Before he finished speaking, three flying boats appeared in front of everyone.
On each flying boat, there are two Zifu monks and more than ten foundation-building monks.
In terms of apparent strength, Wang Daoyuan's side really doesn't have an advantage.
On the first flying boat stood a tall man from the middle period of the Zifu with a yellow beard and yellow hair.
He sneered at Wang Daoyuan and others, revealing two extremely long canine teeth.
This person should be a half-demon, but he doesn't have much demon blood. Apart from hair and canine teeth, he doesn't have any other demon characteristics.
He looked at Wang Daoyuan and said with a smile: "Boy, not everyone is qualified to join Feisha Sanren.
I want you to join because I think highly of you, so don’t drink as a penalty if you don’t drink the toast."
Wang Daoyuan said disdainfully: "I have always liked freedom. If the elders of the sects are not willing to take up the post, how can they serve a Zifu?
If you have anything to say, just say it. After that, we still have to go on our way?"
The yellow-haired monk sneered: "It's interesting, he is a talented monk from outside.
I will first complete the mission assigned to me by Feisha Sanren, and then I will kill your pride."
After speaking, he waved his hand and three flying boats surrounded everyone.
He looked at Xue Chan and asked Xue Ling: "Old man named Xue, our leader, Feisha Sanren, wants to marry a human female cultivator. I think your daughter is good."
It's a great thing for Miss Xue Chan to marry our big boss.
It’s better for the girl’s family to marry someone. How many people in Mingsha Plain can compare with our big boss?”
This was a robbery, Wang Daoyuan found it a bit strange.
I have only dealt with red-bearded bandits before, and I have seen them robbing property, but I have never seen someone robbing a bride.
However, there are very few ordinary human women in Mingshayuan, and even fewer female monks.
Fei Sha Sanren is also a very particular person. He married a half-demon woman and his offspring were of demon blood. Although they lived longer, their cultivation speed was very slow and their understanding was not very good.
In a place like Mingshayuan where survival is difficult, there is not much time to grow.
Without strength, survival will be a problem, and no matter how long your life span is, it will be of no value.
Moreover, once the descendants have demon blood, it will be difficult for generations to get rid of its influence.
Unless the bloodline of this demonic beast is a high-level demonic beast or even a divine beast, the cultivation speed of the half-demon descendants will be minimally affected, but their lifespan will be greatly extended.
But such a half-demon woman would even be tempted by a Golden Core cultivator, so how could she fall into the hands of Fei Sha Pirates?
Xue Ling took out a storage bag and said, "Fellow Taoist, my daughter is still young and has no intention of getting married yet.
I ask you fellow Taoist to show your noble hand. This is a little thought from an old man, and I hope you, fellow Taoist, will accept it."
The yellow-haired monk didn't even look at the storage bag in Xue Ling's hand: "Are you deaf, old man? Who wants your things?
What our boss wants is your daughter, so either we can marry her honestly, or we can only use force.
By then, except for your daughter and this swordsman, no one present will be able to survive."
After saying that, the six Zifu monks took out their magic weapons and prepared to take action.
Xue Chan protected a peak foundation-building monk behind her, with a bitter look on her face, and tears welling up in her eyes.
This look of pear blossoms with rain makes a man feel distressed just looking at it.
Chu Cheng and Wu Xiao are both young, only over a hundred years old.
Among the monks in Zifu, they are all young and vigorous young men. How can they endure this?
Moreover, judging from the expressions on the faces of these two people, they are both interested in Xue Chan.
Upon hearing the yellow-haired monk's words, Chu Cheng immediately shouted angrily: "If you dare to touch a few of us, I'm afraid the flying sand thieves will leave no one behind."
Wu Xiao said disdainfully: "If you really try your best, you six may not be able to leave alive."
The spells they used when fighting the yellow python should be inherited from the royal families of Wu and Chu.
Just looking at their strength, they shouldn't be direct descendants.
But as a royal family, arrogance is still indispensable.
Judging from the tone of their words, these two guys still have some status in their respective countries. They are at least the sons of one of the princes.
Moreover, Wu Xiao's words meant that he still had some big killer weapon hidden in him.
The yellow-haired monk also had a bit of surprise on his face. It was not worth risking his life just to get a wife for the big boss.
These two guys are obviously body-refining monks with outside experience. Most of these people are ruthless characters with backgrounds and powerful weapons.
If we provoke them, the Flying Sand Bandits will really be in danger.
But just being scared away by others with a few words, I will not be able to gain a foothold among the flying sand thieves in the future.
He thought for a while and said with a smile: "It seems that these two body-refining monks have backings.
It’s just that you want us to retreat with just one word, who do you think we are?”
Xue Ling was also a seasoned veteran who had been involved in the world of immortality for hundreds of years, so he naturally noticed that the yellow-haired monk's attitude had softened a bit.
He took out another storage bag and said with a smile: "You have a lot, don't wait for me to have ordinary knowledge.
I still have some savings here, and I am willing to dedicate them all to you. Please show me your noble hand."
Brother Huang Mao was struggling in his heart. He could either take the money and leave, but it would be a bit embarrassing and his future status would also be affected.
Either you try your best to capture the opponent, and your men will suffer heavy casualties.
If it succeeds, everyone will be happy.
If you can't beat the opponent, you can beat him with flying eggs, and the boss won't be able to spare you.
He wavered repeatedly between the two choices, glanced at Wang Daoyuan, and had a plan in his mind.
He smiled and said: "Old man Xue, you can let go of your daughter's affairs today. We will prepare generous gifts to welcome you tomorrow, but I want to take this sword cultivator away."
This plan is indeed a good one. It can recruit a sword cultivator for the Flying Sand Pirates. Not only will his status not decline, but it will become more stable.
The expressions on the faces of the four people changed a bit. Wang Daoyuan had just joined the team and had no feelings for everyone.
It is not impossible to abandon a teammate if you can escape unscathed.
Besides, Wang Daoyuan did not die in the past, but became a member of the Flying Sand Bandits.
Seeing the change in the four people's attitudes, the yellow-haired monk showed joy and said with a smile: "That sword cultivator boy, they are not willing to fight for you.
You won't suffer any loss if you join us. Our leader also married several half-demon women and gave birth to several daughters.
As long as you join, it won't be a problem to become the big boss's door-to-door son-in-law.
When the time comes, among the flying sand thieves, you will be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
With a son-in-law and half a son, it is not impossible for you to become a big boss after a hundred years."
Wang Daoyuan looked at the changes in the four of them and sneered: "If I am willing to marry a wife, it is not a problem to be the direct descendant of Jin Dan.
I'm just a gangster den, but you want to keep me?"
After hearing this, Monk Huangmao said angrily: "Friend Taoist, you have such a arrogant tone and look down on us Feisha Bandits.
I want to see what you are capable of and dare to be so arrogant."
Wang Daoyuan smiled contemptuously, held the Tiansha Juesheng Sword with both hands, and released the white tiger sword intent and white tiger charm, really like the arrival of a white tiger beast.
Everyone was frightened by the power of the white tiger. Wang Daoyuan said disdainfully: "With your strength, if I want to kill you within ten miles, you will not survive more than two breaths.
Even if the flying sand scattered people come, I can escape unscathed.
Huang Mao, do you dare to take a gamble?"
When the yellow-haired monk heard Wang Daoyuan calling him Huangmao, he was furious.
Veins popped out on his forehead, and his hands clenched into fists, making a clicking sound.
He raised his right hand, and everyone took out their magical weapons. As soon as he gave the order, they immediately took action and besieged Wang Daoyuan.
Unexpectedly, he waved his hand back and shouted: "Retreat!"
Everyone in Feisha Pirates was stunned. If you want to retreat, just say so. Why are you pretending to take action?
Especially the several Zifu monks looked at the yellow-haired monk with unkind expressions.
I have taken out all my natal magical weapons. You tell me to retreat?
It felt like I hit the cotton with all my strength, and it even hit my waist.