The yellow sand is endless, and the sky seems to turn yellow at first glance.

The scorching sun is so hot for ordinary people that people want to get into the ice, but for Zhang Bairen, the scorching sun is still nutritious, ice cream in summer and a fire in winter.

Every inch of skin and pores on my body are cheering, feeling the smell of vision.

Zhang Bairen was lying on the roof of the car, and Nalan Jing sat in the car: "The little woman felt that the sir needed a guide, and the excavation of the ancient Loulan Kingdom also needed help."

"So what?" Zhang Bairen said.

"The little woman is very willing to help the young gentleman with help." Nalan Jing hid in the carriage and practiced silently.

"Yes! But there are many crises here, so you don't need to bring ordinary people from your Nalan family. There will naturally be coolies coming to you later." Zhang Bairen lay in the carriage, facing the scorching sun in the sky, and even opened his eyes wide, as if he was not afraid of the scorching sun.

"Where is the coolie who will come to him on his own initiative?" Nalan Jing was stunned.

Zhang Bairen was lying in the carriage. He was not blind, so he naturally saw the smoke and dust rolled up in the distance.

Monk Faming showed his head in the carriage far away: "Everyone, there are sand bandits here, everyone, get ready quickly."

"Sand bandit?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and their minds were instantly raised, but they were not too worried. Everyone had walked this route for more than ten years, and most of the bandits had met and greeted each other, so they were not very worried.

The group stopped in the distance, looked at the caravan from afar, and did not rush over, but fell from behind.

"Miss, something seems to be wrong." Tiejun came to the carriage.

"What's wrong?" Nalan Jing sat in the carriage and played with the jade string.

"This group of sand bandits should not be known to us. In the past, if any sand bandits see us, we will come directly to ask for a price, but this group of people are hanging from behind, obviously following us! We must be vigilant so that we will not be caught off guard," Tie Jun whispered.

Nalan Jing's brows slightly raised when she heard this: "Just as the leader of the Iron said, things are settled!"

When Tiejun heard this, he was not polite and went down to greet him directly.

"Sir, you are really troublesome!" Nalan Jing chuckled.

Zhang Bairen sat at the top of the carriage and looked at the dozen followers in the distance: "Miss, this robber doesn't seem to be coming for me."

"It's not for you, is it still for the caravan?" Nalan Jing rolled her eyes while sitting in the car.

"This is really not accurate. If it were to come to me, all those who came must be masters. They had already rushed over and there was no one to follow me." Zhang Bairen was full of pride in his words: "The people who want to kill me are masters, and vulgar people have no chance."

After hearing Zhang Bairen's words, the eldest lady's face suddenly sank. Things were beyond her expectations. She and her group were targeted as soon as they entered the desert, so the other party must have come prepared.

"Okay, no matter who comes for you, just leave this bandit to me. Since I am riding in a caravan, I can't eat and drink for nothing. It's okay to put some effort into you! And I just don't have the coolies to dig out the remains!" Zhang Bairen lay on the roof and spoke.

"Then I'll have a hard time," said the eldest lady.

Walking in the desert is a skill. In ancient times, merchants often rested during the day and started rushing to take advantage of the cool weather at night.

And if you have the Big Dipper at night, you won’t lose your way.

However, the Nalan family's convoy had just entered the desert, so naturally he didn't need to save his energy like this.

After walking for a day, everyone continued to rush to the road at night. It was not until the second day that the Nalan family caravan stopped and started to bury the pot to make rice.

Some people calculate the underground river, digging out wet sand and extracting water flow, while others camp and feeding horses and camels.

Zhang Bairen lay on the desert land like this, watching the sun rise eastward, constantly devouring the power of the sun between heaven and earth.

Monk Faming sat next to Zhang Bairen, looking at the bright white python lingering between Zhang Bairen's mouth and nose, and couldn't help but feel frightened.

"boom!"

The smoke and dust rolled, the horse's hooves roared, and the dust rolled up. A group of hundreds of people rushed towards the caravan.

"Beware" Tie Jun shouted.

Zhang Bairen swallowed the giant python between his mouth and nose, jumped up, took out the rope of trapped immortals in his hand, stepped on the sand and dust without leaving any trace, and turned into a shadow and faced the horse thieves team.

"Kill!" Zhang Bairen's long whip covered dozens of feet in his hand, and waves of howling rose, like thunder in the dry land, and the sound explosion continued to sound.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The long whip fell, and there were continuous thunder sounds. When the sand bandits on the horse ran into it, their sternum collapsed and flew backwards.

"kill!"

When the sand bandit saw Zhang Bairen's every move, they were not afraid, but became even more crazy and rushed towards Zhang Bairen like crazy.

"A group of ants who have not even achieved great success." A trace of contempt flashed in Zhang Bairen's eyes. Under the sword intent, a large demonic aura of jellyfish in his sleeve scattered out. All the horses collapsed to the ground as they approached Zhang Bairen.

The trapped immortal rope has dragon power, but there are many people here, Zhang Bairen doesn't want to expose it. He is sure that in places where he can't see, there must be spies from major families watching their every move in secret.

It was said before that the sand bandits came for the Nalan family caravan, but even more for Zhang Bairen. There must be major forces behind their backs and trying to test their strength.

"It's interesting! If you want to see it, I'll show it to you! If the sun god doesn't come out, that can compete with me!" Zhang Bairen's eyes were filled with sword intent, and the rope of trapped the immortal trap was instantly put away, and the long sword on his waist was unsheathed, as if a shocking ray illuminated the entire desert.

The essence of sword intent soared into the sky, and more than a dozen miles of birds and beasts were frightened, and the country in the underground desert suddenly became quiet.

Blood slowly flows in the yellow sand.

This was the first time Nalan Jing saw Zhang Bairen take action. She was quick and light at the age of a young man, and she swept across the throats of the sand bandits with expressionless expression. Because the sword light was too fast, no blood was shot out after the sword was drawn out.

It is hard to imagine a boy who is six or seven years old killing a chicken like he is killing people like he is harvesting grass. The Zhuxian Sword behind him is shaking, cheering and thrilling, and his soul is absorbed by him. If it weren't for the many people here, Zhang Bairen would have absorbed these people's life potential together.

Zhang Bairen's expression remained unchanged and he was unmoved. This was not the first time that Monk Faming saw Zhang Bairen take action, but this was the first time he had seen such killing like cutting leeks.

"The sword is a bit off, and this kid has fallen into the left path. He has no hope in this life to return the jade liquid to the elixir. What's the use of even if the combat power is strong? Isn't it a piece of loess in decades? This kid is useless!" Monk Faming said to himself.

Not only Monk Faming, but also the spies from major families who were watching secretly also sneered, with sarcastic eyes: "The wild path is the wild path, the sword is a strange path, the path of immortality has been broken, and there is no hope for this life to return the jade liquid to the elixir. Even if it is a powerful force in the world for a hundred years, so what?"

"kill!"

Zhang Bairen was wearing a coarse linen, rolling up gusts of wind and sand, and his face was expressionless, as if he was not killing people, but harvesting wheat. He brushed his throat again and again. Looking at the blood-red thread spreading, Zhang Bairen's mouth slightly raised, which was extremely evil.

At this moment, suddenly Zhang Bairen felt the sand under his feet tremble, and the quicksand rolled in to suck him in.

"God!" Zhang Bairen's pupils contracted sharply, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shot into the quicksand accompanied by the Zhuxian sword energy.

A sword fell and the god retreated.

"This god is too incompetent." Zhang Bairen smiled disdainfully, waved the long sword in his hand, and snatched at the horse thief again.

It is not that the gods are incompetent, but that the Zhuxian sword energy is too sharp. Any unprepared god will suffer a great loss when facing the Zhuxian sword energy. For example, Li Bing of the Li family, Li Bing is a righteous god, and his cultivation is not weaker than that of the Yang God, but isn’t he helpless in the Zhuxian sword energy?

After falling down, the yellow sand turned blood red. After leaving more than eighty corpses, the sand bandit finally collapsed and could not withstand the pressure and ran around with a roar.

"I want to run away? Can I escape?" Zhang Bairen's fingertips flew out a little bit of fragrance and landed on the sand bandits.

At this time, the bandit collapsed and cried to the sky, only to regret that their parents gave themselves less legs.

"A group of waste" Zhang Bairen blasted the long sword, restrained the sword light, returned to the sheath, and walked towards the convoy without any dust staining.

Looking at Zhang Bairen who was walking towards him, the caravan was forced by murderous intent for a moment and could not speak.
Chapter completed!