In the endless desert, a team of dozens of horses rode Lu horses, which were one size bigger than ordinary horses, and the horses were all hung with blades, guarding more than a dozen blue-black shield beasts with a length of several feet and a huge body.

The scorching sun was shining, the yellow sand was flying all over the sky, and the people who were escorting the goods had to pull down the hat on their heads, and fasten the cloth on their faces, and there was a middle-aged man in cloth with a goatee at the front of the team, he had no hat or cloth, so he sat on the horse, not afraid of the sun and the yellow wind, and walked leisurely.

I don't know if it's because of the strong yellow wind or because of the feeling, my cloudy eyes looked at the mountains that were vaguely visible in front of me like giant beasts, stroked my goatee, and slowly narrowed my eyes, as if I was a little jealous. Is he afraid of a mountain range? Or a mountain man? Only he knows.

He looked back at the group of listless horsemen behind him and shouted softly, "There is the Dacheng Mountain Range ahead, cheer me up, and be ready for battle!" Hearing the words of the Dacheng Mountain Range, many caravan guards changed their faces, and they put away their previous tired looks, and cheered themselves up, but no matter how they looked at it, they were a little nervous.

There was a young man in the crowd who stood out from the crowd, as if the noble son and a group of farmers got together, riding a fiery red horse, the mane was blown by the yellow wind like a burning fire, and there was a sheathed long sword hanging on the horse's belly just by looking at the appearance, the posture was straight, and a sapphire blue arrow sleeve brocade robe set off the extraordinary of this son.

He found that after everyone heard the words of the Dacheng Mountain Range, their faces were more or less frightened, they were not ordinary ordinary Jianghu people, and there was no need to feel so frightened of ordinary bandits.

It is true that in the place where they are located, there are not many masters, but they are qi refiners, qi refiners of the first to ninth levels, compared to ordinary people, they have a long lifespan, if they practice diligently, they will have the opportunity to become the foundation ancestor of this young man's family and clan, not only can they be gifted by heaven and get three hundred longevity yuan, but they can also gasify the outer gang and kill the enemy only by raising their hands!

The young man drove the horse to the middle-aged man's side, hugged his fists and arched his hand, "Fei Long is in charge, Fang Xian has something to ask!" The steward Fei Long changed his previous cold appearance, and his face was kind, "Hehe, what's the matter with the young master?" Then I saw Fang Xian open his mouth and said, "Fang Cai, I saw that after the steward said the four words of the Dacheng Mountain Range, everyone's faces revealed a look of jealousy.

But what kind of bandits and giants are in this big city mountain range? Fei Long saw the puzzled look on Fang Xian's face, so he opened his mouth to explain his confusion, "The weakest of our caravan also has the strength of the third layer of qi training, Xiang Gongzi, you have been promoted to the seventh level of qi training at a young age, Gongzi thinks that it is the caravan of the bandit giant who eats the gentian and does not dare to come to rob the qi refiner." ”

Fei Long looked at the Dacheng Mountain Range, which could be vaguely seen like a giant beast, and muttered: "This place stretches for 1,800 miles, and it is a strategic buffer zone for the two feudal states of Zhou and Qi, and the two countries have not set up a walled city here, so this place has become a boundary of "two regardless", and a place without strict laws will become a breeding ground for extreme evil, and this place is also an important trade road between our Zhou State-Shuofang County and Southern Qi. ”

Fang Xian took over: "Then there will still be outlaws here." Fei Long looked at Fang Xian and said word by word, "The robber of the Qi Refiner, Childe has seen it?" ”

At first hearing, Fang Xian felt a little absurd, but Fei Long was the manager of one of the two ninth-level qi refiners of his Fang family, whether it was strength or seniority and prestige, it was superior, if others said that Fang Xian couldn't say it, he would whip him and splash blood, however, at this moment, Fang Xian had to show a look of astonishment, in his impression, anyone who can become a qi refiner is not only talented, but at least he is diligent, becoming a qi refiner is a chance to have power, in the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan, flew into the homes of ordinary people!

Joining a big family and exchanging their lives for resources to cultivate is the choice of many qi refiners, besides, in the eyes of ordinary people, qi refiners are the existence of immortals, how can there be qi refiners who fall into the grass?

Perhaps seeing his incomprehension, Fei Long sighed with emotion: "As the saying goes, people don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, some qi refiners are born with a temperament that makes me unhappy and powerful, and they don't want to attach themselves to the family, or they dislike that the task rewards issued by Feng Manlou are too few, or they feel that they are superior in force, so they take risks and plunder the caravan, if it is a profitable deal!" After all, he was a young man who had never been in the world, and Fang Xian, who had no strength but no experience, was relieved after listening to what Fei Long said.

None of them noticed that on a sandy slope not far away, there was a figure in Tsing Yi standing there, watching them.

The figure stretched out its slender and white hands, its clothes fluttering, and its fingers twisted lightly, as if it was thinking about something. Raised his foot and took a light half step forward, but for some reason retracted again.

In the traveling caravan, Fei Long continued to answer questions for Fang Xian, "This Dacheng mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, is it not as rumored that there are tens of thousands of bandits, on the contrary, the number is only more than ten people, they also have quite rules, where the caravan is only taken thirty percent, one cent more, meaning that there is a three-point leeway, can the prince know that the Chen family caravan was destroyed half a year ago?" "Fang Xian's head" alarmed the ancestor of the Chen family in the late stage of foundation building, and the ancestor of the Chen family killed him alone, but he came and returned in defeat. ”

I only listened to Fei Longdao, "I think that the leader of the Chen family is the eldest son of the ancestor of the Chen family, who is known as the existence of the ancestor who is expected to ascend to the foundation, and the nine-layer cultivation of a body of qi cultivation cannot be ignored, however, he thinks very highly of himself, and thinks that a kind of bandit in the Dacheng Mountain Range is the ringworm of the scales, and naturally sneers at their three-thirds of the intention, who expected to be punished, after the matter was completed, he entered the Dacheng Mountain Range like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no trace of it, and the Chen family was also a laughing stock for half a year, and since then the bandits in the Dacheng Mountain Range have been feared,"

I only heard Fang Xian ask: "Anyone who is organized must have a well-known name, right?" "Come and go without a trace, we are a gust of wind!"

A voice appeared so abruptly, and more than ten people were really like the wind, blocking the Fang family's caravan, and they were the Qi Refiner bandit gang that was crisscrossing this place!

The figure on the sand slope took a few steps forward, the yellow wind at this moment was no longer blowing, and the same slender figure in green clothes was reflected in the sun, with a bundle of hair and clouds, hunting in green clothes, looking handsome, a pair of purple eyes, and a wisp of silver swaying in front of his forehead. He looked at the dozen or so people who stopped the Fang family's caravan, smiled and said to himself, "Finally appeared, you really made me wait for a while." With a wave of his robe, he disappeared in an instant.

Everyone in the Fang family's caravan drew their swords one after another and waited for battle, Fang Xian looked at the people blocking the road in front of him, and also picked up the sheathed long sword on the horse's belly and held the hilt tightly, ready to pull out a fierce battle at any time. Fei Long raised his right hand to signal everyone to calm down, and then clenched his fists, "The friend in front of you is a gust of wind?" ”

Among the more than ten people, a thin man dressed as a master with a thunder mouth stepped forward a few steps, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said in his gong-like voice, "Yes, it's us," Fei Long asked, "Do you have a certificate?" Na Lei Gongzui took out a round iron medal from his waist and threw it at Fei Long, and the iron plate spun rapidly in the air, like an arrow from the string breaking through the wind.

The mount under Fang Xian unconsciously took a few steps back, and after a few snorts, Fang Xian was also leaned back by the strong wind. Fei Long stretched out his hand, with a dark aura in his palm, he caught the iron card with a "touch", and a strong qi rolled up the yellow sand on the ground, and the Lei Gong mouth squinted a pair of thin eyes when he saw this, and grinned "It's a little interesting" Fei Long held the OEM and looked at the words on it, a gust of wind, three, Lu Liang.