The desolate desert, as far as the eye can see, there is no human population here, I am afraid that no one has stepped on it for hundreds of years, and the poplar that claims to exist for three thousand years can not be found here. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info is too desolate, a place forgotten by God.

The yellow sand is long, a breeze can bring up the ribbon-like sand, ethereal and misty, it may be a little poetic from a distance, but it is avoided when you look closely, and there will definitely be no good feeling on the face.

A white horse, like a piece of snow, stepped on the yellow sand, which can be regarded as evidence of walking. And those cheerfully rolling yellow sand quickly smoothed the imprint. A line of footprints slowly appears and disappears, no longer than a glance away.

Such an ordinary white horse is not in the ranks of demon beasts, and it is a miracle to be able to walk in the desert. I'm afraid that a random gale can tear it apart until there is nothing left, and this is how it appeared, which only proves that the person riding it is very strong.

However, there was no one on the white horse, only a man walking in front of him, and the white horse was following behind. There were no reins, and the white horse followed the man honestly, like a servant.

A white robe, ordinary cotton and linen, the workmanship is a little rough, the white pulp on it is deep in some places and shallow in some places, at first glance, it is something in ordinary people, and it is not worth a few copper plates at all.

Practitioners have some unusual tempers, after all, they are all people who dance on the tip of a knife, and they are busy with their practice every day, and they can often go into retreat for years or even decades, and even a retreat is a thousand years. People who live like this are not normal if there is nothing wrong with them.

Some people like to eat, such as Tang Tian, some like women in the world, such as the withered playboy with psychological deformity, and some like to live a completely worldly life, Li Yixian is one of the representatives.

The person in the white robe in front of him is naturally such a person, and it seems that he likes this white robe of cotton and linen very much.

The white robe is cut a little wide, a bit like a skirt worn by a woman, which looks a little out of place at first glance, but on closer inspection, it feels very rhythmic, very much like a big butterfly.

A big white butterfly, a big butterfly flying in the desert.

The small yellow sand and the big butterfly have a different kind of beauty.

The man walked slowly with the white horse and came to a place like the Gobi, and the man gently bent down, picked up a piece of pottery, and said with a memory: "Xiaobai, it seems to be three thousand years old. ”

The white horse snorted, as if in response.

Touching the satin-like white horse fur, the man raised his head, looked at the sunset, did not squint, and said, "This round of the sun seems to be a little old." ”

Old, just like the ancestral house of the hometown, no one has been there for many years, and at this moment a wanderer returns, seeing the thick dust and shallow cracks, it is inevitable that he will say lightly: old.

"The people are still the same, and the sun is wrinkled. ”

This person said such a sour sentence, and couldn't help laughing, laughing that he had become like a poor scholar, and it seemed that his life for a few days was really contaminated with some different atmosphere.

A slightly warm sunlight shone on his face, allowing people to see the face clearly.

The combination of light and shadow is just right, and it makes people see it very clearly.

It's not right, it's a man, not a woman. But all the women are afraid that they will bow their heads in front of him. Such a delicate man, I'm afraid that only the slimmed down Tang Tian can compare with him, but if he really picks up, Tang Tian is still not as good as this person.

This person wins with a pair of eyebrows and eyes, can charm people, make people fall into it and can't extricate themselves, and they are getting deeper and deeper. This magic is stronger than the strange mural, but it is not a murderous thing.

I'm afraid that any woman who sees such a pair of eyebrows and eyes will sink, and she can't take her eyes off it in this life.

Such a person will be a scourge wherever he goes.

A man who is too beautiful is always a scourge.

And this man, like a big butterfly dancing, is eye-catching everywhere he goes, and will become a focal point.

Of course, if you think about it, if a scourge can live for so long, there must be a real "scourge".

"It's been so long that I've forgotten my name. The man sighed at the white horse, then thought about it and said, "I remember the name of the poor scholar, then I will call it Lu Xiangzi!"

The white horse snorted, not knowing whether to agree or disagree.

Lu Xiangzi showed a long-lost smile, as if he had seen an old man, and said, "Let's go, go and see which guy woke me up." We still have work to do, and we can't afford to delay any longer. ”

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Ling Qian walked slowly, carefully reminiscing about the feelings he had just broken through.

Every breakthrough means a significant increase in strength, let alone a breakthrough in such a big realm. But every breakthrough must have a soothing period, and it takes time to digest the insights brought by the breakthrough.

If you break through in battle, it will undoubtedly be a dangerous thing. This is equivalent to a dragon that has just molted, although molting represents strength, but just molting is still very fragile, even weaker than before.

So Ling Qian needs time to adapt to the whole realm.

After abandoning the knife for ten years and practicing calligraphy for ten years, he finally reached a point of calmness, and with the help of Wang Shi's blow, he unexpectedly blasted open that shackle and immediately entered the powerful Quanyi realm. This can be said to be a blessing in disguise, but it is also necessary to admit that this is Ling Qian's accumulation. Everyone, after all, is a little underestimated by this falcon, how high he can fly is still unknown.

Although the current Quanyi Realm still has shortcomings, and he can't fully comprehend the word "Quanyi", as long as it takes a little time to adapt, Ling Qian will be able to exert some of the strength of the Quanyi Realm. Even if all the people joined forces, it would be impossible to resist him. The army of zombies that have been attacked one after another has turned into powder, which is the best proof of this.

He walked slowly, just hoping to buy a little time. In addition, he also wants to wait for his old rival Wang Shi and think about how to deal with the two giants.

It was slow, but it was also walking, and no matter how long it was, it would be over, and he finally stepped into the spherical space.

The originally gloomy space, because of Ling Qian's arrival, suddenly became brighter. Ling Qian's body exuded a strong light, which was extremely dazzling, and I was afraid that if he got closer, he would not be able to look directly. This wasn't because Ling Qian did it on purpose, but because he couldn't control his spiritual power well.

Even if most of the people were fending off the zombie army, they had to take the time to glance here.

The people who belonged to the Ling family immediately cheered up, there was no doubt that Ling Qian was the real backbone and the spiritual leader of the Ling family, and only when he was present, the people of the Ling family had the confidence to continue walking.

Fortunately, when they retreated before, the other two families did not cheat, and seemed to be deliberately protecting the Ling family, and the Ling family's manpower did not lose much.

Regardless of whether they were from the Ling family or not, they all sensed Ling Qian's powerful spiritual pressure at this time, and the confidence in their hearts to escape inevitably increased. However, some scheming people can't help but think about new things in their hearts.

The eyes of the old fox and the shopkeeper narrowed at the same time, and they looked calmly at the person who had been with him. The shopkeeper on the side looked directly at Ling Qian, not caring about the dazzling light at all, like a rebellious sword, rather than bending.

Ling Qian stepped into the air and came to the eyes of the two giants, still in the same tone as many years ago, and asked, "Shopkeeper, old man, have you found the flying stone statue?"

The old fox smiled slightly: "One." ”

The shopkeeper took a sip of tea and said casually, "One." ”

Ling Qian said, "There should be more than two flying stone statues in this city, at least three. ”

"What, the Ling family master still wants to look for it again?" asked the shopkeeper.

Ling Qian should know very well that even if he didn't say that the other two would share the Flying Stone Statue with him, there was no need to take any more risks. After all, this zombie army is still a little weird, and so many people can't last long.

"Why not? If you can gather three flying stone statues, according to the records on the stone tablet, you may be able to obtain the legendary thing. ”

Being able to dominate Feihuang City for so many years, the three major forces still know a lot about the secrets in the desert, and they also have a deep understanding of the Flying Stone Statue through a stone stele.

Thinking of the record in the stone stele, the shopkeeper's eyes narrowed, his voice was slightly deep, and he said, "Don't you think Feihuang City can fight against the ghost army? ”

Even a large number of strong people in the whole realm are not qualified to fight against the ghost army, and it is even impossible to protect the safety of a city under the endless black storm and sand storm burial.

The light on Ling Qian's body gradually converged, proving that he had gradually controlled all his spiritual power, and said, "Feihuang City, you can do without it." ”

To put it mildly, it is the weight of a city.

Even a character like the shopkeeper has never thought of giving up Feihuang City, which is equivalent to giving up everything. This kind of courage is not something that everyone can have. In addition to being shocked and emotional, the shopkeeper couldn't help but start to feel that Ling Qian was looking too high.

The old fox remained as silent as ever, and said, "So, at least one more flying stone statue must be found before leaving?"

"After all, these are not real ghost armies, and we can hold out for a while. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Qian suddenly turned around, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked in one direction. A little slower, the shopkeeper and the old fox also looked in that direction.

It was just an instant, and the three of them changed color.

"It's here after all!"