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The northern border of the United Nations of All Races.

"Ha, this is so boring. What are we doing standing here? We can't even see a bird."

A foreign man wearing yellow desert camouflage and holding a high-tech rifle in his hand looked up at the azure sky.

"Oh, stop complaining. At least you can get a salary of one mid-level spirit stone for standing here for a day. This kind of treatment is rarely seen even in the capital."

The colleague standing on the other side said.

Their job is to guard the northern border and prevent the southern barbarians from attacking or sneaking into the territory of the United Nations of All Races.

But in this era, for some reason, the southern barbarians stay in their hometown all day long and don't care about worldly affairs. They don't come out even if they want to. A few years ago, you could still see some of them showing their heads out, but now, even birds can't be seen, and the rifles in their hands are about to become firewood sticks.

"That's right. Our job is boring, but the good thing is that no one cares."

"I usually drink a little wine, smoke cigarettes and fish. It's completely a retirement life."

Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are all done in a tent of less than five square meters.

Not to mention enjoying life, it is more than enough to shelter from wind and rain.

With the two people's cultivation at the third level, their bodies have long been immune to the cold and the heat. The most they require is a piece of rain shelter over their heads.

"Haha, how old are you to have this awareness? What's the matter? Can you avoid taking twenty years of detour?" someone joked.

"Don't blame me. We are the same. If nothing unexpected happens, you are only one year older than me."

The man made a snort and muttered under his breath.

"We are different. I have a wife. Do you have one?"

This sentence successfully hit the wound and achieved a critical hit.

I thought about it for a long time and was about to reply [I stay here all day and only go back once a year, so I'm not afraid of cheating on you], when I suddenly saw another white cloud of medium size with a long tail in the sky flying rapidly in their direction.

There was no mood to insult each other anymore, and the muscle memory of ten years of being a soldier quickly enabled him to open the rifle safety.

Then he pulled the bolt, adjusted the magnification of the scope, put the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, and stared at the clouds in the scope with one eye open.

The gun god slightly changed direction to find the most appropriate time to shoot.

As soldiers guarding the northern border to prevent the smuggling of the southern barbarians, they have 100% freedom to shoot when facing anything suspicious.

They are so domineering. If they are unhappy with you, they will shoot you down.

air.

Yang Lin lay on the somersault cloud with his legs crossed and took a rest.

My earlobes moved and I heard two crisp tinkling sounds.

Glancing sideways, he discovered that bullets had hit the transparent protective shield formed on the outer layer of the Somersault Cloud.

He let out a small breath.

"So weak."

It was so weak that he didn't even bother to do anything. The bullet hitting the protective shield was like a piece of tender tofu hitting a self-healing stone, and the damage caused was almost negligible.

Looking at the endless yellow desert in front of him, he guessed that he had arrived in the northern wilderness.

"This place is really desolate. There are no farmlands or villages as far as the eye can see."

"What do those southern barbarians rely on for food? Air?"

The northern border is a barren land, suitable only for the growth of extremely drought-resistant plants, such as cacti.

Even though he is covered with thorns, sometimes when he is hungry, you can just hold him and chew on him without any hesitation.

While the third realm's physical body is enhanced, its tongue is also very tough. It can be said that it is a human-shaped desert camel.

You can eat the whole desert with your mouth, starting with the cactus.

Yang Lin thought of a joke, but unfortunately no one shared it with him, so he felt lonely.

Flying for a while.

The surroundings are still desert, with sand dunes rising from the flat ground from time to time. Unfortunately, no traces of the southern barbarians were seen.

This made Yang Lin suspicious. Could it be that the southern barbarians traveled at night?

This possibility is not ruled out. Guo Duan stopped flying on a hill, retracted the somersault cloud, scanned the ground and landed.

pong.

My feet landed firmly on the dry ground, and a lot of sand and dust were blown away.

Looking around, the hill is like a small oasis, with many slender trees whose names I cannot tell, and some blue berries whose names I cannot tell.

The weeds on the ground do not grow very densely, perhaps because the land is dry and lacks nutrients.

Under the stone, a small scorpion was twiddling its legs and trying to hide itself in the shadow. At this moment, the scorching sun at noon could easily roast it into a dried crab.

Snap......Snap......

A big foot landed in front of it. The scorpion was in a state of panic. It displayed its powerful poisonous tail and then was killed immediately.

It is a scorpion with backbone, not a stupid scorpion that poisons everyone it sees.

Those are brainless guys.

Yang Lin put his left hands together and placed them across his eyebrows to block the dazzling light. He raised his head 35 degrees and looked at the space in the distance where the air seemed to be deformed by the high temperature, and sighed softly.

"I still know too little about the Nanman tribe. I should have done some research before coming here to understand the habits and distribution of these guys. My actions today were a bit reckless and I must correct them in the future."

I thought of the girl with green hair and green eyes. What a pity. If she were here, she would definitely help me solve many confusing problems.

"This cave is good. It can help me block the sunlight temporarily."

I found a small open-air pavilion, the type that is open on three sides.

Because the environment is extremely hot and the cave is ventilated, there is no odor when sitting cross-legged inside.

that is......

Damn, some ignorant ant crawled into my clothes.

Yang Lin cursed and forced him out with his spiritual energy.

"Let's wait till night first. The temperature is too high during the day and the target may not come out."

After making the decision, he took out a spirit stone and placed it beside him and sat down to practice.

......night......

The hill where the poplar forest is located.

Two foreigners wearing white clothes that covered their mouths and noses to protect against wind and sand landed on it.

They have a pair of black wings behind them, pure white.

There is a pair of black horns on his forehead, brown pupils, and fair skin.

"This time the tribe leader asked us to come to the northern border of the Nanman territory and said that we would not be allowed to return unless we killed fifty of them. Brother, how are you doing there? How many are there?"

A girl spoke first, her voice was clear and her eyes were moving. Even though she was covered by a mask and only half of her face was exposed, it was still possible to tell that she was a beauty.

Her name is Mo Baili, and she is the eldest daughter of the Mo family in Qingzhou.

"Alas, the southern barbarians are hiding in the core area, but the core area is too dangerous. If you rush in without the strength of the fifth realm, it is easy to go there without return. We can only kill some unlucky people who stick out of the outer circle."

The boy did not directly address the girl’s question, and I don’t know if it was intentional or deliberate.

Mo Baili glanced at the man standing next to her.

"Mo Baichuan, don't raise doubts. There are only two of us here. If you have anything to say, don't be embarrassed."