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"Everyone get ready, and we'll leave the oasis early tomorrow morning. The old man sat in the shade of the tree and said in a deep voice to a group of warriors.

The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, and even Mo Yuntian, who was cleaning weapons on the other side of the lake, could hear it clearly.

He glanced up, and then went about cleaning his gold-wire gloves, and couldn't help but think of the changes in himself.

Lately, he has always felt that his internal forces are irritable and chaotic, boiling like boiling water, as if he wants to break through some barrier.

This made him a little confused, he had never been in this situation when he had cultivated before.

What Mo Yuntian didn't know was that the reason why he had this phenomenon was because his strength was about to break through, and he was about to be promoted from the eighth to the ninth level of the day after tomorrow.

The realm of martial artists is divided into three watersheds, from the first to the eighth level of martial artists, as long as the internal force is reached, everything will fall into place, and there is no bottleneck.

You can start from the eightfold, and if you want to break through to the ninefold, there will be a bottleneck, like a thin film, suppressing the development of the martial artist's strength.

When the ninth level breaks through the tenth layer, this bottleneck will be higher, and it will be more difficult to break through.

This is also why, among the martial artists recruited by the entire team, most of them only have the martial artist Eightfold, the Ninth Layer is only Rob, and the acquired Tenfold is not one.

This kind of breakthrough phenomenon is the most basic common sense, as long as a famous martial artist knows it, it is not a secret thing.

Mo Yuntian's strength was self-taught, and the prisoners in the black prison would not explain this to him, so he didn't know about this situation.

Originally, he only needed to ask a random martial artist to solve this problem.

It's just that the experience in the black prison made him indifferent and not good at communicating with people, and he didn't have a particularly good relationship with this group of warriors, so he didn't know who to ask for a while.

Fortunately, this internal force is irritable for a short time, and it has no effect, so he has always kept this problem in his heart.

Mo Yuntian retracted his thoughts and glanced at the golden silk glove in his hand.

Under his continuous cleaning, the original bloodstained gloves regained their former style again, becoming golden and shining, but a large black stain appeared in the middle of the gloves, which was a bit of a big mess.

Along the way, he encountered countless monsters, and his methods were even more strange, and several times, he escaped death.

The stain on the golden silk glove was the one he left behind when he fought the demon beast.

He clearly remembered that this was done by the venom of the other party when he was fighting with a black python.

At that time, there were three of these giant pythons, and he and a dozen warriors besieged one giant python.

These pythons spew black liquid from their mouths and attack everyone like a column of water.

Those black liquids were so corrosive that if they were sprayed on the body, they would turn into a puddle of blood in a matter of moments.

At that time, several warriors accidentally dodged and died in the venom.

Even Mo Yuntian was almost not spared.

Fortunately, when the python opened its mouth, he sensed that something was wrong and pulled away, but despite this, a small part of the venom splashed towards him.

He used the gold-wire gloves to block it, but it was corroded by the venom, leaving this large stain behind.

However, along the way, facing the death of demon beasts and many warriors, he saw through the rules of this world - the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.

His mind is becoming more and more mature, his mind is becoming more and more determined, and his thoughts of becoming an immortal are also more firm.

Mo Yuntian put away the golden silk gloves and subconsciously tightened the iron sword at his waist.

As soon as he saw this iron sword with a red body, a strange look appeared on his face.

Not for anything else, just because this iron sword was given by the county lord.

According to Li Yueying's own words, this sword is a pair with the cyan long sword she is using.

The two handfuls, one green and one red, are cast together.

At that time, he also shirked for a while, not wanting to accept the sword. After all, he didn't have any friendship with the county lord, and he didn't say a word along the way.

At most, like other warriors, there is a trace of interest.

The county lord suddenly found him and gave him a sword, which flattered him and made him vigilant at the same time.

In the whole team, if she doesn't send it, she will send it to herself, which is really a bit unreasonable.

However, this county lord is also a smart person, and he seems to know Mo Yuntian's thoughts, so he immediately opened his mouth and said that seeing that his weapon was destroyed in the battle, he gave him the sword, and added another sentence, and returned it to her after Hanhai arrived in Xiancheng.

The golden silk gloves blocked the venom for Mo Yuntian, although it was not destroyed, but it was also greatly reduced, and he was worried that he had no weapons.

Listening to Li Yueying's words again, he knew that if he refused again, he would be a little too ignorant of current affairs, so he accepted the sword.

However, he also knew that the latter words were naturally rhetoric, even if he arrived in Xiancheng and returned the sword by himself, the other party probably wouldn't want it.

Although he didn't understand why the other party was like this before, now that he thinks about it, he also understands a little that this county lord is deliberately befriending him.

At this moment, Mo Yuntian's face changed slightly, and he followed him to the ground, listening carefully to something.

Underground, a rumbling sound reached his ears.

"Not good!" Mo Yuntian frowned, and a bad thought flashed in his heart.

In order to prove whether the guess in his heart was correct, he hurriedly stood up, and with a few jumps, the person was already standing on the trunk of a huge tree.

Mo Yuntian raised his eyes and looked over, only to see that the sand and dust in the distance were filled, the yellow sand was swept away, the whole sky was yellow, and a team of people and horses rushed towards the oasis with the yellow sand in the sky.

This scene made him almost fall off the branch, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Sand bandit!" Mo Yuntian saw this scene, his eyes were full of horror.

At the same time, a "tearing" sound came from the shore of the lake.

Mo Yuntian looked at it subconsciously, only to see a large white curtain tearing open, and a figure rushing out of it.

"County Lord......"

Seeing this person, Mo Yuntian's face showed a strange color.

Li Yingqiong's hair is moist, and she has a little less of her usual heroism on her face, and a little more of her daughter's charm.

Although her clothes were intact, there were signs of dampness, as if her body had been hastily put on her body without drying it.

That's true.

The large white curtain enclosed the small lake, and inside was the bathing place of the county lord.

It's not strange that her daughter's house is so clean, but at this time, Li Yingqiong's actions brought Mo Yuntian a strange feeling.

This strangeness only existed for a moment, and Mo Yuntian's mind returned to the billowing smoke and dust.

In this vast sea, so many people and horses appeared at once, and they were all murderous, and he immediately remembered the "sand bandits" that the innkeeper said to himself at that time.

After walking in the desert for so many days, except for the demon beasts, he didn't meet anyone else along the way, and he gradually forgot about the sand bandits.

But today, this group of sand bandits suddenly appeared, and the posture was obviously coming towards the oasis, as if they knew that there were people here, which was a bit unusual.

Could it be that this group of sand bandits has such great magical powers, can they predict the prophet and calculate that there are people here?

If not, then it's intriguing.

Mo Yuntian's mind was racing, and he had already thought of many possibilities in his mind.

However, no matter which one it is, it is not what he wants to see.

At the same time, the old man sitting in the shade of the tree also stood up suddenly, his cloudy eyes were unusually clear at the moment, his brows were tightly clustered together, and the direction he looked at was the place where the sand bandits had attacked, and he obviously noticed something unusual.

Immediately after, Rob and several other strong people also reacted, jumped on the trunk of the tree, and looked ahead, their faces changed drastically.

"Prepare yourself for a tough battle to come. The old man's lips moved slightly, and his voice clearly reached the ears of a warrior who didn't know what was wrong.

When these warriors heard this, their eyes were stunned and a little confused.

But the old man's solemn tone still made their hearts sink. can make this innate powerhouse so solemn, the size of this matter can be imagined.

Mo Yuntian's figure flashed, fell from the trunk of the tree, and converged towards the place where the old man was.

Observing from the trees just now, these sand bandits have entered the oasis and will soon rush to the center, as the old man said, a fierce battle is inevitable.

Just as many warriors were thinking about what was going on, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly reached their ears, and the entire oasis seemed to tremble.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and it was only a few breaths before it could be heard clearly.

The eyes of the warriors gathered, and they all looked at the place where the voice came from, and there was a look of horror in their eyes.

At this moment, more than a dozen feet away from the martial artists, a team of black-shirted sand bandits appeared there, numbering no less than 100 people.

Each of them had a white horse under his crotch, and only one of them rode a strange-looking black horse.

The horse's head was born with two horns, and his body was as black as ink, and his eyes were turquoise, revealing a strange smell, as if a green flame was beating in it.

"What kind of horse is this, how does it look so peculiar. Mo Yuntian looked at the black strange horse, and this question subconsciously surfaced in his mind.

He is no longer Wuxia Ameng, in the Hanhai, he has seen a lot of strange and strange-looking monsters, and he only glanced at the appearance of this black horse, and then fell on the person riding the horse.

If he expected it to be right, the man riding this strange horse was the leader of this gang of bandits.

This person was dressed in black, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a long scar on his face, like a big worm wriggling, extremely hideous and terrifying.

His face was full of anger, and there was a terrifying fierce light in his eyes, which made people dare not look directly.

"Your Excellency?" the old man frowned, stepped forward, and asked.

Although he had already guessed the identities of these people in his heart, he still had some illusions in his heart, hoping that he had thought too much about himself.

"Old man, I'm Marlon!" said Marlon with a wide range of eyes, a thumbs up and a thumb poking at his chest.

The other party's words extinguished the last glimmer of hope in the old man's heart, and this group of people seemed to be sand bandits.

"It turned out to be Brother Ma!" Although the old man's heart was heavy, his face did not change, and he still smiled.

"Old man, I don't have the time to talk nonsense with you here. Ma Long sneered, waved his hand, and interrupted the old man's words.

The old man didn't care about the words of the leader of the sand bandits, but laughed loudly, pointed to a carriage and said: "Okay, the Ming people don't say secret words, and I also know your intentions, as long as we let us go, all the property here can be given to Brother Ma." ”

The old man didn't value these belongings, and the purpose of his visit this time was to deliver the county lord to Xiancheng safely.

If he could exchange these external objects for this group of sand bandits to leave, he would still be very happy.

Although, these are taken by the county lord to honor the elders of the immortal sect in the future, but if his life is gone, what is the use of keeping these things!

"Joke, I'll kill you all in a minute, everything here isn't all in my pocket. After hearing this, Ma Long was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, looking at the old man's eyes, full of sarcasm, and his words were full of murderous intent.

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the warriors changed slightly, and they immediately showed anger one by one, their eyes were wide open, and they looked at Ma Long with an unkind expression.

"Your Excellency really intends to do so!" the old man's face sank, and his tone became a little unkind.

He retreated, but it didn't mean that he was really afraid of this group of sand bandits, with his strength, he could still protect the county lord and fight his way out of the encirclement.

"It's not non-negotiable. Ma Long's tone suddenly softened, no longer so aggressive, his eyes rolled, and he pointed at Li Yueying and said, "In addition to leaving her belongings, I still want her." ”