When the purple-robed middle-aged man felt annoyed, Yang Ming had already escaped from the cave in embarrassment......

Raising his head slightly, looking at the dazzling gaze, and the endless desert in front of him, Yang Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and immediately took a step forward, walking towards the east of the desert. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to Yang Ming's guess, his location should still be within the scope of the Psychedelic Land, but this Psychedelic Land is too big, and it is not easy to leave without the guidance of the map.

However, with Yang Ming's current speed, as long as he walks in one direction, he must be able to leave the desert in a few days.

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In the vast desert, the wind swept up gusts of yellow sand, and the young man in a white robe was constantly moving forward in the fierce desert against the wind and sand, leaving deep footprints everywhere he walked, and then was buried by the violent wind and sand......

In the Yaxuange Desert, there will be wind and sand raging all the time, just look at the size, if in ordinary times, the wind and sand are generally not too big, and it does not affect people's lives.

However, there are more than a dozen sandstorms every year, although this thing is not as good as the black storm, and it cannot pose a threat to the martial artists of the Tongqi Realm, but it is also a kind of trouble for ordinary martial artists to encounter it, and now, the young man in white has encountered a medium-sized sandstorm, but this level of sandstorm does not affect the pace of the youth.

Looking away from afar, the young man in white was like a lonely boat in the vast ocean, constantly drifting with the wind, but this seemingly terrifying sandstorm could not stop the pace of the young man in white, and he was still moving forward unhurriedly, like an ascetic monk in the desert.

That's right, this young man in white is Yang Ming.

Since leaving the cave, Yang Ming went all the way to the east, and was walking for thirteen days, along the way, although he encountered a lot of fierce beasts, but all of them were fierce beasts of the Enlightenment Realm, and it was the appearance of these fierce beasts that caused Yang Ming to not cut off water and food, and insisted on walking in the desert for thirteen days.

"Alas, thirteen days, if I can't leave the desert, I may starve to death here. "During this period of time, Yang Ming almost drank the blood of the fierce beast and ate the flesh and blood of the fierce beast, the fishy smell was almost disgusting, and he lived like an uncivilized savage.

However, Yang Ming, whose perseverance far exceeds that of ordinary people, endured it alive.

Looking at the east of the desert, Yang Ming sighed helplessly, with the food he was carrying, it had been completely consumed today, if there was no food and water replenishment, Yang Ming would definitely not be able to support it for five days, even if he was a powerhouse in the Tongqi Realm......

After all, in the desert is no more than anywhere else, in such a harsh environment, the physical exertion is often much greater, five days, this is already the maximum limit.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

The most taboo thing about walking in the desert is to lose your direction without the guidance of a map.

However, then again, this desert is the most important place to exercise people's will, and after more than ten days of training, Yang Ming's momentum like a sharp knife out of its sheath has slowly converged.

At the same time, the internal force in the dantian qi sea on Yang Ming's body seemed to have gained a lot of benefits, because not only was the fire attribute energy abundant here, but even the earth attribute was not bad, so instead of consuming too much internal force, the walking during this period of time was not only more extensive than before.

It's just that this Yaxuange Desert is too huge, even if Yang Ming's speed is used to walk for thirteen days in a row, he still hasn't seen the slightest human population.

"Alas, take one step at a time!"

Through the white cloak, Yang Ming could vaguely see the violent wind and sand outside, but this level of wind and sand was really insignificant compared to the black storm he encountered.

At that moment, Yang Ming took a step forward and once again embarked on the journey out of the Yaxuange Desert......

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In a remote place in the Yaxuange Desert, this is the direction to Bizhou, and it is also the only fastest place to reach Bizhou, and this place happens to have a large inn.

"Getaway Inn!"

A dirty figure stood at the door of the inn, and immediately raised his head slightly, looking through the cloak at the constantly fluttering flag on the roof of the inn, this flag seemed to have gone through countless years of struggle, making himself blurry a lot, but he could still see clearly what the words were.

"I didn't expect that in this kind of place, there is an inn, it's really ......" Looking at this inn of small scale, the dirty figure slowly took off his cloak, revealing a young face, and muttered to himself.

This dirt-covered figure is none other than Yang Ming who came out of the depths of the Yaxuange Desert.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Ming suddenly took a step forward and slowly walked into the inn.

"Boss, where is the wine I want? Do you want to make money?" Just when Yang Ming just stepped into the inn, a rough voice came from the inn, and the voice was almost loud and a little scary, but anyone who was a martial artist could hear it, and the strength of the owner of this voice was definitely not weak.

"It's coming, it's coming, the fruit brew you want is here. When this rough voice fell, a coquettish voice came from Yang Ming's ears.

Maybe it was because of the desert trip for more than ten days, when he heard this noisy sound, he was faintly uncomfortable, but soon Yang Ming came back to his senses, pushed open the door of the inn, looked around the inside, and walked in step by step.

At the moment when Yang Ming stepped into the hall of the inn, the originally noisy voice instantly quieted down, and countless sharp eyes suddenly locked on him......

Even the proprietress of the inn stopped pouring wine, her charming eyes swept back and forth on Yang Ming, and when she saw Yang Ming facing so many eyes, her face did not change, and a faint look of surprise suddenly flashed under her eyes.

But everyone who drinks here is a master in the rivers and lakes, and being able to continue to remain calm under the gaze of such a master at the same time is not something that ordinary people can do......

Thinking of this, the charming eyes of the proprietress suddenly flashed with a strong interest, I don't know why, she felt that the young man in front of her was a little not simple, but what was not simple, she couldn't say for a while.