[PS: On Monday, I will ask for a red ticket as usual, thank you!]

“...... It's good. ”

Zhao Yuan only hesitated slightly, then nodded in agreement.

Although the long-legged girl did not have the initial hostility, Zhao Yuan could still feel the arrogance in her disguised smile, but Zhao Yuan still decided to go with the girl.

Being idle is also idle, and it is not a beautiful thing to be able to enjoy the exotic scenery, after all, it is extremely boring to travel alone in the endless desert steppe.

Seeing Zhao Yuan and the girl walking side by side towards the front, several bearded men glanced at each other, revealing a helpless wry smile.

In less than three hours, the group walked through the thinning trees, and in less than three hours they were out of the Black Forest, where there were endless grasslands with occasional towering trees.

Zhao Yuan vaguely remembered that he had been here with the Blood Barbarian Cows.

This is already the edge of the Black Forest.

Between walking, the blonde and blue-eyed long-legged girl kept talking to Zhao Yuan, and soon, Zhao Yuan realized that things were not as simple as walking together, and that this blonde girl was inseparable from Blackwater City for almost every problem.

It was already very obvious that this stabbing slave girl was taking the opportunity to inquire about the news of Blackwater City.

Although the girl who knew the Dao had bad intentions, Zhao Yuan still had to answer all questions, after all, everyone he knew about the Dao, there was nothing to hide, if he could hide it, it would cause the girl's hostility.

Under Zhao Yuan's questions, the relationship between the two sides looks very good.

Soon, Zhao Yuan knew that the blonde girl was the younger sister of the leader of the Tatar tribe, her real name was Huo Zhen Beiji, and she also had a very Qinhua name, called "Lan Xin", according to herself, she liked the culture of the Great Qin Emperor, and this name was given by herself.

The other four people are Lan Xin's guards, and the big man who makes Zhao Yuan jealous is the chief of the guard, and his status in the tribe is very high.

As for the other three guards, they are also masters who can fight well and choose one in a hundred.

Lan Xin is a girl with multiple personalities, one will be lively, the other will be quiet, and occasionally she will reveal a cold and fierce snake like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Yuan was neither humble nor arrogant to talk to Lan Xin, and by the way, he learned about the nation of thorn slaves.

Of course, Zhao Yuan was more interested in Lan Xin's longbow, but unfortunately, Lan Xin never used a longbow to hunt, because she didn't need to hunt at all.

Everyone walks on the edge of the Black Forest from beginning to end, because there are trees and grasslands close to the Black Forest, and beyond the edge of the Black Forest is the endless desert.

Compared to the heat and humidity of the Black Forest, the edge of the desert steppe is extremely dry, arid, and dry, and the natural environment is extremely harsh, full of rugged trails, and in some places there is no grass, sparsely populated, and the mountains are slashed and rocky. The most bizarre thing is that occasionally there will be mudslides rushing from the Black Forest without warning, disappearing into the yellow and green desert......

During the day, the semi-desertified grassland is steaming, but at night, it is bitterly cold, and the temperature difference is so large that even Zhao Yuan's strong physique feels a kind of torment.

What made Zhao Yuan unbelievable was that in the face of the scorching heat of the day and the cold of the night, whether it was Lan Xin or the four bearded men, they all seemed to have nothing to do......

Clearly, they have adapted to the brutal climate.

The crowd trudged unhurriedly through the desert and grassland.

On the first night, everyone spent the night making do near the Black Forest.

The next night, dozens of miles away from the Black Forest, there were no trees to live in, and several big men used the supplies they carried with them to build a tent for Lan Xin. Zhao Yuan didn't dare to take the tent from the Sumeru ring, so he had to accompany the four big men to sit by the bonfire for a night, Zhao Yuan entered the realm of "quiet", so that the body was almost no different from the hibernating animals, and it was able to withstand the cold of the night.

On the third day, the five arrived at an old desert town.

This desert town is located on an oasis formed by a river flowing out of the Black Forest, the river is not large, less than ten miles deep in the desert before being swallowed up by the vast expanse of yellow sand.

This short river has given birth to a lot of life in this cruel natural environment.

Lan Xin's four horses were fostered in a desert town, and after picking up the horses, the five of them did not stay in the desert town, but set off immediately after a short rest.

Zhao Yuan originally planned to buy a thorny slave horse in the desert town as a mount, but was stopped by the scornful Lan Xin, Zhao Yuan had to give up, and later inquired to learn that Lan Xin was an inferior horse who looked down on the desert town.

Lan Xin promised that as long as Zhao Yuan arrived in their tribe, she would give Zhao Yuan the best thorn slave horse.

Since there were only four horses, the five of them led the horses to walk in the desert, but fortunately, as the terrain changed, the temperature gradually warmed up at night, and the land became more and more green, and in addition to the yellow sand, you could occasionally see the fertile grassland, and there were more active herbivores.

Soon, seven days passed.

Through these seven days of communication, the relationship between Zhao Yuan and several bearded men has also become harmonious, and the topic with Lan Xin is not limited to Blackwater City.

That night, the group found a site to escape the cold wind of the night.

This site is supposed to be an old stone dwelling, and I don't know how many years the road has been abandoned, except for the broken walls, the wooden beams of the roof have been completely broken, and the rubble has fallen to the ground, and the weeds are overgrown.

"Zhao Yuan, do the warriors of the Great Qin Empire really have such powerful horses as the legends?" After lighting the bonfire, everyone gathered around the bonfire to barbecue food, and a big man asked casually.

"It's very good, I'm not an opponent. Zhao Yuan almost subconsciously thought of the invincible black-faced god, and replied without thinking.

"Have you ever fought with a martial artist?" The guard chief Kuta was stunned, he didn't expect Zhao Yuan to answer so quickly.

"Yes. Zhao Yuan's words had been spoken, and he couldn't take them back, so he had to bite the bullet.

"Hehe, who are you talking to?" several big men smiled, just thinking that Zhao Yuan was bragging.

"The black-faced gods. Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly.

"Black-faced Heavenly God!" Kuta stood up and looked at Zhao Yuan with wide eyes, and the other three big men also looked shocked.

"Yes. Zhao Yuan lifted the long knife in his hand, stroked it gently, and said, "This long knife is the weapon of the black-faced god." ”

"You...... Have you really the black-faced gods?" Kuta looked at Zhao Yuan with an incredulous expression.

"It should be, my first feeling when I saw this long knife was that this should not be a weapon used by ordinary martial arts characters. Lan Xin, who came out of a change of clothes after the remnant wall, glanced at the long knife in Zhao Yuan's hand.

"It seems that I overestimated him, the black-faced god is only in vain, presumably, the sledgehammer god of Blackwater City is not strong there. Kuta looked at the sky and sighed, a look of disappointment.

Obviously, this big man used Zhao Yuan's strength to deduce the strength of the black-faced god and the sledgehammer god.

Zhao Yuan snorted coldly, he saw that the big man looked down on the black-faced god, and his heart was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Although Zhao Yuan suffered losses under the black-faced gods, he still had respect for the black-faced gods in his heart, after all, the black-faced gods had opened up to him and let him go.

"Zhao Yuan, you can use the long knife of the black-faced god as a weapon, it must be not bad, but are you interested in fighting with me?" The big man immediately sensed Zhao Yuan's dissatisfaction.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate!" Zhao Zhi affected the reputation of the black-faced god for himself, and he was in a bad mood, and immediately stood up with a black-backed long knife.