Lian Duel was lying on his back facing the sky, his body was soft, a beam of vicious light was shining on his closed eyelids, and Lian Duel, who was sleepy, squeezed the corners of his eyes.

The bottom of his body gradually warmed up, as if he was roasted on a charcoal fire, Lian Du opened his eyes in a trance, raised his hand to block the light, and saw that not far from him, there was a motionless behemoth black thing, which was a four-legged ghost wing dragon.

Lian Du almost bounced up from the ground, stood up with one foot deep and one foot shallow, pinched his arm and thought, "I remember that this guy and I fell off the cliff, are we both dead, and our souls have returned to the spirit capital?"

But when I looked around, I still saw the boundless yellow sand sea under my feet, but unlike the previous scene of Huishi Island, in this vast desert, you could see an oasis every three or five times, in the arched sand dunes, gray ferrets that occasionally popped up from time to time, and the clear sky constantly crossed the goshawks foraging.

Lian Du moved his legs that were about to fall into the desert, scratching his head and thinking: This is not like Huishi Island, nor is it like Lingdu, even if he is not dead, it is easy to be trapped by this great desert.

Just thinking about it, he was tempted by the "gluck" of the duel, and ran towards the ghost wing dragon in three and two steps, and the two huge membranous wings of the ghost wing dragon were laid on the hot desert in a languid manner, and the big head rushed down to the ground, and the sharp mouth was deeply inserted into the quicksand.

Even after a lot of strength, he pulled up the head of the ghost wing dragon, and he saw that the sword soul of the soul silver sword was still inserted in the throat of the ghost wing dragon, but he didn't expect this guy to still breathe, and the ribs protruding like chicken breasts were still lying on the ground.

Lian Du was about to draw his sword, but he shouted coldly behind his back: "If you pull out the sword, it will bleed to death, God has the virtue of a good life, you spare it!"

At this shout, the hairs on the back of the duel stood up, and when he looked back, he didn't know when, there was an old man dressed as a beggar standing behind him, this old man was dirty, it was a piece of rags and a hundred clothes, his gray and unkempt hair hung down to the cheeks, and he was loosely tied into a bun, covering half of his burnt yellow face, and his two eyes were like glass pills, dripping and looking at Lianduan.

Behind the old man's waist, a boy of five or six years old leaned out, and the old man stretched out a hand with black nails and stroked the top of the boy's head, and the boy shyly came out. Unexpectedly, the old man's clothes and shoes were in tatters, but the boy was wearing a bright robe, just a foolish one.

Lian Duel's hand probed on the sword soul, stared at the old man vigilantly, and said lightly: "I just want to get my sword back." ”

The old man sneered, rubbed his two black hands, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not easy! You're just a sword soul, I'll help you lure it out!"

Lian Duel was secretly taken aback, this old man was not good-looking, but he recognized the sword soul with his eyes, and immediately made Lian Duel impressed.

The old man only smiled when he saw Lian Duan's eyes, and pointed to the ground casually, and the boy hiding behind him hurriedly ran over, squatted down and picked up a piece of dead branch, turned around and handed it to the old man. The old man raised his index and middle fingers, and clamped the branch like a jaw, and suddenly, he threw it like a dart, and the dead branch flew like an arrow to the throat of the ghost wing dragon!

As soon as the white light like fireworks appeared, Lian Duel looked at it, and the sword soul of the soul silver sword was actually held in the old man's hand, and the sword edge of the ghost winged dragon's throat was completely blocked by the dead branch.

The old man held the sword soul and bowed to Lian Du, who hurriedly took the sword soul, glanced left and right at the old man and the ghost winged dragon, and felt that this old man was a strange person. Lian Du said: "Senior, this desert is so hot, it will die in a while, and you will save it in vain." ”

The old man didn't care, brushed the messy hair in front of his sideburns, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said that I still have to take it back!"

Thinking of the murderous and bloodthirsty appearance of the ghost winged dragon, Lian Du hurriedly stopped: "Senior, this guy is fierce by nature, if you save it, it will still harm you!"

As soon as the old man heard this, he turned around, looked at Lian Duel head-on, looked at Lian Duan up and down, and said: "Boy, I am dressed in tatters, but I am not called Hanako who eats snot and pus, this ghost wing dragon falls into my hands, who will subdue who is not certain!"

When Lian Duel heard that the old man's words were thorny, he was silent, and the old man didn't pay attention to Lian Duel, but just lowered his body and asked the timid boy, "Little Bell, will we take the ghost winged dragon away?"

When the little boy heard this, he looked in horror at the huge winged monster lying in the desert and dying, and he did not seem to dare to disobey the old man's words, but nodded silently.

Lian Du was curious, this old and young, to drag away such a behemoth, I'm afraid it's a fool's dream.

"Boy, what are you looking at? don't you believe me?" the old man asked harshly, glancing at Lian Duel.

Lian Du was silent, and the old man took off a smoke-colored cloth bag from his gray trouser belt, and said with a smile: "Boy, it's more than enough for me to use it to pretend to be a ghost pterodactyl." ”

Lian Duan smiled and said, "Senior, don't tell jokes, your bag is only enough to hold a few catties of rice." ”

The old man rolled his eyes, didn't argue, stared at Lianduel with a smile, and asked, "Do you want to bet?" After speaking, the old man looked at Lianduel even more unscrupulously, wanting to see what valuable gambling money Lianduel was carrying.

Although Lian Duel knew that this old man was not ordinary, but there were countless treasures in the Yanqi Continent, and he had never heard of the use of this tattered bag, Lian Duel replied: "What are you betting on?"

"Yo, what do you have to bet on?" the old man smiled: "That's it, I don't rely on the old man to bully you, you first say that if you win, what do you want?"

said it was a bet, Lian Duel just wanted to have a glimpse of the cloth bag, and he didn't really want to win anything, not to mention that the old man was in rags, and there was nothing rare, he thought about it and said: "I don't want anything from you, I'm going to a place, but I'm lost, if I win, how about you take me there?"

As soon as the words of the duel fell, the old man clapped his hands and laughed: "It's a coincidence!"

Lian Jue was suspicious: "What's the coincidence?"

The old man smiled: "I'm going to a place too, but I only have this apprentice around me who doesn't understand four or six, it's boring, if I win, you will follow me!"

Lian Duel is facing the mainland outside the Hanging River, full of novelty, as long as he does not delay looking for what the predecessors of Cangyuan want, it is not bad to follow this old man for a long time, thinking about it, he even left the Hanging River behind, and agreed.

The old man held the deflated cloth bag in one hand, dusted the sand lovingly with the other, and then waved his hand, and the bag fell lightly towards the ghost winged dragon.

Unexpectedly, after the rag bag hit the ground, it still collapsed softly and did not move, and a hot wind blew, and the rag bag blew out of the distance at once. The old man trotted to catch up, shamefully carried the cloth bag in his hand, and said with a smile: "Senior, what's wrong with your bag?"

"Ahem, it's an old thing, and it will inevitably fail. Seeing Lian Duel's gloating face, the old man clenched the cloth bag tightly, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes: "It should be thinking, how can it fit a ghost winged dragon!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, the rag bag slowly bulged as if it had been flooded by the wind, until it swelled to the size of a person, and it could not become bigger, but the rag bag flew away from the old man's hand as if it was being pulled by life, and slowly slid towards the ghost winged dragon......

"Come in! Come on!" A voice sounded, and Lian Du thought that the old man was manipulating the bag, but when Lian Du looked back, the old man's lips did not move at all, and the gentle fluttering sound actually came out of the rag bag.

Suddenly, along the head of the ghost pterodactyl, it swelled to the size of a person, like the mouth of a snake swallowing an elephant, and ate the ghost pterosaur little by little.

"Come in, come in!" A soft voice sounded, and he shuddered, and thought that the old man was chanting a spell, but when he turned his head, the old man's mouth was pursed tightly, and the light and fluttering voice actually came from the rag bag!