Ren Wuxing followed behind, watching him skillfully arrange various deceptive methods, and it took him half an hour to finally choose the direction.

He secretly said in his heart: "It seems that Zhang Yong's results here are good, otherwise this person would not be so vigilant."

I followed the flax drop and rushed to the northwest, and walked for more than 20 miles, but I saw a sheltered mountain depression, in which there were faint human voices.

When he saw the valley, he suddenly quickened his pace a little, and just before he reached the depression, he saw two guards appear in the shadows, and they came forward and bowed down, "The one who is on fire."

Let me know that this is an honorific title for a prestigious person in the Blackstone Sect.

"Get up." Linen stumbled and lifted himself for a moment, and suddenly looked up.

I saw a man in his thirties with a sword on his waist walking over and saying with a smile, "Ban Daji, you're finally back."

Let me be stunned, these people speak Mongolian, although he has studied for a few days, his reading comprehension is barely good, and the listening test is too embarrassing.

However, a single word, he can still understand this name, this name is very familiar to him, and the original owner has a lot of information about this person.

This person is the imam of the entire Gathran, who is deeply trusted by Aheima, and is the national teacher of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate.

The diocese of the Black Stone Sect is vast, and each place has a patriarch, and I have always thought that this person is the patriarch of Mingshui and even the Han land, and I have never connected the two.

Because the Sultan and Aheima, no matter from any point of view, it is impossible for them to intersect, but I didn't expect the two to really get together.

Ban Daji smiled and asked directly, "Bala, has that person been recruited?"

"That man is the best of the heretics, and he hasn't pried it open yet." As he spoke, Barra quickly moved closer, and began to murmur in his ear, "They're coming."

Let me hold my breath and concentrate, follow behind, I can't understand what these people are saying, so I look around, the wind and sand outside the valley are all over the sky, but the valley is quite harmonious, only the wind and sand outside can be heard.

When he saw someone coming, he was shocked, a Ban Daji was already extraordinary, and the person who spoke in his ear turned out to be a master of artistic conception, and it seemed that he had just entered the artistic conception not long ago.

"In such a hurry?" Ban Daji looked ahead in surprise, and said, "They are here for Kunlun Mountain, don't care, they can't make much waves."

"These heretics were killed by the emperor of the Southern Dynasty like lost dogs, and they ran to the Western Regions and were so rampant." Barra's face was full of unwillingness.

Ban Daji looked at him, patted him on the back, and said, "Don't do this, just use him as an article for the Great Buddha Temple, it's best to get Hongguang Mountain."

"That's a good feeling." Barra's face changed, and then he was overjoyed, and as he walked quickly inside, he said, "I'll let them do it."

The moon hung high, but the yellow sand covered the night sky, and the land was dark.

Ren Wuxing followed in, only to see that there was a small valley inside, which should be a shelter for people to rest in the Yiwu Ancient Road.

Hundreds of camels knelt on the outermost side, and the lower parts of their limbs were folded and lowered, which was their unique way of sleeping.

The temperature of the desert environment is relatively high, and if you sleep on the ground, the temperature is too high to sleep, but if you sleep standing all the time, you can't rest well, so the camel has evolved a kneeling sleeping method.

A few others tended to the camels, several guarded the goods unloaded from the camels, and the others gathered around a campfire with more than a dozen people.

There were almost sixty people in total, most of them second- and third-rate masters, each of whom gathered around the bonfire and wiped the weapons on their hands.

Someone was holding a long sword, but the appearance was quite strange, the head of the sword had two obvious fork tips, separated like a fish's tail, and it looked like a poisonous snake's letter, which was the fishtail sword.

There were also people holding dragon claw hooks, the front hook emitted a burst of cold light, but on it hung a few pieces of mutton, roasted on the bonfire, apparently some iron hooks used to slaughter cattle and sheep turned into weapons.

There are also some people who are similar to the Jianghu people in the Central Plains, holding weapons such as fishtail spears, three-section chains, and scimitars.

These people seem to be ordinary in cultivation, but they are released

On the rivers and lakes, it also has a name, such as what Qingcheng Sixiu is.

In the entire Central Plains, there are not many people like Qingcheng Sixiu, and the entire Western Regions is even smaller, but it has gathered so many people, it is obvious that it is the elite of the Black Stone Sect, and this is the rhythm of doing great things here.

When these people saw Ban Daji, they all gathered around to pay their respects and greeted one by one, "The one of fire."

"Taste my mutton, fireman."

I saw that most of the people from the Black Stone Sect surrounded them, but there was a group of people in the distance who did not move, let me take a closer look, and found that it was actually someone from the White Lotus Sect, led by Zhao Jinglong.

These people were originally inconspicuous in the crowd of the Blackstone Sect, but they were hiding in the innermost part, but they didn't notice it for a while.

But when everyone came to pay homage to Ban Daji, it showed a difference, and it was exposed all of a sudden, only to see Zhao Jinglong walking forward directly, wanting to say hello.

On their side, there was a large cross, and a person was tied to it, who turned out to be one of the four men who were in the Shanxi Inn at the beginning, and his head was clothed, which can also be said to be the remnants of Southern Shaolin.

Let me do it, Lou Zhen's situation is too complicated, I have to meet that Zhang Yong, and this Southern Shaolin remnant will be his best meeting gift, so this person must be saved.

After making up his mind, he sneaked directly along the mountain wall, and before he reached the rear, his face suddenly changed, and he saw that these Black Stone Sect members had already surrounded him without knowing when.

And Ban Daji also held a scepter in his hand, the top of which was a spearhead, and then it was a bag that directly bulged up the size of a child's head, most of which was made of steel, but there was a groove on one side.

It was set with a black gem, about the size of a fist, that shimmered in the firelight, and the rest was made entirely of fine steel.

Pointing at what I can do, he said with a smile: "Zhang Daxia, I followed the old man all the way, I'm tired."

Let me go, but I was surprised, my whereabouts are very secretive, and even if I am a master of artistic conception, I can't detect it.

Even in Shaolin Temple, it is like entering and exiting a no-man's land with this method, but I didn't expect to expose the traces of this person.

Looking at his words, he had already been exposed when he was eavesdropping, and this ability was not even comparable to the ancestor of the Wang family, which was strange.

I secretly thought about all my movements, but I didn't find any clues.

At that moment, he also directly revealed his figure, and said, "Ban Daji is worthy of being the imam of the Black Stone Sect, and he really has a bit of a brush."

Zhao Jinglong watched these people from the Black Stone Sect quietly surround him, and originally thought that this Ban Daji had a very high prestige, and he also wanted to visit him, and then discuss big things, but he didn't expect to bring back the prey.