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The young man over there raised his knife and took a step back, his tone unchanged: "You lost." Dan Battle gasped and looked at him in surprise, his eyes full of incredulity.

Dawa also happily stated: "Child, you are very good, you have proved your strength as a swordsman. Go and sit at the back of the carriage, we're running out for a lot of time. ”

"No," said Danbaatle, facing Dawa and hammering his fist on his shoulder, as a matter of shepherd etiquette, "I lose, give the horse to him." So saying, he picked up his knife and ran quickly to the carriage.

"Okay, the horse is yours." Dawa tossed Danbaatle's reins to the boy, "Tell me, your name, Swordsman. ”

"Haruna." The boy put away his knife and turned over on his horse.

"Haruina?" Mo Zhiyu looked over and was a little surprised, because this name means "beautiful cloud" in the ancient shepherd language, and is mostly used as a female name. From head to toe and to name, this young swordsman is "incredible".

"This person really doesn't have Yuan Li?" Again, he confirmed to the system.

"No Yuan Force fluctuations were detected." The mechanical sound of the system cannot be doubted. "Phew, bah, bah." Mo Zhiyu spat out the sand that flew into his mouth, pulled up his coarse linen scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and then continued to pull the wind-blown tent with his companions, and then nailed it to the sand with an iron nail.

This is the tenth day of going deep into the desert, and it has been more than a month since the day of departure from the foot of Tianjian Mountain. There was no green in sight, not even yellow wilted plants, but he knew that the adventure had just begun.

Finally set up the tent, Mo Zhiyu sat directly on the sand to rest, untied the kettle from his waist and groaned lightly to moisten his lips.

At this moment, there was a commotion not far away, and he looked over curiously, and happened to see a tall Donglu man roaring at a short swordsman. It's Peng Zhixiong who is making trouble again, this time the object of the trouble, Ha Ruina. After getting along in the past few days, Mo Zhiyu knows that Peng Zhixiong is a domineering guy, and it is strange to say that Yang Zhuoxi behaves so approachable, and often appeases the swordsmen, but he indulges his younger brother like this, doesn't he waste all the work of appeasement?

There was already a quarrel over there, of course, it was mainly Peng Zhixiong who was arguing, and when he saw him, he roared at Ha Ruina: "Are you Western Continent barbarians deaf?" Told you to go and get water, can't you hear? ”

Su Rena was still wearing the Western Continent hot style, wearing a felt hat, covering her mouth and nose around her neck, and she couldn't see his expression clearly. He didn't speak, but his hand was already on the hilt of the knife behind his waist. It's like him, he doesn't speak much, but he can use a knife. There were also a few swordsmen who wanted to avenge Danbatel before, but they all failed miserably, but this time the situation was different, and there was a Yuanli monk on the other side.

Mo Zhiyu also tried to contact this person, but his personality was relatively withdrawn, and he invited others to guard the supplies day and night, and lived alone in the tent where the supplies were put at night, and followed the camel cart that dragged the supplies during the day, so he was not very close to people. But since they are also compatriots, they can't be bullied by others

Peng Zhixiong was always arrogant, and snorted coldly: "Want to do it? See if you have this life? As he spoke, he clenched his fists.

At this tense moment, a deep voice suddenly interjected: "Guest from Donglu, what's the matter?" A sturdy middle-aged man walked in, and it was Dawa, who had a longer beard than before in the past month, but his smile still gave people a sense of intimacy.

Harina glanced at Dawa and stepped back at the signal of Dawa's eyes. Peng Zhixiong's anger was naturally directed towards Dawa, and he said arrogantly: "We had an agreement at the beginning, we are responsible for giving money, and you will provide all the food on the way!" How? You Xilu people don't keep their promises like this, and you don't admit it when you take the money? ”

Dawa's face did not change, and he only said slowly: "Immortal Heaven is above, and the promise that we shepherds should make will definitely be fulfilled." But I also made it clear at the beginning that water is scarce in the desert, and all resources must obey my dispatch after entering the desert. But now that it's only been five days, you've already consumed a fifth of your water storage, and we have to be more economical for the rest of your trip. Otherwise, the only way to do this is to ask the young heroes of Heavenly Sword Mountain to give them a water storage talisman. ”

"Take Heavenly Sword Mountain to press me?" Peng Zhixiong squinted slightly, his expression became more and more disdainful, "Hmph, you stinky barbarians really deserve to be the dogs raised by Tianjian Mountain!" ”

At this time, there were already a number of swordsmen around, and when they heard this, they immediately shouted angrily in the language of the shepherd. Dawa raised his hand to stop them, but his expression also became serious, and there was a sharp edge hidden in his eyes, which is the anger of a person who licks blood from the knife all year round.

His tone was still soft: "Guests of the Eastern Continent, please pay attention to your words, although my brothers and I are employed by you, we are not your slaves, you have challenged the dignity of our samurai like this, I think it is necessary to renegotiate this contract with your leader!" ”

"Samurai, you are also worthy?" Peng Zhixiong proudly glanced at the surrounding swordsmen, a slight fluctuation came from the acupoints around his body, and his fingers were clenched with a "click" sound, "Only those who have condensed the 'Yuan Power' can be called a martial artist, and the others are just wastes from the Condensation Yuan Period." This is the exposed performance of the full Yuan Force, directly revealing the strength of the late stage of the Yuan Realm, "Do you think we really need you?" It's just that a few dogs are missing to lead the way......"

His arrogant look suddenly became alarmed, he stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and then spread out his hand, and in his palm was a yellow paper talisman wrapped in stones.

Peng Zhixiong was stunned: "Water storage charm? ”

"Yes, we are indeed wastes who have not condensed the Yuan Force, how dare we provoke Mr. Peng, the starlight can't compete with the sun, please laugh at the little water storage charm." As a childish voice sounded, a young man with a bright smile slowly walked out from behind the crowd.

Of course, Peng Zhixiong recognized Mo Zhiyu, and when he heard him say this, he re-grasped the water storage talisman and smiled slightly, although he was still arrogant, he had already restrained a lot: "It turned out to be Little Master Mo, polite." A handsome man like the little grandfather is naturally promising, how can he be compared with these ordinary people. After a day of traveling, I went to rest first. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and left. Cunning flashed in Mo Zhiyu's eyes, and he pretended to be surprised and shouted: "Mr. Peng just left? ”

Peng Zhixiong's just stepped foot stopped abruptly and looked at Mo Zhiyu in puzzlement. Mo Zhiyu's face was full of disappointment that "the great god girl who has been friends for a long time is a big man who picks her feet when she meets": "Mr. Peng, a decent high-level martial artist, does he want to take it away for nothing?" Is this how to treat a weak teenager like me? ”

Peng Zhixiong frowned, immediately understood, and said in a threatening tone, "What do you want?" ”

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