeared, and he did not show any abnormality, and said with a smile, Mr. spoke, and it was really unfathomable, and then he looked at the thief, stroked his beard and smiled:

"But speaking of which, the matter of stealing your teaching to Feng'er is quite a two-way street."

"It's quite surprising to the old man."

Hongluoyu saw Wu Changqing mention himself, first he was slightly stunned, and then he was complacent, raised his chin, and said with a smug smile:

"That's not it."

"Do you know, if you want to become famous in the rivers and lakes, you can't be low-key, you can have poor kung fu in your hands, but this row of noodles is indispensable, what is stepping on the moon to find fragrance, white clothes to resist the wind, tsk, that pomp, that bearing......"

Seeing that the latter shook his head, as if he had put the intention of provoking Mr. Win behind, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and watched him speak, with two emotions in his heart.

Although the thief is often disrespectful, this character is really easy to deal with.

Before this thought dissipated, the scribe in Tsing Yi over there sneered, looked at him sideways, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and spit out a word:

"Sao."

Hongluoyu was like being devoured by thunder, his body trembled suddenly, and then he was furious, turned his head to look at the scribe over there, and said:

"What did you say? You're a beep——, Lao Tzu told you......"

"What do you think you're a good thing? Fang just shot at that cub, saying that it was a consideration of his heart, and he didn't want to torture for fun? ”

The corner of the scribe's mouth sneered, his voice was slightly cold, and he said:

"What did you say?"

Hongluoyu took a step back, no longer aggressive, but put on a mocking look, performed light skills, floated in front of the scribe's eyes, and said:

"Yo yo yo, annoyed and angry?"

"You hit me, if you have the ability, don't use permission, you hit me, come, slightly ......"

Wu Changqing sighed, no longer looked over there, and Yuan Ci put the cork into his ears in unison, and turned to look at Wang Anfeng's side, and vaguely heard some kind of scream, as well as the sound of a huge force rubbing against the mountain rock, Quan Dang didn't hear it, only whispered in his heart:

"It's ...... indeed"

"Easy to deal with."

PS: The first update is presented...... d