The sleeve is short, and the sun and moon are long in the pot!

In a certain way, the sleeves are indeed not as good as the sun and the moon in the pot.

The force of space is like a balloon, dotting a small dot on it, and as long as the air is blown and twisted, the dot will become larger as the balloon expands.

This is the principle of the sleeve, making the sleeve bigger, as if there really is a world, and making the collected items smaller, as if it were a grain of novice.

Zhang Bairen began to distort the space, using small pry to pry and stretch the space in the sleeve of his right hand with small bubbles, and after a while, he opened his eyes and showed a strange look: "The stretching is completed, but how to stabilize the stretched space?"

It's like a ball, you blow it up, you need to tie your pockets and you can't run away.

This is also easy to do, Zhang Bairen mobilizes small bubbles with divinity, and the power of the soul spreads all over every inch of the skin of the body, omnipresent.

Zhang Bairen directly used the power of the small bubble as a rope to restrain the distorted space.

As long as the days are long, Zhang Bairen's comprehension and construction of the power of space will be deepened, and sooner or later he will put down a core bone in his sleeve and support the sleeve.

What is the best way to keep the balloon open at all times and not be able to tie the air outlet?

Of course, the balloon is filled with a skeleton to prop it up.

After such a toss, although Zhang Bairen's spirit was greatly consumed, it was unprecedentedly good.

Seeing a wisp of purple qi burst out from the east, and the night passed in a flash, Zhang Bairen slowly closed his eyes and began to meditate and practice Sanyang Dafa.

When the scorching heat of the sun was beyond Zhang Bairen's ability to bear, he saw Zhang Bairen stand up, feed the horses, eat a piece of yellow essence, and was about to get up and hurry, when a neighing of horses in the distance broke the silence of the early morning.

"Hmm, it's coming, it's so fast!" Zhang Bairen put the sword bag on his back, stood up casually, and stood on the yellow sand waiting for the arrival of the Turkic warriors.

Fifty Turkic warriors followed him, and he rode a horse from a distance and stopped dozens of paces away, instantly bending his bow and controlling the strings.

"What's wrong! Why do you play with bows and arrows?" Zhang Bairen was stunned, his own half-hung swordsmanship was still clear, he was not afraid of close combat, but he was really not good at long-distance combat.

"Zhang Bairen, if you kill my brother, I will make you pay for your blood debt today!" The big bow in Xiao Mo's hand slowly opened, and his words exploded in the air like thunder.

Zhang Bairen's eyes changed, and he suddenly turned over and got on the horse, galloping rapidly.

He is not a fool, a Taoist priest actually fights hard with others.

The range of the bow and arrow is far beyond the range of refining swords into silk, Zhang Bairen's long sword is absolutely unable to block fifty hard bows, in this time and space where medicine is backward, Zhang Bairen does not want to die here in vain.

The long sword on his waist is cumbersome, and he has long been stuffed into his sleeve by Zhang Bairen, as for the sword bag behind him, the four long swords in it need Zhang Bairen to constantly practice sympathy with them at all times, and they need to be carried every second.

"Run, can you run?" Hina Mo smiled coldly.

"Huh?" After running for dozens of steps, Zhang Bairen's face changed, and more than a dozen horses under his feet actually fell into the yellow sand, and disgusting flesh loomed in the yellow sand.

"Quicksand! Sandworm!" Zhang Bairen jumped up, and his sleeves were exerted, only to see that the space was distorted, causing gusts of wind, and more than a dozen horses instantly disappeared into his sleeves and disappeared.

"Damn sandworms!" Zhang Bairen swung out with a sword, and the earthy yellow blood splattered, taking advantage of the wind in his sleeve to roll up the wind and sand, and continued to gallop forward.

The wind and sand dispersed, the horses were gone, and the Turks did not care, only thinking that the horses had been swallowed by sandworms.

"Did you run?"

There were bursts of sneers from behind, and I saw that the yellow sand was constantly undulating, and the palm-sized insects drilled holes in the dirt and catapulted at Zhang Bairen.

"Huh!" Zhang Bairen's figure retreated rapidly, the long sword was stuffed into his waist, the trapped immortal rope was held in his hand, and the dragon power burst out, which actually made the sea of insects tremble for a while, and the coercion from the blood made people tremble.

Facing Zhang Bairen, who was trapped in the immortal rope in his hand, the insects actually lay on the ground, not daring to move, and let Zhang Bairen rush out of the sea of insects.

"How is that possible!" Hina Mo frowned, and the fifty samurai were also shocked.

Not only was he shocked, he was simply stunned, why didn't his own means work?

"Chase!" was stunned, and Xiao Mo suddenly rode his horse towards Zhang Bairen.

Looking at the young Mo in the distance, Zhang Bairen smiled coldly, his big sleeves floated, but he saw a sturdy horse standing in the desert ignorantly, as if he didn't understand why his eyes were changing.

Zhang Bairen didn't care so much, he rode his horse and galloped directly, and the whip fell and he hurried all the way.

"Mother, am I dazzled!" Hina Mo sat on the horse, looking at the galloping figure in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

After running for half an hour, when the fifty Turkic warriors saw Zhang Bairen change horses again, their hearts suddenly sank, and dark clouds thickened.

"Stop!" Hinamo stopped.

"My lord!" the fifty Turkic warriors began.

"This is the legendary sleeve Qiankun, I have only heard people say it before, but I didn't expect to see it today, this kid doesn't know how many horses there are in his sleeve, and you don't understand it, our horses are tired, but he keeps changing, we can't catch up! Don't waste your efforts!" Xiao Mo's face was full of shock: "I just heard people say it, I never thought that there really was such a magic power in the world, and I need to be careful in the future." ”

The warrior muttered when he heard this: "None of us have heard of the general's escape technique before, but now we have seen it!"

Isn't the art of retreat also a legend?

"This is different!" Xiao Mo shook his head: "If you want to chase this kid, you can only take the Flying Eagle, but our Flying Eagle team is not nearby, continue to chase slowly!"

"Nothing in your sleeve!" "Hina Mo's eyes were full of greed: "If you can learn this hand, in the future, this magic power will be a good means of sneak attack." ”

The space in Zhang Bairen's sleeve was distorted, and more than a dozen horses turned into the size of a grain of rice, constantly walking back and forth uneasily in the sleeve, but seeing that the space was constantly distorted and transformed, he could never get out.

"Wonderful! It's wonderful! Even if these guys get cheap, if you ask me to use my sleeves to take them all away, I will definitely make them look good" Zhang Bairen saw that the Turks stopped chasing and began to slow down gradually.

In the face of arrows, Zhang Bairen also wanted to try the means in his sleeve, but unfortunately Zhang Bairen didn't dare!

The Qiankun in his own sleeve has just begun to be used, and he is far from being able to do it, and he accidentally hung up the lottery, but he lost a lot of money!

Zhang Bairen rode his horse and galloped for a while, and after a night of hurrying, he had reached the boundary of Zhangye at this time, which was regarded as entering the territory of the Great Sui, and the end of the yellow sand was already far away.

Bypassing the guards of the border city, Zhang Bairen directly entered the abdomen of Guannei and headed in the direction of Zhuojun.

This trip has gained a lot, not to mention the map of the ancient country of Loulan, that is, he has cracked the secret of space in the real water bowl and cultivated his own sleeve, which is not a big help to Zhang Bairen.

More than a dozen horses didn't seem to have the slightest weight in Zhang Bairen's sleeve, and they were all offset by the power of space.

Zhang Bairen doesn't know where the limit of what is in his sleeve, and he can try it when he has the opportunity in the future.

After entering the customs and changing clothes, I looked at the dock on the shore, and the crowd was innumerable and lively.

"But there is a fleet to Zhuojun, can you take a little poor road all the way" Zhang Bairen stood on the dock and shouted.

When the surrounding caravans heard that you look at me and I look at you, everyone looked at Zhang Bairen, who was dressed in coarse linen, with a hint of surprise in their eyes, and then shook their heads and ignored them.

"Yes, you kid is a Taoist priest, why don't you see you wearing a Taoist robe?" a rough voice sounded beside Zhang Bairen.

What a big man, in his thirties, with bronzed skin and clear muscle lines, full of explosive power.

"This strong man, can you take a little bit of poverty?" Zhang Bairen said with a smile.

Looking at this immature face, the strong man smiled: "What about your family?"

"Xiaodao went out alone, and his family was still in Zhuo County," Zhang Bairen smiled.

Listening to Zhang Bairen's words, the strong man sighed: "What are you doing in the border city alone?"

"In order to capture the treasure!" Zhang Bairen smiled sweetly, what a pink Zhengtai.