The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The teasing tone revealed a bit of nonchalance. Along with the unique roar of the engine of the horse-like mounts, a group of masked men dressed in the style of desert nomads, as if they had dreamed of ancient Loulan, swarmed into the Qili Cave.

Most of these uninvited guests only showed a pair of fierce eyes and did not dare to show their true faces to the world.

One of the masked men had a smile in his eyes. He was carrying a scimitar that was wider than himself and walked to the front of the crowd with a smile.

The corner of Huyan Ming's eyes twitched slightly. He racked his brains to come up with a cruel remark, but it was interrupted by someone who said bluntly that he wanted to kill these people.

——Desert bandits?

Kuang Langsheng frowned slightly, feeling skeptical about the bandits who came to him with such a strong momentum.

Could it be that these colleagues have found the wrong person?

The wild thoughts arise in my mind.

Not to mention that there are three well-known masters here, and Mr. Mu Youli is the best among masters.

Which force is so desperate that it wants to be slaughtered?

Just as the masked man raised his head proudly, ready to challenge before the battle.

The previous roar sounded again, and a silver sand horse came galloping towards them, raising a large cloud of dust.

After the masked man said "Oh shit", his eyes widened in fear and he dodged in panic, but he was still hit by the galloping sand horse and flew out like a cannonball.

It fell all the way into the residential area, collapsing many buildings.

The broad scimitar also flew into the air, spun down, and pierced the ground. The shiny blade reflected the cool and handsome shadow on the sand horse.

"Ouch... Boss, please be careful..."

"My bones are almost broken..."

The masked man walked out of the ruins, rubbing his lower back. He looked disheveled, but actually he was unharmed.

Kuang Langsheng released a breath of air to sense the other party's strength. He didn't know until he saw it, and he was shocked.

This person is actually a cultivator in the Kaihai realm!

Not only that, the desert bandits who surrounded this place are all powerful practitioners!

Afterwards, Kuang Langsheng shifted his gaze and looked with some fear at the figure sitting on the sand horse, shaking her fluffy long hair blown by the wind, and slowly raising her sunglasses.

Mortal? No, it shouldn't be like this!

Kuang Langsheng’s eyes became more and more serious.

This person's cultivation level is either much higher than his, or he carries a treasure that can block out auras!

What on earth do these guys want to do...

"Where does all this nonsense come from!"

The woman called "Head" by the masked man has a heroic air between her eyebrows. Her tall figure and outstanding appearance can be ranked among the upper class even in the Baihua Palace, which is famous for its beautiful women.

Moreover, she was the only bandit at the scene who did not hide her true identity at all!

"I just said one sentence!"

"Still talking?"

"Okay, you're the boss, whatever you say goes..."

The masked man muttered humbly.

He turned and walked to the scimitar. It didn't seem like he was using much effort. He pulled out the huge scimitar casually and carried it on his shoulder.

Xi Zhaozhao calmly scanned the people present, finally looking at the leader of the desert bandits, the woman riding the sand horse, and frowned, "What do you want to do?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhu Ying."

Although Zhu Ying was a woman, her demeanor was even more manly than any man's. She came up and introduced herself boldly. She pointed her right thumb at herself, a wicked smile on her lips, and said confidently, "You may not know me, but you must have heard of the Silver Wolf going to war, the Silver Wolf of the barren desert! That's right! I am..."

"have you heard of it?"

"What did you hear? Desert Silver Wolf? Never heard of it..."

"Wait!"

Seeing that Xi Zhaozhao and his group were about to turn around, Zhu Ying hurriedly called out to them. After attracting Xi Zhaozhao and the others' attention again, Zhu Ying coughed twice and pretended to be calm, "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of me, but you..."

She showed a condescending expression, "The Demon from the Western Region, Young Master Chen, and that... who?"

"Forget it, it's not important. I know everything about you!"

"Tsk!"

Hu Yanming clenched his fists, veins popping out on his face. "This guy is really here to pick a fight!"

"Every country has its own laws, every industry has its own rules. You are a reckless person, and you know what you have done."

Zhu Ying actually knew Hu Yanming's identity as a thunder body, but she didn't take it to heart.

She tilted her head, raised two fingers, and continued, "There's no point in saying more. I'll give you two choices. One is to come with us honestly, and perhaps you'll avoid some physical pain. Two... As the number one expert in Mobei, it would be humiliating to be tied up and thrown in front of your employer like a prostitute."

——Le Se?

Isn't this a dialect from the Central Plains?

Xi Zhaozhao secretly kept this in mind. In her memory, she often heard the word "lese" on the way to the Central Plains to visit her uncle with Yan Xixi several times.

For this reason, Xi Zhaozhao was curious and asked Yan Xixi what it meant. Her good sister told her that "lese" actually means "garbage" in their Central Plains, and it's just the difference in the weight of the accent.

Did the leader of the desert bandits come from the Central Plains?

"Do you think you have me in your grasp?"

Kuang Langsheng put down the package and walked towards Zhu Ying calmly, "Did the Black Demon Hall send you?"

"Don't worry about who sent you here. Just come back with me and report back."

Zhu Ying crossed his arms in front of him, sizing up the oncoming Kuang Langsheng, and curled his lips in disdain: "Oh, I thought the famous Western Region Demon had three heads and six arms. It's true that seeing is believing..."

"The demon from the Western Regions is nothing special."

Xi Zhaozhao guessed correctly, Zhu Ying was indeed not from the Western Heaven Region, she was from the Central Plains... the prosperous Central Plains!

Let’s put it this way, Zhu Ying had seen many geniuses like Kuang Langsheng, but all of these geniuses had to respectfully call her “Senior Sister Ying”.

Even the Tribulation Thunder Body of the Mingshen Sect was not worthy of Zhu Ying's attention. A treacherous demon from the Western Regions?

It's just a joke that's not worth mentioning~

"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore!!!"

Huyan Ming's arms were clamped by Hua Jingchen, who had a wry smile on his face, and his legs kicked wildly.

He looked as if he was ready to fight Zhu Ying to the death.

"Hey, hey, calm down."

Hua Jingchen whispered, "Be patient, the other party is not as simple as you think."

"Calm down shit!"

Hu Yanming became even more furious, howling and barking, "I've been fed up with these guys for a long time. Let go, or I'll blast them all into dust without using lightning!"

Regardless of whether Zhu Ying takes Hu Yanming seriously or not, the old man said that no one should mess with the madman from Mingshen Sect.