Sandstorms are a phenomenon that can occur at any time in Yulizhou just like wind and rain. No one can guarantee that they will never encounter it once in their lifetime.

Yu Xiao looked solemn, stopped where he was, watched from a distance for a moment, and felt slightly relieved.

Fortunately, this was just an ordinary sandstorm, and there were no black clouds hanging above.

This kind of sandstorm may be dangerous to ordinary people, but it poses almost no threat to immortal cultivators.

If there were dark clouds gathering in the sandstorm, he would never dare to step into it.

Without too much hesitation, Yu Xiao put away the flying magic weapon, dropped down, and walked slowly towards the direction of the sandstorm.

After a while, he was submerged in the billowing sand and dust. The surroundings were in chaos, and he could not distinguish between east, west and north. His vision was also greatly affected, and he could only see things three feet away.

Now his traveling speed has become very slow. In this environment, he cannot control the magic weapon and can only rely on walking.

But there is no need to worry about this, usually such sandstorms will not last too long, and they are also very beneficial to him.

He can use this to hide his whereabouts and avoid being discovered by other monks.

An hour later, Yu Xiao didn't know how far he had gone. He felt that the wind speed around him had weakened a lot. This was a sign that the sandstorm was shrinking, and it wouldn't take long for the area to regain light.

Suddenly, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he vaguely saw a looming figure on the ground in front of him.

This made him feel nervous. Could it be sandworms that came with the sandstorm?

Sandworms can also be found everywhere in the vast sea of ​​yellow sand in Yulizhou. They prefer to lie in the sand and ambush passing prey.

When a sandstorm with strong winds passes by, these sandworms will be lifted up from under the sand and thrown into the air, carrying them to far away places.

Yu Xiao kept walking forward while holding the secret, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the sandworm that appeared at any time.

At this time, the whistling wind was mixed with a strange sound, and a silver-white thunder bead emitted a heart-stopping and terrifying wave, suddenly striking from the side.

The frightened Yu Xiao was not at a loss. He was well prepared and patted the storage bag. A small blue shield emerged. Amid the flashing blue waves, a curtain of water blocked his way.

The silvery-white thunder beads burst out with purple arcs of electricity, and the bombardment caused a violent surge of spiritual power on the water curtain. It did not break through the defense, but only knocked Yu Xiao back a few steps.

"Monk?"

Yu Xiao reacted without saying a word, injecting mana into his palm with a flick of his hand, and the bronze sword overflowed with light. In an instant, it shot out and struck straight in the direction of the silver thunderball.

In this environment, he couldn't see clearly who made the move, but no matter who it was, he had already encountered an unknown enemy, so he had to take action first.

After two breaths, the small bronze sword went away and came back, but he didn't hit any target.

The silver-white thunder bead rebounded and flew in another direction. Then a figure rushed out, and the thunder bead fell into the hands of a Confucian monk in his early thirties wearing gray robes.

The two sides were less than two feet apart. From such a close distance, they could clearly see each other's faces.

Yu Xiao recognized this person at a glance, his expression was full of doubts and surprises, and he murmured in his heart: "Isn't this the gray-robed Confucian cultivator who failed to bid for the forbidden talisman at the auction? Why is he here?"

The gray-robed Confucian cultivator also had a puzzled look on his face, and even had a bit of confusion on his brows, as if he was also puzzled by Yu Xiao's appearance here.

After a brief look at each other, Yu Xiao instantly became alert. No matter who the other party was, it would not be a good thing if they bumped into each other at this time.

He couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation level. He was obviously in the late stage of Qi refining.

Now that he was seriously injured, he once again encountered a monk in the late stage of Qi refining. He was not as confident as he was when he faced the old man of the Meng family.

On the other hand, when the gray-robed Confucian cultivator saw that Yu Xiao was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, the confusion on his face instantly turned into joy, and he laughed on the spot: "Haha, I don't know if you are unlucky or lucky.

Now that you've met me, don't leave."

As he spoke, the silver-white thunder bead in the palm of the gray-robed Confucian cultivator burst into brighter purple light, and he raised his hand to strike it.

However, the next moment, before the other party could take the lead, another figure flew out from the rolling dust. It held a small gray-brown flag, and as it wavered, it picked up gusts of dark wind and blew it towards the gray-robed Confucian cultivator.

Seeing this scene, the gray-robed Confucian cultivator not only did not panic, but also remained extremely calm. As if he had predicted this scene would happen in advance, he raised a black cauldron with his backhand and pointed it at the gloomy wind cover.

The black cauldron is truly extraordinary. It swells several times in size when exposed to the wind, and casts down streaks of rays of rays of light. In an instant, the dark wind turns into countless white smoke, making it impossible to get close to it.

At this moment, Yu Xiao realized that it turned out that the gray-robed Confucian cultivator was not the only one here, but there was another person.

It was a beautiful young lady dressed in purple, with a stern expression, a delicate face, and long hair hanging down her shoulders.

Her eyes were sharp and cold, the small flag in her hand was shaking constantly, and she shot countless cold rays from her sleeves, attacking the gray-robed Confucian cultivators overwhelmingly, but she was unable to break through the restrictions of the black cauldron.

At this time, he finally understood that the gray-robed Confucian cultivator's attack on him earlier was not premeditated, but a misunderstanding.

Just because he couldn't see the scene in the distance clearly in the sandstorm, he mistakenly entered the place where the two were fighting, and happened to be bumped into by the gray-robed Confucian monk, so friction and conflict occurred.

After figuring out the cause of the matter, a sharp look flashed in Yu Xiao's eyes. Without saying a word, he raised his two fingers together and muttered something.

The next moment, the surrounding temperature dropped to a terrifying level, and the sand particles flying in the air were instantly frozen and fell to the ground.

As the water blooms in Yu Xiao's body gathered rapidly, he pressed two fingers hard, and a white rainbow shot out from his fingertips, sending an unusually cold air towards the gray-robed Confucian cultivator.

This is exactly the Shaoyin Sword magic he learned from "The Seventy-Two Chapters of Taiyin".

Seeing this, the gray-robed Confucian cultivator was shocked. This white rainbow was even colder and unusual than the previous dark wind. He could even feel the destructive energy that froze all things in it. He did not dare to be careless and controlled the black cauldron without hesitation.

Di Liu Liu turned around and blocked it in front of him.

Buzz!

The white rainbow fell, the cold air filled the air, and a thick layer of ice crystals instantly condensed on the surface of the black cauldron, which made it more laborious for the gray-robed Confucian cultivator to move the black cauldron.

At this time, Yu Xiao did not stop, the small bronze sword glowed brightly, and struck down in the air with terrifying power.

The gray-robed Confucian cultivator hurriedly used the silver-white thunder bead to hit it head-on. Once the two came into contact, the powerful spiritual force collided and knocked down the thunder bead. The gray-robed Confucian cultivator was even more affected by the backlash, and a wisp of blood spilled from his mouth.

"Damn it, how can this kid be so powerful!"

At this time, the gray-robed Confucian cultivator realized that he had hit a brick wall, and that Yu Xiao was not someone to be trifled with.

He was so frightened that it was too late to regret it. The female cultivator in purple on the other side also attacked again.

He wanted to activate the black cauldron to resist, but the female cultivator in purple didn't give him a chance. She took out another golden flag from her storage bag.

The two flags waved at the same time. The gray-brown flag blew up the dark wind, and the golden flag blew out the biting wind. When the two were combined, the terrifying energy in the mid-air gathered rapidly. There was a constant roar in the ears, and the powerful vortex of air mass swept the gray-robed Confucian Cultivator.
Chapter completed!