When I looked up, I saw the fire in the distance, and the sound of horse hooves mixed with the whistle of the sand thief.

Seventeen or eighteen hired swordsmen all carried swords and horses, and they took bows and arrows. The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The crowd unconsciously moved closer together, as if they could be avoided by squeezing together.

Lan Yue felt a little puzzled. When he was a teenager, he had fought in the desert grasslands and had some understanding of horse thieves and sand thieves.

Just like a horse thief, although the sand thief seems to be wandering everywhere, there are actually some fixed areas and territory.

The sand thief will not easily invade the tribe, nor will he actively attack large caravans, nor will he commit crimes near the water source.

In the strange situation, the guide Lao Ma stood up and comforted everyone, "Don't be frightened, I will solve this problem." Let's say that, and led a few swordsmen to meet them.

Lan Yue thought to herself, could it be this guide Lao Ma, who cooperated inside and outside, colluded with the sand thief? He secretly used the method of looking inside, and he was immediately mixed with joy and sorrow.

What I am happy about is that the muscles in the body are not only completely restored, but also better than before. Every muscle seems to be full of infinite explosive power.

However, the internal strength has changed completely, to a level where you no longer understand or even cannot control it.

Lan Yue smiled bitterly in her heart. It was better to have no internal strength than to have it. It must have been that in 49 days, the golden elixir combined with his body made a wonderful change, and it was not controlled by his own control. The time was not long, and Lao Ma led the leader and brought thirty or fifty sand thieves riding tall horses. The leader was in his forties, with a beard on his face but could not stop the glitter in his eyes. It was obvious that he was a leader who was not only skilled in martial arts but also quite wise.

Lao Ma walked among the crowd and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone, you guys, don't worry, these are the men of tornado. They don't kill and robbery, they are here to protect us. As long as you press the head, each person can pay one or two silver dollars to safely escort us through the desert. During this period, if you encounter other robbers and robbers, just display the tornado flag, you can avoid disaster."

When everyone heard this, they felt relieved. The tornado is a newly emerging force in the desert. Because it comes and goes like the wind, it is extremely powerful in combat, and is deeply afraid of local bandits.

These people have unknown origins. They say they are Wulin Baidao, and they also forcibly charge protection fees. They say they are gangsters. These people have never done anything bad, and they even chase and kill some vicious bandits and thieves who are full of blood debt in the desert.

Because their location was in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, Western Regions, and Mongolian tribes, they were in the three-region area and protected the safety of the caravan to some extent, so all forces turned a blind eye to them and tried not to provoke them.

When the merchants heard that it was a tornado, they calmed down. They took out silver and handed it over to the warriors who came to collect the money.

For every money the warriors collected, they would hand over to the merchant a triangular flag with the tornado logo.

The tornado warrior came to the tent where Lan Yue was located. Sang Hua was about to take out the money, but Lan Yue waved her hand to stop her.

Lan Yue took out a certain amount of gold and shook it in her hand: "I have money, but I want to see your boss."

The tornado warrior glanced at Lan Yue and said, "I don't think you are a good guy, but you are a bit like a spy from the court. I want to see our heads pass me first." Let's say that, turn your palm into claws, grab Lan Yue's chest with one hand and the other hand with the right hand.

Lan Yue did not dodge, her body shrank slightly, and her claw fell into vain. She turned her right hand lightly and pinched the other person's pulse with her thumb and index finger.

The man felt his arms were sore and his hands were no longer in strength. Wang Fei kicked him up and kicked him.

Lan Yue still didn't dodge or avoid it. She just twisted the other party's wrist gently, and the tornado warrior couldn't help but turn a circle, and the kick naturally kicked the side.

Lan Yue stretched out her left hand to hold the other party's Dazhui acupoint, which made people unable to move. She just screamed strangely. Lan Yue carried him to the tornado and threw the man to the ground.

The tornado leader was joking with several men. Suddenly, he saw a young man in Mongolian robe. He held his hand down to his side. He was also surprised. However, the brim of the man's hat was low, covering half of his face. He couldn't see clearly under the dim firelight, making him look mysterious.

The Tornado Warrior saw this scene and spoke without the leader. He hurriedly surrounded the other party in the middle.

The leader was also a person who had seen the scene. He knew that the person who came was not good, so he raised his hand to stop his impulse.

"Friends on that road, I will report tens of thousands of people to the point where I will not hurt my innocent people by the tornado."

Seeing that the Tibetan young man still did not answer, he looked arrogant and looked as if he was arrogant. He withdrew his weapon with a tall young man, swung his fist like a hammer, and smashed it at Nanyue's door, shouting, "Pretend to be deaf and dumb, take me a punch first."

With a "huh", the iron fist whistled with a strong sound of wind, full of force. This man's fist was the most powerful, and he once killed a leopard with one punch on the grassland.

The Tibetan young man obviously did not dare to push his head hard. He raised his left shoulder and moved his left, as if his body was about to move to the left. At this moment, his body quickly moved half a step right, and while avoiding the opponent's punch, he gently placed his palm on the opponent's shoulder and used the force to exert force. The iron-fist man suddenly lost and flew out by his own fist force.

Seeing this, a thin man on the side quickly took a step forward, kicking the Tibetan young man with his left foot straight to the waist. Before he landed, his right foot suddenly soared into the air and swept across the other side's door. His footwork was sharp, and he was the descendant of the authentic Tan family's legs.

As long as the opponent avoids or blocks, the Tan family's leg technique will be like a storm, which is irresistible. If it comes to the speed of the leg technique, the Tan family's legs will definitely rank among the top three in the martial arts world.

The Tibetan youth did not dodge. He pressed his right hand, pushed his left palm horizontally, and stepped on his right foot. His whole body was like an energy-filled stone, directly hitting into the arms of the descendant of the Tan family's leg. The man was immediately knocked away more than ten feet away.

With a roar, another warrior rushed from behind, putting his hands on the shoulders of the Tibetan youth at the same time, and could overturn it to the ground with just one force.

The Tibetan young man slid his left shoulder, let go of his left palm, and held the other person's right palm with his empty left hand, sank his right hand, and passed through the other person's crotch, gently swung it, throwing the person behind the sneak attacker from above his head. In the blink of an eye, he knocked down the three of them.

As a result, the crowd was infuriated, and the warriors drew out their weapons and chopped the Tibetan youth into meat paste under the command of the leader.

The leader was shocked when he saw the Tibetan youth using such martial arts, and his face showed an incredible look.

He waved his hands and drank to control his restless subordinates.

"You...who are you?"

It turned out that what surprised the leader of the tornado was not the Tibetan youth's martial arts skills, but the moves used by the opponent. The move was a move created by himself, called "the gods pounced on the ground and fell three times in a row."

The Tibetan young man did not move or speak, but just stood there quietly.

The leader of the tornado walked forward step by step, reaching towards the man with his slightly trembling hands.

Tibetan youth do not hide and still stand firm.

The leader of the tornado uncovered the Tibetan youth's hat and showed a handsome and familiar face.

When the leader saw Lan Yue's appearance clearly, he hugged Lan Yue tightly: "Little Marquis!... God is pitiful, I didn't expect that I, Du Zhijiang, will see you again in my lifetime. Oh my God, you are so open!..." This man with a thick beard on his face actually cried and laughed, as if he was crazy.
Chapter completed!