"No, let him come."

This was said by Meng Lin, and he was referring to Zong Hongfei.

This vast and vast desert is very suitable for Zong Hongfei, who is free and easy and full of chivalrous spirit, and the other party's state of mind is slowly changing in this battle.

If you're lucky, you can't say that you'll be able to break through soon.

This is the other party's chance.

If you interfere in vain, you can't say that it will ruin other people's good things.

"Just make sure they don't die."

Lu Yun also said.

She admires these people.

Regarding Lu Yun and the others' inaction, the Ding family didn't say anything, they said at the beginning that they would go to the Golden Island together.

If they encountered some strange enemies on the way, they could still ask them to help, but these people were here for the Ding family.

In this way, it is normal for them to refuse to make a move.

No one wants to be targeted by the Qiao gang for some reason.

Maybe it's because Lu Yun and others are too young, they subconsciously put people in the position of the weak and take care of them.

But they didn't find that silk threads were shuttling through the crowd.

When someone's attack can cause a death threat to the Ding family, those silk threads are always just right to "help" the Qiao gang to change the direction of the attack.

That kind of strange traction was impossible to detect, they only felt that the Ding family's life was good, and they avoided it three or four times.

Lu Yun was very hidden, but he didn't hide it from a few people around him.

Thousands of threads are like smoke, hidden in the crowd, controlling the direction of the battlefield.

Zong Hongfei flew out with a sword, cutting off a person's arm, blood sprayed on his cheek, he rudely wiped it away, and shouted another sword.

He thought, he understood why Master had let him go down the mountain.

This outside world is very different, even if the person in front of him is not his opponent, it can make him feel hearty.

Zong Hongfei, who was holding the sword, had extremely bright eyes.

Sooner or later, he will be able to become a very powerful person like those great sword cultivators of the Tibetan Sword Sect, and then make his master proud.

With such a great ideal, the sword in Zong Hongfei's hand became smoother and smoother.

Seeing that he brought so many people and couldn't resist the counterattack of the Ding family, his head and face turned black.

If the fight continues, it will also add unnecessary casualties.

He looked at Ding Er deeply, his eyes resentful.

"Ding Er, don't think you're going to win, let's see."

"I don't believe you won't go to the Golden Island!"

"There, our helper is waiting for you!"

After putting down the cruel words, the head of the witty leader led the people to retreat.

On the yellow sand, some corpses were lying.

Ding's family was injured, Ding Er was the most seriously injured, but fortunately, it didn't hurt at all, just take some medicine to recuperate.

Zong Hongfei was also quite embarrassed.

Don't look at his smooth play, in fact, one-to-many is thankless, he avoids some fatal points, and many injuries are hard.

There were bruises and purples on his body, and there were wounds one after another, Zong Hongfei grinned in pain, and he still had time to comfort the Ding family.

"Don't worry, I'm clear, I'll help you."

"What kind of Qiao gang leader, I want to meet for a while!"

Listening to it, I felt that the Qiao gang leader was very powerful, and he wanted to fight with the other party.

In this environment, Zong Hongfei also smiled arbitrarily, like a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses.

"Are you alright?"

Zong Hongfei asked a few people watching the play, and everyone shook their heads.

"That's okay, let's fix it up and keep going, those people are gone anyway."

After such a blow, those people ran away in disgrace, and they would have no face to come to them for a while.

After taking the pill to heal the wounds on the spot, they are not particular.

After waiting for about half an hour, they sat down on the mountain camels again.

The sun is blazing overhead, and the soft yellow sand is under your feet.

They walked on the ridges of the hills and admired the rare scenery.

It was already afternoon when I set off, and as soon as I was delayed by those people from the Qiao Gang, the sun went down in the west.

Not long after they set off again, they saw the desert sunset.

Far away, a round of sun slowly sets, and the magnificent sunset swells in the sky, like the ethereal clouds, stretching for thousands of miles, and the orange warm light spreads all over the desert, coating the gravel all over the ground with a layer of romantic warm gold.

Under the refraction of the daylight, you can see the colorful light and shadow changing, falling on the cheeks, bringing a little warmth.

Everyone squinted, looking at this beautiful scenery and bathing in the sunset, and their hearts seemed to become broad and surging.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

Nature's magic is nothing more than that.

But with the arrival of the scenery, there is also a sudden drop in temperature on the desert.

When the last rays of daylight also disappeared from the sky, someone couldn't help but shiver.

A disciple of Linlang Pavilion subconsciously used spiritual power to dispel the cold on his body, but the spiritual power flowed all over his body, and he couldn't hide the coldness that seemed to come out of his bones.

"This low temperature is useless with spiritual power." When Ding San saw this scene, he kindly reminded him, and then took out a coat and put it on himself.

No amount of spiritual power can compare to the comfort of a thick piece of clothing.

The rest did the same.

Lu Yun, who was wearing a thick cloak, looked at the dark night, her spiritual sense spread out, and Meng Lin's gaze was entangled.

"Found out?"

She asked Meng Lin, and saw the other party nodding.

Although Ding Wu is a humanoid radar, the range of the other party's radar scanning is limited, and similarly, the range that Zong Hongfei can perceive is also limited.

Those people seem to have figured out the boundary, and they follow it not far from the periphery.

Yes, those people did not leave.

The previous battle seemed to be more to reassure the Ding family, thinking that they would not dare to continue to entangle here.

In fact, they didn't think about giving up.

The strategy is good, but it can't escape the eyes of Lu Yun and others.

And looking at Ding Er means that he doesn't want to dream a lot at night, so he is ready to rush to the Golden Island as soon as possible.

The desert at night is peaceful, and in the extreme cold, many monsters choose to curl up in the yellow sand and refuse to show their heads.

But extreme silence also means danger.

Some monsters are particularly fond of hunting at night.

The Ding family took the lead, and there were many corpses of demon beasts on both sides of the road they walked.

Those things are attracted to food in the dark of night, and they are ready to move.

The silk thread strangled a poisonous snake that attacked him, and Lu Yun looked up at the front.

The desert scenery is monotonous and fixed, like a snow-capped mountain, there are no fixed signs, and it is easy to get lost walking in such a place.

With the naked eye, there is no difference between the front and the back, it is an endless amount of sand.

But Ding's family slowed down.

"Here we are."

"The front is what those people said about the path of life and death, through here, you can reach the Golden Island."

In front of the black hole, like the mouth of some abyssal beast, waiting, hibernating, to meet the prey that has thrown itself into the net.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we can't guarantee that we can safely take you out of the path of life and death, if you want to leave, you can leave now, it's okay."

Ding Er's words were mainly said to Lu Yun and others.

It seems that this group of people is using him as a guide.