On the barren desert, when the wind blows, the sky is filled with yellow sand.
After climbing over several sand dunes, when the dust subsides, you can see a black spot in the distance. Looking further ahead, you can vaguely see a tribal-like gathering place.
Jiang Caizhu, who was a little groggy from the sun, perked up, pointed ahead and shouted happily: "Look, it's a town."
"We saw it. We are not blind, so we don't need you to remind us." Zang Rongrong responded coldly.
The smile on Jiang Caizhu's face froze. She wanted to explode, but she held back.
Guan Ling disappeared for a while, and when he came back he was pushing a wooden cart with only one roller. On it were a pile of old clothes found from nowhere, and some dry pancakes.
"We put on our clothes and disguised ourselves as wild people and sneaked into the deserted town."
"Humph, are they the same as those merchants?" Zang Rongrong said with a frown.
Jiang Caizhu sneered, walked over and rummaged through the clothes on the car, "Some people are so spoiled that they are not willing to wear these dirty clothes. If you don't want to, you can leave."
A strange combination of yin and yang worked.
After Zang Rongrong was silent for a while, like everyone else, he stepped forward and picked up his clothes.
"too big."
Jiang Caizhu unfolded a gown that could almost fit the two of her, and stared at Guan Ling with an unhappy look on her face, "Can't you find some women wearing it?"
"You know what? The clothes worn by the wild people are all unwanted by others. They fit too well and are abnormal."
As he spoke, Guan Ling slapped away the bearded man who picked up a piece of cake and wanted to eat it, and said, "You want this too, these are food sold to the wild people."
"You're really pretending to be a merchant, so aren't you selling too few things?" said a burly man with a thick beard in the team.
Anchang answered on his behalf: "It's enough to sell some cakes. We have too many deserted towns here, but few are built on the desert. Many caravans are unwilling to come, and this is the most remote place."
Guan Ling nodded, "I asked, no caravan has come here for almost a year."
"Who wants to come to this hellish place?" Zang Rongrong, who had already changed his clothes, said with a sneer: "If we come, the evil spirits will not be able to turn to us."
"Not necessarily, the secrets hidden by the evil spirits cannot be discovered by ordinary caravans." Guan Ling shook his head.
"Then how did you find out?" the long-bearded man suddenly asked.
Guan Ling didn't want to answer this question at all, "Let's go and pretend to be decent. The wild people are crazy and hate people who reject the ancient town. Don't be seen through."
Wait for the group to leave.
As soon as the Huangshan boy holding an umbrella strolled on the sand, he disappeared as he walked.
After a while, a bulge appeared on the sand.
The yellow sand slid open to both sides, and a young man covered in dust crawled out of the sand.
It was Chen Qingyan who had been following him all the way.
"This is it, evil spirit."
Chen Qingyan looked at the deserted town in the distance, his eyes shining with light.
In the past five days, he had secretly followed a group of people and had basically figured out their purpose.
It was actually for an evil spirit that was about to take shape.
I want to intensify the evil spirit in advance when the evil god altar is opened, and then get this rare object that can become a monk after being refined.
"That Guan Ling concealed key information, others may be in trouble."
Chen Qingyan did not follow him anymore and started thinking on the spot.
"Is that boy in yellow shirt also planning something evil?"
After thinking about it for a long time, I still haven't figured out the relationship. There is too little information that can be collected, especially the identity of the boy in yellow shirt, which is a complete mystery.
His movements are strange and his behavior is suspicious.
The only thing Chen Qingyan could confirm was that the other party was definitely not a monk.
Otherwise, he should have been discovered long ago.
"The magic pill is still effective for one month, but they will definitely take action in twenty days. At that time, the evil god will be conceived, and the monks gathered at the altar will evacuate the ancient town and send the evil god back to Lin Valley. On this day, it is this land
When the area is most emptied."
Thanks to this group of people, Chen Qingyan learned a lot more about the Fierce God Altar and the whereabouts of the monks.
Chen Qingyan stood there, motionless.
He was hesitating, wondering whether he should be like that group of people, lurking into the deserted town, waiting for the evil spirit to be intensified and the young man in yellow to take action, and then decide whether to snatch it based on the opportunity.
Chen Qingyan is still very confident about his own strength.
But don't be blind because of this.
The young man in yellow shirt was following this group of people just like him. His purpose was unknown, but judging from the attitude of the other party, he was expected to be a confident, even arrogant person.
He is proud that he can fight against and even easily defeat Guan Ling, Zang Rongrong and ten others on his own.
Those were ten outer disciples who had perfected the Gu Yuan Gong.
Chen Qingyan asked himself, feeling that even if he tried his best, it would still take a lot of effort to deal with this group of people. This was based on the premise that he had mastered the extraordinary sword technique.
He thought about the ability of the boy in yellow shirt to hide his whereabouts just now, and realized that the oil-paper umbrella that the boy held up no matter the wind or rain might not be a common thing.
"A magical weapon?...or should I say, a spiritual weapon?"
Chen Qingyan pondered for a moment, then turned around and walked quickly on the way back.
He wasn't sure.
Anyway, there is still time, let’s go back to the ancient town.
During these five days, he suffered a lot from sleeping in the open air.
The desolate weather and terrain were complex and changeable, with wind and rain all the way, sunny and snow all the way. An environment like the desert could no longer surprise him.
It was probably because the opening of the Fierce God Altar really frightened the demons wandering around. In short, he had not encountered any evil spirits at all in the past few days.
I think this situation will continue for about twenty days, until the fierce god in the altar is born.
Those people in Guan Ling are not stupid.
The timing was almost perfect.
If he hadn't been followed by the young man in yellow shirt, and then discovered by him accidentally, I might have had a chance to get an evil figure.
But now that everything has fallen into the eyes of the young man in yellow, regardless of whether he will intervene or not, I am afraid that the end of this group of ten people will not be too good.
It just depends on whether the boy in yellow shirt has the ability to keep them all.
"If I give up... then you must at least help me kill that woman named Zang Rongrong."
Chen Qingyan pulled out the Zhaoxie Knife. The broken knife was full of pits and had almost lost its use value. However, his induction of evil spirits was a function of the knife-making material itself and would not disappear because of the damage of the Zhaoxie Knife.
"Go back and purchase materials immediately."
At this time, Chen Qingyan already had a new idea in his mind, "If you can build the imaginary sword array within fifteen days, come to Huangzhen for a dip in the muddy water. If you can't create it, just stay in Chongyue Ancient Town and forget about this place." matter."
the other side.
The most remote deserted town in the desert welcomes a businessman whom he has not seen for a long time.
When the wild people who were wandering around the town saw it, they rushed forward one after another, and soon the entire caravan was surrounded by water.
boom!
An iron gun hit the ground hard, carving out a small hole in the mud. The eyes of the bearded man holding the gun were so menacing that the wild people panicked and fled.
"Hmph, barbarians are barbarians." The bearded man said contemptuously.
Guan Ling lowered his voice, walked to the front, raised three fingers, and said loudly to the wild people: "One bone money, two cakes."
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