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

"I, I... don't know..."

When saying this, Hu Yanming seemed to have used up all his strength, with his head drooping and his face looking decadent.

It took Hu Yanming thirty years to start practicing, twenty of which were spent in a small dark room. For the other ten years, Hu Yanming tried countless times to integrate into the group, but the disciples made fun of his height and questioned the level of his Thunder Body.

Even now, having achieved some success, with the Du'e Thunder Body in front of him, his once-in-a-century Thunder Body seemed mediocre.

But he was the one who was discovered first...

The Tribulation Thunder Body is not as weak as imagined, and the Suffering Thunder Body is not as strong as it sounds.

The strong one is not Du'e Thunder Body, but Lei Haotian.

The weak ones are not the Thunder Body...

But it was Hu Yanming who was too persistent.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

As someone who had experienced this, Xi Zhaozhao bent her forearm and gave a word of encouragement.

To be honest, Hu Yanming gave Xi Zhaozhao the impression that he was not as capable of standing on his own as Kuang Langsheng, nor did he have the overall view like Hua Jingchen.

Coming from the Mingshen Sect, which is known for its "madmen", it is inevitable that he is a bit reckless and looks down on others.

But Xi Zhaozhao inexplicably felt that Hu Yanming, who always made noises like a lively squirrel, looked a little cute.

It may also be that Xi Zhaozhao had an illusion because of Hu Yanming's superficial impression, but overall, it's not too bad...but of course it's not much better either.

Especially that old-fashioned look and such poor acting skills that anyone could see, but Huyan Ming didn't care and was completely immersed in it.

When Xi Zhaozhao was cheering Hu Yanming up, Lao Ba was leaning against the wall behind them with his arms folded across his chest.

Listening to the conversation between the two people behind him, Lao Ba had a relieved smile on his face. After a while, he smiled and shook his head, and left here silently.

A slightly older kid comforts another kid who looks like a kid on the outside but is actually a kid at heart... Knowing how to use what you have learned to enlighten others, regardless of the outcome, having such a sense of responsibility that begins with taking responsibility is also a form of growth.

The sandstorm outside was howling, like a pack of wolves roaring.

The deserted Qiliku seemed particularly deserted in the past few days, but during the two days when the sandstorm swept through, Lao Ba and his friends had a few new neighbors who took over their place.

That's right! The desert bandits, led by Zhu Ying, also chose to stay, having been forced to do so.

Otherwise, Zhu Ying would be eager to go back and divide the 800,000 yuan deposit he earned.

With these 800,000 high-level spirit stones, it doesn’t matter if you can’t get the subsequent big payout.

Anyway, they don’t lose anything.

As for money, no matter how much you earn, you have to be alive to spend it.

Besides, Zhu Ying had already promised her father that after completing this last job, she would retire and return to Juntian Peak to continue being her "Senior Sister Ying". She should calm down, kowtow to the avenue, and strive to break through to the Huaqiao realm as soon as possible.

As for the Desert Silver Wolf...

That's a thing of the past!

She, Zhu Ying... no, He Ying! One day, she would ascend to the other side, join the ranks of those with great magical powers, and become one of the world's admired prodigies of the Five Realms!

Just as He Ying, the only daughter of the master of Juntian Peak, was intoxicated in the fantasy of an infinitely beautiful future.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door...

"Who?"

There was no response from outside, but the knock on the door sounded again.

He Ying frowned slightly. The younger brothers she recruited all knew her temper and should not be disturbed unless necessary.

It's so late and the sandstorm hasn't passed yet. Who is so blind as to turn a deaf ear to what she said?

"Xiaoxuan, is that you?"

He Ying called out softly.

Xiaoxuan was the masked man who had reached the Kaihai realm. Like He Ying, he was also from the Central Plains. His real name was Fu Zixuan. He was younger than He Ying. His real identity was the adopted son of the master of Juntian Peak.

The leader of Juntian Peak was worried about He Ying, so he arranged for Fu Zixuan to act as a spy and look after He Ying.

However, as the saying goes, "He who keeps company with vermilion becomes redder, and as the saying goes, "He who keeps company with ink becomes blacker."

Even though Fu Zixuan had extraordinary talents and aptitudes, after following He Ying, Fu Zixuan not only failed to take care of her, but on the contrary was partially influenced by He Ying, turned into a bandit, killed innocent people, and did many bad things.

Seeing that there was still no response from outside the house, but the knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, He Ying realized that the person coming was not a good person, and immediately raised his vigilance to the highest level and treated it with caution.

A chill gradually appeared in her eyes, and she stared at the violently shaking door without blinking.

He still has a lot of cards left, and the only thing outside the house is not particularly strong. Even if He Ying is defeated, he is confident that he can escape safely.

Clang, clang, clang... BANG!!!

The door collapsed in an instant, and the surrounding darkness suddenly brightened. When He Ying saw Du Qing standing under the door, his pupils shocked. Without thinking, he turned around and ran.

However, when the two shadows under my feet overlapped, it was already too late...

Three days later.

Unexpectedly, the sandstorm that was thought to last for half a month came and went quickly.

The moment the door was opened, the dazzling light made it almost impossible for Xi Zhaozhao to open her eyes.

Yesterday it was still a dark scene, but today, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but not a single flower smiled at Xi Zhaozhao, as all were withered by the scorching sun.

The weather in the desert is really depressing. It is so hot during the day that your vision is blurred, and it is so cold at night that your head is confused.

Although it snows all year round in Xuexiang, the temperature fluctuates within a suitable range all year round. It is not hot, but it is not too cold either. If you take proper warming measures, even people who live in poverty can survive the cold winter safely.

"Finally I can go back~"

Hua Jingchen walked out of the blacksmith shop, hunched over. He waved his hand to disperse the dust in the air and said with a smile, "Zhao Zhao, thank you for your hospitality these past few days."

Hua Jingchen and Hu Yanming spent the three days when the sandstorm came in the blacksmith shop.

The beds and meals were also prepared by Xi Zhaozhao.

Although it doesn’t matter whether you have these things or not, they are a token of my appreciation after all, so I still have to express my gratitude sincerely.

"It's a small effort, nothing worth mentioning."

Xi Zhaozhao waved generously.

Then she tilted her head to look inside. After Hua Jingchen, Lao Ba, who looked calm, and Hu Yanming, who had just woken up and looked refreshed, walked out together.

"Didn't Kuang Langsheng come back last night?"

Xi Zhaozhao asked.

"The sandstorm lasted until midnight and then slowly subsided. Kuang Langsheng didn't get too far and should be on his way back now... Do you want to wait for him?"

After saying that, Hua Jingchen noticed with his sharp eyes that the desert bandits who were also taking a rest in Qili Cave to avoid the sandstorm, swarmed over, just like when they first met.

But the slightly different thing was that even though they were frightened by Lao Ba, these desert bandits still couldn't understand the situation and relied on their large numbers to surround them.

But if you look closely, you can easily find that there is no fear in the eyes of the Mo bandits, and some...

Just the ruthlessness of wanting to kill someone! Furthermore, there was a heavy feeling in the atmosphere.