Zhang Xiaofan stood on the top of a loess sand pile and looked from afar, and there was no oasis in the field of vision.

Discerning the direction, I can only pull my legs hard, pull out of the mud and sand, and continue to move forward step by step.

This world is definitely not the earth.

The attraction of the overweight earth made Zhang Xiaofan feel that the Yuan Shen in his body was about to be pulled out of his body every step he took, and he couldn't take off to control the Yuan Shen himself.

With the help of the divine sense, the powerful special function telekinesis was faintly about ten meters away from the ground, and it could no longer be raised.

And even at a height of ten meters, Zhang Xiaofan insisted that the time could not exceed a quarter of an hour.

In the desert, I have forgotten how long I have persevered, but the food in the storage bracelet has become less and less, even if I strictly control the loss of physical energy, but it is estimated that after a month, I will not be able to walk out of this big desert, and I can only act at night.

I didn't expect to appear in the desert, and it was in the desert of another world.

Remembering half a year ago, Xiao Ai reminded himself that this scroll world is "New A Chinese Ghost Story", because this scroll world is full of vitality, Xiao Ai suggested that he stay for a while.

And with a twitch of his brain, he directly exchanged it for fifty years in advance.

The heaven-level scroll world is different from the earth-level scroll world and the human-level scroll world, not only because the heaven and earth are sufficient, or the reincarnation of heaven and earth is becoming more and more perfect, but also because the laws of the heaven-level scroll world are varied, and even the environment has been far away from the earth model, such as the otherworldly continent.

Just like now, I am in the scroll world of "A New Chinese Ghost Story", relying on my own foot strength, running towards the east this year, at least five or six times around the earth, but I haven't even walked out of this dry desert.

"The last time, this is the last time," Zhang Xiaofan cheered himself up, took out a bottle of water, drank it dry in one gulp, his spirit was lifted, and his strong mental power controlled his body to fly towards the sky, although the height of ten meters was not enough for him to look farther, but it increased some distance.

"God has finally opened his eyes," at the limit of Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, at the junction of the yellow desert and the blue sky, there was a row of black shadows moving slowly.

"Wait for me," Zhang Xiaofan's voice was a little hoarse, so that he couldn't speak far, but because after half a year of arduous trekking, he finally saw a living person, and he didn't have any strength left under the excitement, and moved forward at full speed.

"Hey, this is the Dog Giant Clan?" Zhang Xiaofan's eyesight is excellent, a group of people are driving a group of people, plus a group of camels and horses, and the steel knife on his waist is stained with blood, but it is already black.

The banner waving in the wind has a big seal written on it, but a crooked Rong character occupies half of the entire flag.

Dozens of big men covered their faces with thin gauze, and their speech was in ancient Chinese, and Zhang Xiaofan directly exchanged it for one million/merit value, and immediately understood that this was the dialect of the pre-Qin dog Rong giant.

The Dog Rong Giants were driven out of the grassland by the Qin people, and could only run into the desert to kill and plunder, this group of Dog Rong Giants has just successfully intercepted a caravan, and more than ten women in the caravan have been divided up, leaving only the most beautiful three, ready to be distributed at the campfire meeting at night.

The caravan was a small caravan, and there were only about thirty people who were captured, and the population of this group of dog giants was about thirty.

Zhang Xiaofan didn't want to count them at all, and after exchanging the language, when he heard the Dog Rong giant's treatment of the Han people, he was already angry, and dozens of ups and downs had already fallen into the team.

Even if the body is attracted by the center of this otherworldly continent and does not have much ability to use, it is still no problem to deal with more than thirty canine giants.

Hand up and knife down.

Hand up and knife down.

……

From the west to the east, from the tail to the head of the team, as long as someone has a bloody steel knife on his waist, Zhang Xiaofan has no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates. It was only when one of the caravan stewards came running over and knelt down and kissed his boot that the asymmetrical battle stopped.

Zhang Xiaofan's exchange language, he was able to communicate clearly with the steward, this small caravan came from the extreme west, and was going to Shazhou. The sandbar continues to go more than 3,000 miles to the east to reach the south of the Yangtze River.

The sandbar is the terminus of the small caravan, and if you want to go to the Central Plains of the Han Dynasty, you must pass through the sandbank.

The steward spoke a little distorted, and it took a lot of time to explain the ins and outs of the matter.

Thirty-five men remained in the small caravan, of whom only fifteen were women and twenty men.

All the women were slaves for the trade, and one of the men was a steward, plus six generals, and the other thirteen men turned out to be slaves.

Seven men were in charge of twenty-eight slaves, walking in the desert without fear of being rebelled.

The steward glanced at Zhang Xiaofan with strange eyes, but he didn't dare to despise Zhang Xiaofan's doubts.

"My lord, these are the slaves of our Han people, they are born slaves, and only civilians have the right to rebel."

"Do you need a license for rebellion? What does it mean that only civilians have the right to rebel? Zhang Xiaofan didn't know where the answer came from, but he was not in the mood to know.

Anyway, they are all exploiting classes, Zhang Xiaofan does not plan to change the dynasty, he spent 12.75 million martial arts points, just to enter the scroll world fifty years in advance and cultivate, but he can't waste it on the great cause of rebellion.

The weird otherworldly continent has a large area, and the center of gravity is also very attractive, and even there are ghosts and demons in this world, and you may encounter accidents if you are not careful. For the sake of your own life, it's better to be silent and golden.

Cultivating to become an immortal is the royal way.

Only by cultivating oneself to improve step by step, in this world, can one have the right to speak.

How can I not understand the truth when power comes out of the barrel of a gun.

Since you can't help the world, you have to be alone. After making up his mind, Zhang Xiaofan put his mind to the group of caravans in front of him.

The caravan of thirty-five people, in the face of Zhang Xiaofan's tough announcement of the order, in the 157th year of the Han calendar, Zhang Xiaofan became the slave owner of thirty-five slaves.

The steward and the six caravan families bargained very spinelessly, wanting to be a high-class slave, and for this reason, the steward promised that when he arrived at the sandbank, he could sacrifice his beautiful daughter and concubine to the great slave advocate Xiaofan.

Slaves also have three, six, nine and so on, and the lowliest slaves don't even have names, only serial numbers, not to mention learning to write and write, and they don't even have the right to speak.

The middle slave has a simple name, and has one more benefit than the lowest slave, which is the right to mate/mate.

A high-class slave is much better, in addition to personal freedom, most of them have a skill to protect themselves, and if they die, it will be a big loss for the slave owner. Therefore, slave owners are generally very concerned about high-class slaves, except that they cannot escape, and their children and grandchildren worship slave owners, which are basically not much different from the commoners in the slave owner's fiefdom.

Of course, this is Zhang Xiaofan's understanding, at night, more than 30 camels formed a wall, more than a dozen slaves set up tents, and only the slaves in the whole team advocated Xiaofan and the three most beautiful female slaves to go in to rest.

Zhang Xiaofan hadn't gotten used to his new identity yet, and was still worried that he needed to spend three times more martial arts points to exchange for the elixir with the same effect as before.

Thirty-five slaves each have a elixir, which not only removes physical fatigue, but also some dark diseases that are usually undetectable.

In the face of the generosity of the new master, the twenty-eight slaves rejoiced and expressed their loyalty to Zhang Xiaofan, and the three most beautiful female slaves climbed into the tent obediently.

And the steward of the seven newly recruited slaves, also elated, Lingdan as a high-class slave owner is qualified to take the fairy baby, their own slaves were given by the master, it is simply to get the care of the gods, in addition to showing loyalty to the new master, but also at the same time made up his mind that after arriving in Shacheng, he must hand over all his property to the new master.

Zhang Xiaofan is still pitying twice the amount of martial arts he spends, but he doesn't care that he has collected the center of the slaves, as for the three female slaves dancing in the tent, the clothes on their bodies fell off one by one, and when Zhang Xiaofan came back to his senses, under the dim oil lamp, the bodies of the three female slaves exuded the luster of youth, according to the steward, these three female slaves are not only beautiful and capable, but also very healthy and pure, even if they are dedicated to the gods, they are all gifts that can be handled.