It's been a day's journey.

The surrounding area is already a desert, the stone and soil are all yellow-brown, there is not a single green grass in sight, and occasionally a lonely small tree is also withered and yellow, and further forward is the sea of sand.

Everyone chose to camp in a clearing before entering the desert, preparing to spend the night here. Tents were erected, and torches were dotted together.

Yuhan and his entourage also set up a big tent, huddled together and ate some dry food casually, and fell asleep in the tent after exhaustion, Yuhan sat and looked up at the sky with a sword in both hands, the sky here is particularly blue, full of stars.

"Yuhan, you go lie down for a while! I'll keep watch, you're the most tired. Meng'er said heartbrokenly, she had seen Yuhan's miserable white face, she was just an ordinary person, she had no internal strength to protect her body, she followed everyone to work hard for a day, she didn't cry out for bitterness, and she didn't fall behind a step.

"Well, I arranged it together, just so that everyone can have a good rest, only one person needs to guard it at a time, and after a while, you let them take turns to change you, I do want to rest for a while. She turned pale.

After a noisy day, the people finally quieted down and fell asleep.

When the red sun slowly rose, people began to be alive again, packed up their things, simply ate some dry food, and Yuhan and his party went on the road again.

Truly entering the desert, only this avenue is paved with gravel and surrounded by sand dunes.

People crowded into the road, forming a long procession, and the riders who used to be able to gallop along the side of the road now dismounted and led the way, because it was very difficult to walk in the sand.

Most people choose to walk to Fushibao, if you ride a horse, you still have to walk in this kind of place, because you also have to take care of others, and it is very expensive to raise a horse in Fushibao, people drink water and eat are problems, not to mention that horses need to drink a lot of water and forage, the price is of course expensive.

The sun is scorching the desert, the temperature is starting to rise, and it is becoming more and more difficult for people to walk.

Suddenly, a group of horses galloped forward, and the crowd on the road avoided one after another, and some of the people who were not in a hurry were directly kicked over by the horses and taken down.

The group consisted of eight horsemen, led by a young man in a purple robe, followed by an entourage holding a yellow flag with the word "Feng" embroidered in the middle.

Yuhan and the others quickly hid beside him, the horse team galloped, suddenly, an old man in front of him was not in a hurry, fell to the ground, seeing that the iron hooves of the fastest first horse were about to step on him, Yuhan jumped forward, swung out his long sword and cut out the horse's feet, and pulled the old man's arm with his left hand to the side.

The horse lost its legs and rolled to the ground, and the old man was thrown on the sand by the roadside.

But the horses behind all rushed towards Yuhan, and Yuhan didn't stand steadily and wanted to dodge again, so he didn't hurry.

"Ahh

Seeing that Yuhan was about to be buried under the horse's hooves, suddenly a black shadow swept like lightning and like a ghost, and instantly picked up Yuhan and retreated to the side of the road, and threw out a long black whip, knocking the two galloping horses to the ground at the same time. The men on the horses who came from behind grabbed the reins, and one of them shouted, "Who is it, so bold, who cut down our horses and overturned our people, and doesn't want to live?"

Yuhan only felt that she was being held and rotated by a strong arm, and her tired body leaned on her chest like an iron wall, which was a stable, thick and warm embrace, which made her feel comfortable and relaxed, and a feeling of nostalgia and comfort arose. The young man in black was staring at the clear and beautiful eyes she had just opened with deep black eyes, her cheeks were hot, and she struggled to stand up, but he held on to it, and she couldn't move for a while.

He knelt on one knee, his long black vertical hair was draped over his shoulders, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were pursed, his angular face was solemn, and his slender, tall, solid but not rugged figure was like an eagle in the night. Cold, arrogant, lonely and compelling, it exudes a strong force that dominates the world in its independence.

He shook off the wide black robe, slowly stood up, stretched out his broad and solid left hand, and gently stroked the scattered green silk of Yuhan with his slender fingers, helping her to stand firmly, and then relaxed the slender waist that was tightly wrapped around him.

"You killed our horses and beat our men, how do you explain?" said a strong man who looked like a family.

The young man in black did not answer, did not raise his eyes, but only collected the long whip intently and slowly.

"Are you dumb? We are the Feng family of the four major families, can you afford to provoke him? Do you know who he is? Our third son, kneel down and admit your mistakes, forget it, let you go." ”

The young man in purple sat on his horse, condescending and arrogantly glancing at the young man in black.

The young man in black suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced at the loud man.

With just one glance, a cold meaning penetrated the big man's body, and he was agitated and cold. I was so weak that I didn't dare to speak out again.

"Give it to me, hit him until he begs for mercy, and make him arrogant. Seeing this, the young man in purple hurriedly shouted.

He coldly spat out a few words: "Die, all have to die." "Like a voice from hell.

With a wave of the whip, a strong man fell off his horse, his head cracked and died, blood spilled all over the ground. Immediately after that, another man also planted his horse. In an instant, two big men were killed.

Everyone was stunned, and the young man in the flower dress was also frightened, and hurriedly dismounted and knelt down to beg for mercy: "Uncle, the villain has no eyes, let us go! I don't dare anymore." ”

Everyone else knelt down as well.

The young man in black was silent, the whip was raised, one strong man fell to the ground, and the others trembled.

"Okay, they've all admitted their mistakes, let them go!" Yuhan said to the young man in black.

He glanced up at her, his dark eyes shining, the whip was raised, and the young man in purple fell to the ground.

"Okay, let the rest go, are you a murderer? you must all be executed?" Yuhan shouted loudly, and protected a young man next to him with his body.

The black-clothed young man looked at the scene coldly, and with a long howl, the figure quickly swept into the air and disappeared in an instant, at the same time, except for the man behind Yuhan, who was still kneeling, everyone else fell to the ground and died.

"Perverted!" Yuhan scolded with a crying voice.

All the passers-by at the scene were stunned by this scene and couldn't believe it for a while, but the seven corpses were actually lying on the ground.

The remaining man was so frightened that he got up tremblingly, bowed deeply to Yuhan, and fled in a hurry.

Yuhan called Lu Ting and the three of them to move the bodies to the sand on the side of the road, so that the people behind them could walk, and the others also silently came over to help and buried them with sand.

A middle-aged man led the old man who had just fallen down to thank him! Yuhan waved his hand, so that they did not have to be polite.

That's when everyone started to hurry.

It was nearly dusk.

Yuhan and the others arrived at Fushi Fort, there is no city wall here, there is no street, it is a hillside with a diameter of about five miles, in the center is a huge concave sand pit located between several large mounds, the sand pit is surrounded by huge stone pillars, the pillars are tied with dense iron chains, and the outside is a layer of steps, there are a total of eight gates in all directions, all of which are locked now, and they are all guarded by mighty soldiers. A huge wooden sign is hung at the main entrance, which reads: Fu Demon Field.

In front of the main entrance is a large circular stage. Book: Martial arts platform, rows of chairs in front of the competition platform, the flag of the Taihan Kingdom fluttering on the high main pillar, and the flags of several famous families on the left and right poles. There are two big megaphones in the two corners of the platform.

To the east of the field are several white fortress-like houses with a little green space and a small spring pool. It is also surrounded by slightly thinner chains. On the wooden plaque on the gate is the Fort of Fushi, which is supposed to be the temporary residence of the national garrison troops or important officials sent by the royal family to live here.

There are also several white hanging towers on the west side, with green space, and a deeper pool, also enclosed by chains, and above the gate is: Shitan Terrace. Usually it should be used to entertain guests, but now it is inhabited by extremely important guests. Xiao Moran asked Yuhan to go here to find him.

To the north, behind the Demon Field, there should be dozens of sparse houses thousands of kilometers away.

Now all the crowds of people who participated in the Demon Hunting Conference were arranged on the open sand dunes in front of the stage of the Demon Arena, and the dense tents had filled many of the sand dunes and were still increasing.

Columns of soldiers patrolled the perimeter, standing guard. There were also some stragglers on the field, with signs and labels on the steps, nervously preparing for the meeting tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

The two tents of Yuhan and the others were stationed far away, but fortunately, they were in a high position, so they could have a glimpse of what was happening around them.

It may take two or three days to stay here, and Lu Ting has already become familiar with the neighbors around him. The five tents on the left are the disciples of the Huayin Sect of Huayin Mountain, led by their senior brother Hong Yitong, a total of fifteen people came.

The three tents on the right are the Xu family of Kunwan City, with a total of ten men and women, led by Xu Fuxiang, the third elder of the family.

Everyone got to know each other and was polite.