"You bastards, don't talk about martial arts! We are obviously only two people, how can we compete with you three times, and we have to hand over our notes if we win or lose, so what are we comparing......" Gu Yuanfeng couldn't help but point at them and scolded.

"That's good, anyway, it's the competition you proposed, if you don't compare, you won't compare, then let's talk about the issue of notes directly......" The smile on Beichuan's face made people look like they wanted to smoke him.

"You ......" Gu Yuanfeng was angry, he also knew in his heart that the two of them would not be able to beat so many people against each other no matter what, but he still didn't want to admit this fact.

"You can go to find a helper again, we can wait for you for an hour, after an hour, will you compete or hand over your notes directly, you decide to ......" Seeing that Gu Yuanfeng was angry, Beichuan no longer stimulated him, and after dropping a sentence, he simply sat cross-legged on top of the giant dragon's head and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Seeing him like this, it was obvious that they would not give up if they couldn't get the notes, and Aotian also frowned, where to find a helper in an hour? Gu Yuanfeng is his sworn brother, and he has been cultivating in Sehai all these years. In addition, as far as he knew, there didn't seem to be any masters of this level in Sehai at the moment, and none of those guys in the family had a complete ...... Just as he was frowning, a clear voice suddenly sounded:

"Haha, Brother Aotian, but what is the difficulty, do you need my brother's help?"

Hearing this voice, the people in the heavens and on the earth looked around in unison, trying to locate the source of the sound.

"Brother Aotian, didn't you hear your brother's voice?" Only then did everyone see a young man in a dark purple mage robe stepping on a staircase suspended in the air, appearing from behind the crowd and striding towards several dragons in the air.

On the back of his robe was embroidered with gold thread a six-pointed star, and in the center of the six-pointed star was a boulder that was falling rapidly. With each step he took, a stone staircase would automatically appear under his feet, and a ladder would lead to the sky with his moving steps.

"Brother Fan Lin, why are you here?" Hearing Aotian's voice, everyone was taken aback, Fan Lin, the youngest forbidden spell master in the legend, was able to use earth magic in one hand.

The first time he saw this person, the boy felt a headache again: "Why is he here? Hey, what an eventful time, if he is going to come to this troubled water...... Then I can only bite the bullet, after all, he is also my closed disciple, and his strength is still a little worse than his senior brothers......"

Thinking of this, the corners of the boy's mouth suddenly unintentionally puffed up a trace of upward arc, and the scene of meeting Fan Lin at the beginning of the year is still vivid......

I remember that year, when Fan Lin was still a seven or eight-year-old child, when the boy was looking for a medicinal herb in the desert and passed through the desert Lonely Boat City......

"I'll tell you, the wine in our desert lonely boat city is strong, you want so much wine alone, don't drink too much, something happened to me!" a bearded shopkeeper in the tavern muttered loudly to a boy outside the counter as he filled a half-man-tall wine gourd with wine.

The boy was Wen Ziming, the same as when he was in the Duchy of Sehai many years later, seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing an open white shoulder, a kudzu skirt, and a pair of cowhide boots, lying lazily on the counter.

"You don't have to worry about this, I drank spirits when I was three years old, have you heard of Mobei's red and spicy, didn't I blow it with you, I can drink such a gourd in one go...... Besides, it won't be short of your wine money, so you can just pretend to be for me!" the boy's words drew laughter from the audience. Red Spicy is known as the No. 1 liquor in the Tag Desert, and the most alcoholic man in the desert can only drink one bowl at a time.

"Just blow it, I can tell you that my wine is a serious pure grain wine, you can't waste it for me if you beat it away......" It seems that the tavern keeper regarded him as a young master who came to pretend to be 13 for the sake of a momentary bravery. I don't have that spare money to waste, Wen Ziming pouted and didn't bother with them anymore.

Finally filled this gourd wine, Wen Ziming couldn't wait to take a sip first: "Good wine!"

The shopkeeper listened to his praise, showed a proud look on his face, raised his head and said: "Of course, my wine, you can ask in the entire desert lonely boat city, there is no good thing, I don't blow it......"

Ignoring his boasting there, Wen Ziming covered the wine gourd, put it on his back, and walked out of the tavern humming a little song.

He has been in this Tag Desert for two months, but he still hasn't found the creature named the red sand scorpion, he accidentally found a scroll of elixir in Mobei before, which records a kind of fire pill, which can temporarily convert any of his magic attributes into fire attribute pills, this kind of conversion attribute pills is really uncommon, he wants to practice a furnace after he gets it, but this last medicinal herb red sand scorpion can not be found, I heard that someone near the desert Lonely Boat City has seen it, so he immediately rushed over.

There is a big temperature difference between day and night in the desert, and it is really difficult to survive this long cold night if you don't prepare to drink when camping outside at night.

Carrying a gourd on his back, he was about to find a medicinal herb store to ask about the news of this red sand scorpion, when suddenly Wen Ziming heard a shout from the alley next to him, as if someone was shouting for help, and he was still a child when he heard the voice.

Originally, he had never paid attention to this kind of thing, after so many years of traveling outside, he had always believed that more things were better than less, and he did not have the strong strength to support himself to take care of so many things.

But today he had a feeling that the ghost had sent the gods to see what was going on.

Bypassing a wooden cart parked on the side of the road, Wen Ziming looked into the alley behind a pile of baskets stacked next to the house.

In the alley, a group of men dressed as mercenaries blocked three seven or eight-year-old children in the corner, and two of the three children blocked a little girl behind them, and the little girl hid behind her and kept sobbing quietly, apparently frightened.

"You three little beggars, my eldest brother is kind enough to give you food, and you are not only ungrateful but also steal my eldest brother's things? Hand over the things quickly!" said a tall and thin man like a bamboo pole among the men dressed as mercenaries, holding a dagger in his hand, with a cruel smile on his face.

"We didn't steal your things, if we didn't steal, we didn't steal!" The little boy on the left held his head high, seeing that his face was bruised and purple and stained with some blood, he should have been beaten.

"You stinky boy, I obviously saw you touch our boss, and our boss lost the new red sand scorpion caught today, do you know how much that thing is worth?

Wen Ziming didn't listen to anything else, he heard the three words of the red sand scorpion, and he was overjoyed in his heart, and he wanted to rush forward.