"Brother Ye is right." Hong Yi nodded in agreement.

On the Shazhou Ancient Road.

Ye Zheng looked around, and wherever he looked, there was only yellow sand, and along the way there were desolate sand hills.

The sand hills are covered with cold-resistant thorns, shrubs, tall cacti, prickly pear cacti, and cactus trees, as well as things in the woods among the short shrubs, adding infinite vitality and mystery to the originally dead desert.

"This sandbar is quite desolate." Ye Zheng felt a little impatient as he saw the same color everywhere.

"Haha, Brother Ye, you'll get used to it. Why don't you stop and eat something first?" Hong Yi smiled and said to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng thought about it and didn't object, so everyone stopped and rested.

"Brother Ye, what do you think of the strength of the Pope of the Jingyuan Temple?" Hong Yi suddenly came to Ye Zheng's side and glanced at Ye Zheng.

"This, I haven't seen it yet, so I can't be sure, but it shouldn't be too simple." Ye Zheng thought about it. He only remembered the general plot, how could he know everything.

Yan Kai, Shiliulang and other assassins on the side took out sandalwood boxes. In the middle of the boxes were pills that exuded fragrance. Each pill was the size of a longan and pure white in color.

Yan Kai came to Ye Zheng holding a box and said, "Mr. Ye, why not try my Baishoucao Huandan from the Cidao League."

"The elixir of longevity grass can sustain a person for seven days without food. I'm afraid it is to cooperate with the assassination technique of your Assassination Alliance." Ye Zheng did not take the elixir of longevity grass, but spoke lightly.

"Haha, this elixir of life grass is much better than that dry sesame cake." Yan Kai smiled with a hint of pride on his face.

Ye Zheng did not say anything. As soon as he thought about it, a table of delicious food appeared in front of everyone, making them drool.

This was something Ye Zheng had asked the Little Chef to prepare long ago and stored in a storage bag. It is worth mentioning that the storage bag in the mortal world also has the function of preserving freshness, and it is exactly the same as when the bags were put in.

Then he made a magic gesture and a transparent cover was put on everyone's head to block the flying sand. Then he greeted everyone and asked them to eat and drink. Yan Kai and his assassins on the side felt ashamed.

After dinner, Ye Zheng removed the cover and looked around. His gaze suddenly shifted to one place where a big golden spider was sitting on the ground, piling up pagodas and houses with sand and having a lot of fun, while the three little foxes, Xiao Zhu, Xiao Fei and Xiao Sang, were each holding a book and reading it.

These foxes love reading. This is the first time Ye Zheng has seen this. After Old Tu took over the management of the secret book collection for Ye Zheng, these three little foxes have been following Hong Yi.

"Woo, woo, woo."

Suddenly, a burst of angry howls was heard into the tent which had just been set up. The big golden spider who had been playing outside, and the little spider who was reading a book, Xiaofei, and Xiaosang, three little foxes, rushed into the tent, terrified.

At the same time, it seemed as if countless giant hands were slapping the thick cowhide tent violently, as if they were going to overturn the entire tent into the sky.

"Mr. Ye, what should we do? We might be encountering a sandstorm." Yan Kai suddenly walked in front of Ye Zheng and asked.

"Tear."

Before Ye Zheng could speak, the tent was torn apart by the violent sandstorm. The violent yellow sand collided with each other, making a clinking sound as if hitting iron sheets.

Seeing this, Ye Zheng's mind moved, and the power of his soul turned into a big hand, shaking the flying yellow sand to the ground, piling up a thick layer.

"Mr. Ye's strength is truly amazing." Yan Kai looked at Ye Zheng with some admiration. He suppressed the violent yellow sand so silently, even the leader of the Assassination Alliance would find it difficult to make light of it.

Ye Zheng did not care about Yan Kai's flattery and was the first to walk out of the tent. He looked at the sky and the earth. The hurricane was howling, the yellow dust was rising, the sea of ​​fog, and the sandstorm seemed like thousands of horses galloping, rolling in and rolling up countless sand columns with a terrifying momentum.

"This noise is quite loud." Ye Zheng retracted his gaze, and the power of his qi and blood rose and rolled, and the yellow sand beside him was shaken off and calmed down.

"Brother Ye, your prediction was right. Someone is here to cause trouble." Hong Yi looked at the sky, where the wind was howling and the sandstorm was raging. He smacked his lips in surprise.

Suddenly, the sand not far ahead began to roll over, like an angry dragon, tumbling non-stop.

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Countless grains of sand formed sharp sand thorns that flew out, making sharp sounds, and stabbed towards the tent, spinning at a high speed, with enough power to drill through the hardest steel.

Ye Zheng did not attack directly. Hong Yi on the side immediately roared, a roar of the peak Martial Saint, and all the sand thorns were shattered into pieces.

Just after Hong Yi shattered all the sand thorns, countless cold lights flashed, and a rain of arrows flew towards Ye Zheng and others. There were talismans painted on them, which drew long air currents and flew like locusts.

"Brother Ye, this is the Tianji Divine Crossbow, be careful." Hong Yi took a look and didn't take it too seriously, but still gave a reminder.

Ye Zheng didn't need any reminder. His soul moved and he flew out. After a series of collisions and combinations, it turned into a crystal altar that seemed both light and dark. It was the light and dark mandala Taizang barrier, which fiercely sealed the sky with a rain of arrows like locusts.

With a thought, the Great Mandala of Light and Darkness flew back into his hand. He retracted the thought and threw the sealed rain of arrows into the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. When he was ready to go back, he would treat it as a small opportunity and place it in the game world.

"Young Master Ye, could it be the work of Marquis Guanjun? The Marquis Guanjun has always been vindictive. He suffered a great loss at the hands of you, so it is reasonable for him to take revenge." Yan Kai, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that all the rain of arrows were taken away by Ye Zheng.

"It shouldn't be. This champion marquis can't be so low-level. With our strength, we can't hurt him with this kind of means." Ye Zheng shook his head and looked at the sand not far away.

"Haha, young master, you are really insightful. However, this number one scholar Hong Yi even killed two great priests of my Jingyuan Temple. It is better for you not to interfere in such a grudge. This matter concerns the reputation of my Jingyuan Temple." A woman's laughter suddenly came from the direction of the sandstorm.

"Oh, forgive my ignorance. It's just a small Jingyuan Temple with only the Yuanqi God. The Huntian Yuanqi relic on his body is still worth seeing. Do you deserve to save face?" Ye Zheng suddenly sneered. He couldn't stop enjoying the pleasure of being slapped in the face.