"That's hard now!" Yun Zheng said helplessly. You don't have to think about it, you must know that the brothers of the Lang family are looking for someone to keep an eye on them. When I go to contact those people now, are you afraid that they will die unquickly? A group of Qi cultivators can't run away.

"Hey, I haven't asked you all this time!, how did you guys run from the quicksand river to the dry valley!" Yun Zheng said strangely.

"That's a long way to say!" Han Qianying said.

On that day, she took all the brothers to chase across the quicksand river, although it was full, but everyone rushed forward desperately, and finally caught up with Lang Zheng and a group of people within half a day.

The Zhuji monk who was guarding Lang Zheng didn't expect that these people would dare to chase into the desert, and they couldn't help but be surprised. As soon as Han Qianying saw the old man in black, he immediately took out his sword and did the thing of shooting people and horses first. Otherwise, if he ran away with the boy, wouldn't he have run for nothing?

Ma Zhiyong and the others also pressed forward one after another, chasing after the escort team with several more people than them. Lang Zheng shouted to himself, "You scumbags, you dare to touch the master, you are impatient! My grandfather is the Marquis of Jingzhou, and my father is the son of the Marquis of Jingzhou, who dares to touch me?"

"Damn!" Ma Zhiyong threw a burst charm in his hand, but was blocked by the people on the side holding up a shield. Although it didn't hurt anyone, the smoke and sparks that broke out still made the two embarrassed.

Lang Zheng was startled, knowing that these people didn't care about his identity. He was also clever, shouted wildly, and fled on horseback.

The Ninth Squad immediately followed. Although the number of people is slightly inferior, everyone has a large number of various talismans, which can completely make up for the disadvantage in numbers.

The old man in black was dealing with Han Qianying's attack while moving closer in the direction of Lang Zheng. These people actually dared to cross the quicksand river and chase into the territory of Jingzhou, this is contempt for the Marquis of Jingzhou, and they can't let them go. Watching the two teams of people below rush to the desert one after the other, it is secretly agreeable, just watch not to chase and lose.

Fleeing and chasing, in most days, he has run more than a thousand miles away. In the distance, the sky is dark, and when the sun sets, there is no magnificent sunset scene in sight.

"It's not good! it's a black storm!" the old man in black shouted, and the two swords forced Han Qianying away, and he was about to chase after Lang Zheng.

Han Qianying's sword light was like water, and a whirl encircled him into the sword circle again. The sword trick of Piaoxiang Valley pays attention to hiding but not revealing, lingering like the night rain of spring mountains.

"Idiot!" the old man in black scolded, "The black storm is coming!

"What kind of storm is it, you guys are damned!" Han Qianying said angrily, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

The black storm came very quickly, and before long everyone had seen a high black and yellow wall in the distance approaching this direction. The desert horse under his crotch wailed, struggling in horror to break free from the tightening reins of the crowd.

For the severity of the black storm, the people above the desert know the most, and they are also the most excited. Immediately, someone shouted: "Abandon the horse, protect the young master!" and rushed to Lang Zheng's horse and pulled him off the horse. Lang Zheng was furious, turned his hand and whipped it on the man's face, and immediately blood was dripping and sprinkled on the placket of his clothes.

"Dismount, dismount, find a place to hide!" the rest of the people shouted and jumped off their horses. The old man in black shouted while resisting Han Qianying's spirit sword, "Hurry up and find a place to hide!

Han Qianying couldn't help but be suspicious, looking at the appearance of these people, it didn't look like a fake, they were really panicked.

As soon as the sword was retracted, he returned to the side of the team. Ma Zhiyong said in a low voice: "I have long heard that the black storm in the desert is extremely powerful, but I didn't expect such an unfortunate situation to meet us! ”

The wind has already blown over, and it hurts to hit the sand on his face. Looking at the sky, the black sandstorm with surging wind and sand has rolled in. All the horses fell to the ground in fright, shivering astringently. Those Sand bandits, wrapped their heads in cloaks, crouched beside the desert horses.

"Everyone protect their mouths and noses, and take refuge with the help of a desert horse!" Han Qianying also saw a sandstorm for the first time, so he could only follow the appearance of the people of the sand tribe and lie down under the belly of a desert horse.

It was just dusk, and where the black storm passed, it was like ink splashing, and he couldn't see his five fingers! Han Qianying felt as if there were thousands of hands tearing at him at the same time, trying to pull him into the bottomless abyss. She used her latent skills to fight against this suction with all her might. Suddenly, there was an empty space, followed by the sound of the wind, and a faint mournful roar went away. Han Qianying knew that the tall desert horse, which weighed more than a thousand catties, had been swept away by the wind.

In all directions, the wind roared, wrapped in grains of sand, and hit her with madness. She didn't dare to move, and held the spirit sword inserted in the ground, for fear that if she was not careful, she would be swept away by the wind like that desert horse. But the sand was vain, and this little staff could withstand the power of the storm, and she was still blown up by the hurricane and flew high into the air with a whirlwind.

Han Qianying forced himself to calm down, and his divine sense moved, and he withdrew the spirit sword. Spread the spirit element all over his body, resisting the intense discomfort caused by the flying sand grains and the swaying. From time to time, it will be hit by something, but sometimes it is a large object with soft and hard, and it is estimated that it is either a person or the body of a desert horse that has been blown away. Han Qianying guarded her divine sense and did not let herself be knocked down by fear.

I don't know how long it took, the wind in my ears gradually weakened, and I was thrown the sand, rolling several times in a row before lying in the sand. Tearing off the black silk on his face, his eyes were still dim, but it was no longer caused by the sand and dust covering the sky and the sun, but in the dark night. The sky is full of dust, and the stars in the sky are not distinguished.

"Ma Zhiyong, Chen Nuo, where are you?" she shouted in the aftermath of the sandstorm.

"Ma Zhiyong!"

"Chen Nuo! Li Zhihe!" she shouted hoarsely in the barren desert. Following the release of his divine sense, he explored the surrounding area for three or five miles.

Suddenly, about a mile away, a person was buried in the sand! Han Qianying was overjoyed and hurriedly rushed over. After digging a few feet of sand, a person inside was digging face down.

Turning it over, Han Qianying was overjoyed. "Ma Zhiyong, are you okay?" but no one answered. Reach out and touch it, alive, maybe you have avoided it. Han Qianying pressed his vest, and Lingyuan urged, driving his aura to run. But one Sunday, Ma Zhiyong coughed and came over.

"Captain, Boss?" he was still a little confused.

"It's me!" Han Qianying almost cried with joy, "It's great that you're okay!"

"I'm fine!" Ma Zhiyong turned over and sat up, couldn't help coughing a few more times, and spit out a mouthful of blood. "No problem!

"You're the first!" Han Qianying said.

Ma Zhiyong got up and said hurriedly: "Then hurry up and find it!"

At this time, the black storm has passed, and some outlines can be seen in the shadow of the four fields, but if you want to find someone with the naked eye, it is a fantasy.

Fortunately, Han Qianying was able to release his divine sense, and he found another one after a while. Ma Zhiyong hurriedly went up and dug it out, but it was a person from the Sand Clan.

"Phew, if it weren't for you bastards, how would we have ended up like this!" Ma Zhiyong scolded, and with a push from his palm, this guy died.

The two continued to search, rummaging through the surrounding area for more than ten miles, and finally found five more squads and eight Sand people. Naturally, these eight Sha people all died at the hands of Ma Zhiyong.

The sun jumped over the sand dunes, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

"Forget it, boss, this is also their fate!" Looking at Han Qianying, who had a bad face because of the serious loss of divine sense, Ma Zhiyong couldn't bear to say.

"I'm okay, look for it again!" Han Qianying's eyes were wet, and he said stubbornly.

"Boss, I know how you feel! But it's dawn! That foundation building monk is probably fine, if he recruits a large number of people to come, the lives of the remaining brothers will not be guaranteed!" Ma Zhiyong said.

Han Qianying was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that her hands and feet were weak, and she fell to the ground softly. Several people were startled and hurried over. Han Qianying looked at Ma Zhiyong and said, "You're right, let's go!"

"Boss, you're too tired! I'll carry you on my back!" Ma Zhiyong couldn't help but say, and then carried Han Qianying.

"Let me down, I can go!" Han Qianying struggled.

"You take a break, in case someone chases you, these brothers and sisters will rely on you, the boss!" Ma Zhiyong said in a deep voice.

Han Qianying stopped moving, took a pill, and began to slowly perform Qi Luck Gong.

In this way, after trekking in the desert for a few days, he came to the dry valley, and then subdued a group of sand thieves, preparing to explore the way and find a way to return to the two realms. Who knew that a few days later, I heard that the Marquis of Jingzhou sent troops to attack the two realms. A few people knew that it would not be so easy to return to the Two Realms Pass.

"That's it!" Yun Zheng looked at Han Qianying, and said in his heart: "It's really ...... to lose the soldiers and lose the generals, and to achieve nothing, and almost fold yourself in." But for the sake of the two of them getting along in the past few days, Yun Zheng didn't say anything.

"The problem now is how to contact them, tell them that we are going back to the Two Realms Pass, and let them not take risks!" Yun Zheng thought for a while and said.

"That's right!" Han Qianying nodded, "Even if you can't take them with you, let them hide well, don't be caught by the Sand people!"

"This is also easy to do!" Yun Zheng said with a smile. Song Shu was summoned from the Yantian Pot, and asked with a smile, "Hey, how are you practicing the Transformation Technique now!"

Song Shu is still a little confused! He is in the Heavenly Pot, these days he is chaotic, he is dedicated to studying the method of transformation, and he doesn't pay attention to anything outside.

"It's okay!" Song Shu said, "It's been able to last for a while!"

"Okay, that's it!" Yun Zheng said to Han Qianying, who was looking at Song Shu in a daze, "I'll help you deliver the letter!"

"Ahh

"If you leave and go back to Lang Mao to find you, then won't we show our stuffing?" Han Qianying shook his head and said.

"Hehe, I'll leave you a Yun Zheng!" Yun Zheng smiled and said to Song Shu: "Come, you try to transform into me!"

"Here!" Song Shu said with some embarrassment.

"Huh, isn't it okay?" Yun Zheng was slightly disappointed.

"Yes!" Song Shu said. As he spoke, he pinched his fingers and said something in his mouth. Then, the two watched as Song Shu slowly shed his hair and changed into Yun Zheng's appearance.

"Ahh