The hall was extremely quiet, and everyone's breathing could be heard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The high priest and the city lord stared intently at the sand table map, and Feng Chen walked to the window to look at the people on the street, who were fighting constantly these days, and the people's lives were not as good as before. In the past, the streets were full of horses and cloth traders, but now the best business is the ironware shop and the grain shop. Wushuang looked at Zhi Han who was in a daze, couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her, and said, "What do you want? Now that the people of 'Shilipo' are safe and sound, we should be happy!" Zhi Han hesitated for a moment, turned around and said to everyone, "Gu Yu, he's back!" Feng Chen suddenly turned to Zhi Han: "Is it the man wearing the Holy Eagle Totem Mask?" Zhi Han nodded solemnly.

Wushuang said righteously: "He betrayed our Loulan, and we must not be connived at and appeased." Zhi Han hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the high priest with a hopeful look: "I want to ...... He must have had a hard time, and he was desperate to save me in the first place. Now he will definitely not be mercenary, he promised me that he would bring back the jade from all directions. The high priest smiled coldly, Zhihan's heart became more and more unconfident, and his voice became smaller and smaller. At this time, the city lord broke the embarrassment: "No matter which army is coming, fortunately, we have the support of the Central Plains Martial Arts." Although Huang Taiji is thousands of miles away from us, as long as the Central Plains Martial Arts can lend a hand, this battle has a fifty percent chance of winning. Wushuang sneered: "Fifty percent of the chances, let's talk about it in vain." Feng Chen hurriedly pulled Wushuang back, and asked her to be cautious, after all, at this time, the two of them were still in their past time, and if they accidentally changed history, the two of them would not be able to return to Shadowless Town even if they were immortals. The city lord pointed to the sand table and said to the high priest: "Although there is a jade gate pass behind Loulan, this is also the treasure and treasure that many martial arts people in the Central Plains dream of our Western Regions in the 'Ghost Gate Pass', as well as the mandala flowers that have been rumored countless in the desert. So we can't tell whether it's friend or foe. Then you can only prepare for the worst. The high priest lifted the wide black sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand to point at the small country near Loulan. Then we stopped in a dune ravine ten miles away, where the enemy we faced was there. And it is not clear where the other party came from, but one thing is certain, among them is the Gumo troops. Zhi Han suddenly walked towards the city lord and the high priest: "Let me go and meet the group of people ten miles away for a while, right?" In an instant, the hall fell silent. The city lord was stunned for a moment and said, "Give you a hundred elite soldiers, and you will first go to explore the truth." Zhi Han smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and seemed to have a 10% chance of winning: "Just give me ten people, all plain clothes." Feng Chen pinched a cold sweat for Zhihan on the side, it is very easy to encounter quicksand eyes in this westward desert, if there are many people, it is good to have a response, if there are fewer people, not to mention, no one even knows if they are buried in the desert. He hurriedly begged the city lord to let him go with Zhihan. Wushuang was a little unhappy when he saw that Feng Chen didn't bring himself, glanced at Feng Chen, and then said: "City Lord, I'm very familiar with the desert terrain, take me with you!" Feng Chen solemnly shouted: "No!" The City Lord looked at Feng Chen and smiled: "Okay, you don't have to argue." The future is very dangerous. If you can turn the danger into a disaster, it is good, if you encounter an accident, then how should I, Loulan, bear the consequences, you think twice. Wushuang said coquettishly to Zhi Han: "Take me!" Zhi Han had to look at Feng Chen, and Feng Chen had no choice but to take this ghostly girl, so he had to say: "Then you must follow us." The city lord clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Everyone, without further ado. I'll make arrangements for you now, and I'll leave tomorrow. Zhi Han glanced at the sky outside the window and said, "Set off tonight." Wushuang quipped: "This is to go to the desert to hit ghosts! ”

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, a small caravan of thirteen people traveled through the desert, each wrapped in a thick turban. In the desert at night, you can only see the stars in the sky and the yellow sand with your face scratched. Wushuang was a little sleepy, yawned and said to Feng Chen, "How long will it take!" Feng Chen looked at the deep and shallow horseshoe prints left behind him, turned to Wushuang and said, "If it's fast, you should be able to go to the place where the soldiers are stationed ten miles away." Zhi Han nodded, cleared his throat and told everyone to follow quickly. As soon as the words fell, I saw the dust in front of him, and Zhi Han shouted: "Get off the horse and insert nails!" I saw that the ten people were quick, turned over and dismounted, took out the hammer behind them, took out the long rivets from under the saddle and inserted them into the yellow sand, tied the reins as thick as an arm at one end, and let ten strong men tighten at one end. Although the half-meter-long steel nails were all inserted into the sand and gravel, and the ten people were also in a fast formation, the storm was raging, and the dust and Wushuang had no time to dodge. Sealing the dust and concentrating on it, covering himself and Wushuang with his true qi, Zhi Han was safe and sound in the center of the ten-person formation. But this sandstorm is willing to let go of this rare living creature on the desert, the wind and sand wind speed is faster, and soon the strong man in the northwest corner of the ten-person formation could not hold on, was blown to the sky by the wind and sand, and then fell to the ground and vomited blood and died. Zhi Han pulled away from the center to the northwest corner and grabbed the reins of the strong man. Everyone's hands were torn by the reins, and at this critical moment, suddenly a man wearing a holy eagle totem mask fell from the sky, and the combined palm continued to suppress the phalanx with all his strength. The storm gradually subsided, and the man fell from the sky, and when he fell, he saw a horse with armor at the end of the yellow sand coming towards him, and caught this person steadily.

Zhi Han walked unhurriedly to the man wearing the Holy Eagle Totem mask, grabbed his hand and said, "Follow me back!" The man untied his black cloak and draped it over Zhi Han's body, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not the time yet, I haven't finished what I promised her." Zhi Han looked at the cold eyes under the mask in bewilderment: "What did you promise her?" The man was silent, lowered his head and let go of the hand that was tightly clutching Zhi Han's cloak. Zhi Han suddenly pulled out the scimitar at his waist and swung it at the man, and the light of the knife flashed in everyone's eyes under the moonlight, only to see that the rope of the man's mask was cut by the scimitar. The mask fell heavily in the gravel, and a few of the man's long green hair were shaved off and scattered in the distance with the strong wind. Wushuang exclaimed: "It's really you, Brother Gu Yu." Feng Chen seemed to have guessed that it would be such a scene, but he didn't expect that the four of them would meet again in this vast desert and face each other with swords.