They marveled at Zhao Yuan's physical strength and endurance, as well as Zhao Yuan's elusive archery skills.
At first, they thought it was Lan Xin who shot the arrow, but later they discovered that they were wrong. It was not Lan Xin who shot the arrow, but Zhao Yuan.
"Unless Master Ruolin personally takes action, or at least two of the four great masters of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning cooperate, no one can besiege him." Looking at Zhao Yuan standing on the sand dunes in the distance, Master Feng let out a long sigh.
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"Isn't it possible that the number one warrior of Ci Nu can't do it?" Hu Yansheng had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
"It's difficult. His speed is too fast, and he seems to have mastered a secret method that can sense when danger is approaching him. In addition, he is proficient in archery, so there is no way to get close to him. Of course, he is definitely not the first warrior Helian
The opponent, but he has an evil spirit, an evil spirit..." Feng Guoshi shivered inexplicably. The contact with the evil spirit just now was extremely brief, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole.
"What is the evil spirit?" The expression on Hu Yansheng's face was stagnant. He hammered the tribulus bone in his hand hard on the ground. A huge pit was hammered out on the gravel ground. Sand and stones flew up. The dunes shook. The surrounding soldiers
They all had a look of horror on their faces.
When Hu Yansheng started fighting Zhao Yuan, he was hit by a dark wind. It was that frightening wind that made Hu Yansheng not dare to get too close to Zhao Yuan.
"The evil spirit is the condensed spirit of death. It is ferocious and vicious. In fact, if the evil spirit is not coveting him, I still have some ways to trap him." Feng Guoshi had a look of regret on his face.
"Then what should we do?" Hu Yansheng said disappointedly.
"Let them go for now, lest the lives of the warriors be sacrificed in vain."
"Where is Wanyan Honglie?"
"He must be trying to persuade other tribal leaders to betray Shan Yu. Let's report to King Zuo Xian first and then make a decision." Feng Guoshi said calmly.
"Everything is decided by the national master."
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At sunrise, thousands of cavalrymen disappeared into the desert like a tide, and the sand and dust flew in the distance.
The desert has returned to tranquility.
The desert at this time is no longer a barren desert of death. Clumps of pastures here and there dance in the wind on the gravel ground, as if the yellow desert is dressed in a floral dress of emerald green dots.
"They left." Lan Xin stared blankly at the dust in the sky in the distance.
"If they don't leave, I won't let them leave." Zhao Yuan held a long bow in his hand and stood on the sand dunes. His slender body looked majestic in the morning sun, and his long flying hair hunted in the wind as if it were alive.
Listening to the domineering voice and looking at the back standing in the morning sun, Lan Xin felt suddenly enlightened again.
Is this the man who is cautious about trivial matters?
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Yuan turned around and saw Lan Xin looking at him blankly.
"No...nothing..."
"What are your plans?"
"I want to find my brother." Lan Xin's face lit up with blazing flames.
"Although your brother is not dead, he is currently on the run. It is difficult to find him."
"My brother is an unparalleled hero, and he is definitely not someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Besides, my brother has a wide circle of friends and has friends all over the world. He will definitely not run away in embarrassment like that rat." Lan Xin snorted coldly.
"Okay, your brother is an unparalleled hero, so where is he now?" Zhao Yuan was naturally too lazy to argue with a woman.
"...Thirty-six major parts and seventy-two minor parts are all possible..."
"That means you can't determine your brother's exact whereabouts at all."
"..." Lan Xin opened her mouth but was speechless.
"You haven't recovered from your injury now. Why don't you come with me to Blackwater City to recuperate and wait until you are better before making plans?"
Lan Xin did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a while.
Lan Xin very much hopes to find her brother Wanyan Honglie immediately, but currently she has no ability to protect herself. If she leaves Zhao Yuan, her life will be in danger at any time.
"Okay." Lan Xin nodded.
"Let's go!"
The two trekked through the grassland, and the desert gradually turned into an oasis. However, the weather was still hot during the day.
Zhao Yuan originally wanted to hug Lan Xin and run away, but Lan Xin refused, so Zhao Yuan had no choice but to give up.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuan was not in a hurry and wandered leisurely along the way, admiring the magnificent scenery on the grassland. Occasionally, he would look back and look like a drooling pervert, staring at Lan Xin's youthful and plump breasts.
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For several days, the two of them walked in the grassland, like an inseparable couple.
Today, at sunset again, the two of them passed through an oasis and entered a desolate desert.
Dusk on the grassland is the most beautiful time. The desert and the long corridor under the setting sun are full of poetry and painting.
Seeing the majestic fire cloud burning in the sky, Zhao Yuan let out a loud roar, untied the cloth of the black-backed long knife, and ran wildly on the desert. The silver long knife seemed to blow a strong wind out of thin air on the desert.
In the meantime, flying sand and rocks.
Lan Xin slowly followed behind.
During this time, Lan Xin has become accustomed to Zhao Yuan who is sometimes calm, sometimes arrogant, sometimes wise, and sometimes calm.
In Lan Xin's eyes, Zhao Yuan is a strange person. Sometimes he will nag like a woman, and sometimes he will have a cold expression and won't say a word for several days. More often, Zhao Yuan will be just like a woman.
Like a beast with excess energy, it is always looking for opportunities to vent the huge power in its body.
As she got to know Zhao Yuan, Lan Xin became more in awe of Zhao Yuan.
This is a terrifying man, he has meticulous thinking, powerful computing power, and a frightening fighting spirit.
Lan Xin is an excellent archer, so she naturally understands what fighting spirit means to a warrior.
In battle, strong fighting spirit can often make up for the lack of strength.
"Comfortable."
While Lan Xin was thinking wildly, Zhao Yuan swept over like a hurricane, and his whole body was soaked. However, on his face with sweat flowing down his face, there was a hearty feeling.
Looking at Zhao Yuan's cheerful appearance, Lan Xin really couldn't understand that even if she had lived on the grassland for a long time, she would definitely not regard strenuous exercise as a kind of fun.
"Shall we set up camp?" Lan Xin saw Zhao Yuan sitting on the ground.
"Yes, this place is nice. There is water, grass, and rock walls to block the wind and sand."
The two found a cliff to settle down. At this time, Zhao Yuan had no worries and simply summoned the tent wine from the Sumeru Ring, collected some dry grass and dead branches, and lit a bonfire.
After everything was ready, the sky was completely dark and the last light on the horizon disappeared.
The orange-red flame pierced the darkness, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold desert. On the carpet beside the campfire, mountains of fine wine and food were piled up, and the crystal cups reflected a dreamy brilliance under the firelight.
Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan in amazement, this young man was really amazing.
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