One arrow.

The three hundred iron horsemen collapsed directly.

The arrow pierced through the bodies of thirty-one wasteland thieves, and then stabbed into the sand, soaked in blood.

The leader of the army attacked, and the chest of the big man who was in the shadow of the black bear was pierced by an arrow, and his entire body exploded, leaving only the big sword to whirl and fall to the ground.

The bandits' cavalry completely collapsed two hundred kilometers away from the caravan, and they scattered in all directions.

Without the leadership of the leading bandits, let alone ramming the caravan, they can't even protect themselves.

Most of the bandits are like this, and if there are many people, they are powerful, and if they really lose their leader, they suddenly lose their bloody will to fight, and they can only flee.

The fate of the lone bandits, waiting for them in the wasteland, will not be much better than dying in battle today.

With one arrow, destroy 300 wilderness thieves.

A large commercial bank that can crisscross thousands of miles is really strong.

Looking at the bandits who fled in a hurry, the immortal cultivators on the side of the big car behind had a smile on their faces, and they breathed a sigh of relief that could not be detected.

As for Du Sanzhen, they were equally pleased.

Walking in the wasteland, it is of course a good thing to have strong people with you.

Zhao Chen didn't care about other people's eyes, and only quietly looked at Han Muye's expression.

It's a pity that Han Muye was indifferent on his face, and he couldn't see any mood at all.

This made Zhao Chen slightly regretful.

Also, how could such a scene be taken seriously by Han Muye, who was robbed by thunder on his head and striding leisurely?

The caravan guards went to collect the clothes and weapons of the slain bandits, and the belongings of the Lu brothers were also brought closer.

It was followed by the bandit leader's great sword.

Zhao Chen's eyes swept over and chuckled: "Those who see it have a share, Brother Han, you pick one." ”

Among these weapons and treasures, the most valuable are the two and a half magic weapons of the Lu family brothers, and the others are the big sword of the bandit leader.

Han Muye was not polite, raised his hand and made a move, holding the big sword in his hand.

The big sword is heavy, and the grade is at the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"I'm a sword cultivator, and I'm a little interested in this sword." Han Muye opened his mouth lightly, and the immortal qi and sword intent in his palm moved lightly, directly infusing the sword body.

Pictures appeared in his mind.

A sword in the hand of a bandit leader who is rampaging through the wasteland, and the hidden memories in it are really interesting.

The other side of the immortal world, which Han Muye had not understood before, slowly unfolded.

Riding forward, he was silent, only carefully digesting these various information hidden in the dark side of the fairy world.

"Brother Zhao, what kind of place is the Bitter Immortal Domain?" Turning his head, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Bitter Immortal Domain?

Zhao Chen was slightly stunned.

"Brother Han wants to know about the Bitter Immortal Domain?" Shaking his head, Zhao Chen said: "In that place, it is very difficult for us Terran immortal cultivators to live. ”

"The Bitter Immortal Domain is dominated by big demons, and only those half-demon cultivators from Tianyao Sect can set foot in it."

Compared to the wasteland where the human race and the demon race live together, the Bitter Immortal Domain is truly the forbidden land of the human race.

Among the thirty-six states in the Rain-Covered Immortal Realm, the state territory occupied by those two great demons is called the Bitter Immortal Domain.

Interestingly, although the Bitter Immortal Domain is a forbidden place for the human race, there are many people who go to the Bitter Immortal Domain.

Some were trafficked to the Bitter Immortal Domain, and became enslaved by the demon clan, refining pills, and mining deposits.

These people will not be free for the rest of their lives, but they will still be able to live.

Some are poaching and mining teams organized by various sects, looting everywhere in the Kuxian Domain and robbing resources.

There are major sects behind these people, in order to grab resources and block the demon clan, if they are caught, of course they will lose their lives.

However, if you can return alive, not only will you have experienced a lot of training, but you will also accumulate a lot of resources, and it will not be difficult to get ahead in the future.

As for the third one, it was the picture that Han Muye saw from the long sword.

Many loose immortal cultivators formed an alliance and turned into bandits, roaming the Bitter Immortal Realm and various wastelands.

These people have no foundation, no backers, and will never see the light of day in their lives.

The only thing that there is is is freedom.

Those who live are free, and those who die are free.

"Many cultivators who have smuggled in from the Nether Realm have been sent to the Bitter Immortal Domain to mine." Zhao Chen said in a low voice: "There is not one person in the Bitter Immortal Domain who can return alive. ”

The name of the forbidden place is no joke.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Have you ever heard of the Wind Thief?" ”

Zhao Chen's face stiffened, and he said in a deep voice: "The three thieves of the Bitter Immortal Domain, thunder, purple lightning, wind, thunder, thunder, purple lightning, and wind." ”

"Although the Wind Thieves are not as strong as thunder and purple lightning, they are so powerful that any business firm is afraid of them."

Zhao Chen frowned and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, you mean that this black horse bandit is a wind thief?" ”

"The Wind Thief is in the Bitter Immortal Domain, hundreds of millions of miles away from the Fuliao Wasteland, so he won't come here, right?"

Han Muye shook his head and did not speak.

Naturally, the Wind Bandits' brigade will not be here, but some of the bandits in this team are really Wind Bandits.

At least the big man in the lead is from the Wind Thief.

The Wind Thieves encountered the siege of the Great Demon in the Bitter Immortal Domain and split into dozens of teams, several of which left the Bitter Immortal Domain and went to the Xuanling Sword Sect.

It hasn't spread yet, but I don't think it's going to be hidden for long.

When the Wind Thief is under his rule, the Xuanling Sword Sect may also have a headache.

Although Han Muye didn't speak, Zhao Chen's face had already sunk.

There are secret methods in the world, and Han Muye got the big man's sword, and it is not difficult to detect some secrets.

Since Han Muye brought up this matter, there must be a reason.

Sure enough, the caravan marched forward, and in the evening of the second day, it came across a hill.

On the hills, there were corpses everywhere.

"It's a caravan that has been intercepted, and it looks like there are at least three hundred people."

The guards who stepped forward to investigate reported that their faces were extremely solemn.

There were only more than 100 people in their team, and although there were strong ones, they didn't know how they compared to the caravan that was intercepted.

A caravan of three hundred people could not be without a strong man.

Zhao Chen's gaze fell on the front and groaned slightly.

At this time, they had only left Qingyun Town for more than 50,000 miles.

It won't take long for Edgeworth to go back.

Even going to Scattered Fire City is actually not too far, and it doesn't take a day for the true sword to fly.

"Brother Han, why don't you first-"

Looking back at Han Muye, Zhao Chen paused his words.

Because Han Muye had already slowly ridden his horse and walked forward.

"There are rules in my hometown for peace, in the end, it is a human race, and it is always not good to see them exposed to the wilderness."

Han Muye's voice came.

A woman's kindness?

Not necessarily.

Zhao Chen glanced back at the guard Chu Lao, and Chu Lao shook his head.

Can't see through.

It is said that a powerful sword cultivator should not have such a compassionate mind.

Sword cultivation should be the most determined, the best at killing immortal cultivators, and also the most hard-hearted.

Du Sanzhen and the others had already rushed over, followed Han Muye to collect the corpses, and then dug a big pit to bury them and pile up the mound.

Han Muye also set up a formation on it to drive away wild beasts.

Turning around, he took his sword and split a piece of three-zhang bluestone, and then pressed it against the tomb.

"When they meet, they are all people in the world."

Han Muye sighed lightly, raised his hand and the sword light shone, and a line of big characters fell on the bluestone tablet.

Running for life.

Who isn't?

There was a trembling sword intent on those big characters.

The caravan guards who saw this word, as well as those immortal cultivators, all had solemn expressions on their faces.

Just looking at these words, it seems to affect the mind, and it seems that people can see the sword light in the sky.

"Good word." Chu Lao, who was following behind Zhao Chen, opened his mouth and said two words.

This is the first time in a long time that he has directly commented on Han Muye.

Zhao Chen nodded.

This word is Han Muye's strength to show himself.

He was telling himself that he could move forward with his sword.

Sword cultivation, that's it!

Moving forward, the caravan is a lot more careful.

The guards who explored the way ahead were added to two teams, and they didn't stop for a moment.

But for three days there was no one in the way.

Not even demon beasts.

"Either we're being targeted, or," Zhao Chen's eyes showed a hint of horror, and he lowered his voice: "It's really the wind thief." ”

Storm Thief.

Jujin Comptoir has not yet had the courage to face the wind thieves.

The atmosphere is getting tense.

Many hired immortal cultivators have already retreated.

If they abandon the convoy, abandon the mission, and run with all their might, they will not be slow.

Fortunately, everything is business as usual.

It wasn't until he saw the big city in the wasteland in front of him that stretched for dozens of miles, with flames rising and dyeing through the sky, that Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Not only him, everyone else was slightly relaxed.

Along the way, it's too depressing.

Han Muye turned his head and looked into the distance.

He was also curious why the other party didn't make a move.

Combined with the memory in the big sword, coupled with the subsequent induction, there should be a lot of wind thieves in this wasteland now, and there are strong ones among them.

It's just that these wind thieves didn't do anything to the caravan, but they didn't expect it.

Perhaps, the caravan was not their target?

The Scattered Fire City is still the old one that Zhao Chen and they are familiar with, a city made of blue and red stones, and the city gate is tall.

The blue-red brick and stone avenue stretches out of the city.

Even the earth and rocks on the ground looked a little blue-red.

It seems that this is a characteristic of the Scattered Fire City.

When I got to the door, I saw a large cart carrying all kinds of spirit stone mines.

"Hey, Jujin Firm, what good things did you bring this time?" At the gate of the city, there were already immortal cultivators holding account books in their hands.

These people watched early, and when a caravan came, they stepped forward directly.

"Wujin mine, the quality is good, I took it, a car of 2.3 million immortal spirit stones." A middle-aged man with a straight stomach lifted the corner of the cart and covered the cloth, and his eyes lit up.

"Lao Zhu, you are the one who is pressing, and you don't see who has arrived, this is Zhao Shaodong." A thin old man who came from behind saw Zhao Chen, his face was slightly stunned, and he said with a chuckle.

Zhao Chen's name is known to all those who do business.

Zhao Chen did not sell the black gold ore on the cart at the gate of the city, but sent it to the melting furnace in the city in cooperation with the Jujin Trading House.

Twenty cars, half of which were sold directly, with 2.8 million fairy spirit stones per car, and the rest were entrusted to be smelted into black gold mines.

After these ores are smelted, they can be sold elsewhere, or they can be sold after crafting magic weapons, and the value can be doubled.

In general, this time, the gold trading house can earn at least 30 million fairy spirit stones just from this black gold mine.

Among them, the remuneration paid to those guards and immortal cultivators does not exceed one million.

This is still counting the losses along the way, and the remuneration of several strong people accounts for the majority.

These immortal cultivators are not at a loss, they are just worried on the road, but they don't fight, but they share some bits and pieces, plus thousands of fairy spirit stones.

The hired convoy and immortal cultivators were dismissed, leaving only the guards, while Han Muye, Du Sanzhen and others found an inn to stay.

Originally, Zhao Chen invited him to the residence of the firm, but Han Muye said that he wanted to walk around the city.

Anyway, his cart of ore has also been smelted, and he won't be able to leave for a while.

Scattered Fire City is truly a city suitable for refiners to stay, and several earth fire veins converge in it.

It's a pity that the quality of these earth fires is not high, and they are a little tyrannical, so they can only be used to smelt ores, and if you want to refine the tools, it is still not suitable.

"Brother Han, there is a caravan from outside the wasteland in the city, and it is said that it has brought a lot of treasures." Zhao Chen, who found Han Muye, had a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Three days later, they were selling treasures in the central square."

The Fuliao Wasteland is 80 million miles in radius, and Zhao Chen is considered to be knowledgeable, but he rarely leaves the wasteland.

A caravan brings treasures from beyond the wasteland, which can be made as long as they change hands.

A caravan outside the wasteland?

Han Muye's eyes flashed.

Seeing his expression, Zhao Chen had already guessed a few points, and lowered his voice: "Brother Han thinks that they may be pretending to be Wind Thieves?" ”

I don't know if it's pretending.

But at this time, the Wind Thief happened to appear nearby, and if it is not related, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

If it's true that the Tempest Thieves are pretending to be caravans and bringing treasures, are they really trying to trade, or do they have other plans?

"Although Scattered Fire City is not small, it is nothing in the eyes of the Wind Thief, right?"

"There are no real treasures in the city, and the famous Wind Thieves will pay attention to the small Scattered Fire City?"

Zhao Chen frowned and whispered softly.

"In this way, after seeing their treasures, if there is anything worth taking, I will buy it directly, and then, we will leave from the teleportation array." Moaning slightly, Zhao Chen spoke again.

"The smelted ore, put it here first."

I have to say that as a businessman, Zhao Chen's cautiousness and sensitivity are already extremely rare.

If you don't take away the smelted ore, you won't get all the profits from this trip, and you will lose most of it.

But Zhao Chen was so decisive to say that he would leave first, and directly gave up those wealth.

It's just that in Han Muye's opinion, Zhao Chen is still a step behind.

If it's yourself, there are two ways to go now.

The first one is easy and leaves as fast as possible.

Second, gather the forces of the city and respond immediately.

It's a pity that Zhao Chen's insight and judgment are not comparable to those who have dealt with aisle disputes like this and have been in charge of a big force.

"Brother Zhao, you can send someone to see if the teleportation array in the city can still be used." Han Muye's words made Zhao Chen's face change.

"Also, look at the caravans that have entered the city recently, what is the situation."

Teleportation Array.

A caravan that has recently entered the city.

Zhao Chen got up and left.

Half a day later, Zhao Chen came back again, followed by Chu Lao, and two black-robed guards.

Zhao Chen's face was extremely ugly.

"Brother Han, there was an accident when the teleportation array was teleported half a month ago, and it is being repaired, and it will take at least ten days to repair."

Really.

Han Muye's face remained unchanged.

If the teleportation array is not destroyed, any calculation is meaningless.

"So, the people who have recently entered the city, except for the small caravans nearby, are people who have never seen before?"

Han Muye said lightly.

Zhao Chen nodded.