One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 358

South China, Liupanshui, Biyou Village, Xinjie, Twelve Root Vessels.

It didn't take much effort for Zhang Chulan to collect information about Ma Xianhong's group.

It's not because of his ability to collect information and formulate words, but that Ma Xianhong, who claims to be the leader of Xinjie, who has inherited the Eight Miraculous Skills and Divine Mechanisms, is really too enthusiastic.

Just meeting for the first time, he introduced the situation of everyone on his side to Zhang Chulan unsuspectingly, even knowing that Zhang Chulan is an employee who knows everything, the purpose of coming to the desert this time is not pure However, he still invited him to join his team and go into the desert with them.

The enthusiasm made Zhang Chulan feel a little guilty.

Isn't this the so-called leader of Xinjie?It's so simple, it makes me feel guilty.

It's just that if you don't shake Bilian, you don't shake Bilian after all. If you shake it, the guilt will disappear like dew.

Zhang Chulan asked Ma Xianhong: "What is your purpose?"

"Of course it's the same as you, for Hu Xiuwu." Ma Xianhong said bitterly, "Because of the Eight Wonders and Jiashen, we, the so-called Jiashen remnants, have suffered a lot."

"We are compatriots, we should unite, we should unite, and work together to deal with those who have plans for the secret of Jiashen and the Eight Wonders we carry."

"I came here this time to help Hu Xiuwu. It's dangerous for him to mix with people of all genders."

"I just didn't expect to meet you first, Chu Lan, come on! Join us, join Biyou Village!"

Ma Xianhong was like a pyramid scheme leader, bewitching Zhang Chulan to join his team there.

It's just that unlike the MLM boss, Zhang Chulan could tell that Ma Xianhong wasn't lying to him, he really thought it was right to do so from the bottom of his heart.

Really, so...naive!

'If I could change the direction of things by myself, then Wudang would not drive Wang Ye down the mountain, and the Celestial Master would not try to use the Celestial Master's speed to trap me on the mountain. '

'Also, why do you think that Hu Xiuwu needs your help? You are not familiar with him.Is this Ma Xianhong a little too ignorant? '

Zhang Chulan showed an expression of being touched and moved, but he actually didn't take it seriously in his heart.

However, neither he nor Sister Bao'er had any experience in desert travel, so it might be difficult to catch up with Hu Xiuwu who had set off early just by taking ordinary travel methods.

He happened to meet Ma Xianhong and his group. Since he was sure of catching up with Hu Xiuwu, he might as well follow Ma Xianhong's idea and take a ride.

He had already made an agreement with Feng Baobao on the plane, and if he met Quan Xing after entering the desert, if there was any accident, he would directly hug his uncle Hu Xiuwu's thigh and admit defeat.

Based on Zhang Chulan's understanding of Hu Xiuwu, as long as he is soft and does not confront Hu Xiuwu, Hu Xiuwu will not do anything to them.

Zhang Chulan made up his mind, but frowned on his face, showing a embarrassed expression: "But I am a person who knows everything, I still have to think about it, at least find my uncle Hu Xiuwu first, and ask Be clear and make a decision.”

Ma Xianhong waved his hand: "No problem, just follow us! Together we will definitely rescue Hu Xiuwu."

I'll go, he agreed, it's too easy to talk!
Zhang Chulan suddenly felt like lying to a child.

'Just to save my uncle, you are a little bit self-indulgent. '

After spending only a few hours with Ma Xianhong, Zhang Chulan already had a general understanding of Ma Xianhong's temperament.

Arrogant, cynical, stubborn, but also old-fashioned and warm-hearted, emphasizing friendship.

His awkward personality caused him, once he thinks that a person should be friends with him, he will ignore the attitude of the other person and blindly use his own way to treat others well.

This kind of inappropriate way of making friends is easily disgusting.

Just like a young couple who have confirmed their relationship for a few days, one party tries to get closer, joins the other party's circle of friends, or even becomes the leader of the other party's circle of friends, trying to make the other party his own.

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, this kind of behavior is disgusting and even respectful.

However, this shortcoming of Ma Xianhong happened to be used by Zhang Chulan.

Although Ma Xianhong's superiors are not everyone agrees that Zhang Chulan will join the team.

But Ma Xianhong still resisted all opinions and insisted on going his own way, allowing Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao to join the team of Biyou Village.

Wearing a peaked cap and glasses, with a very low sense of presence, he introduced himself as Zhang Kun's upper root device, drove a rented seven-seater van, and pulled the remaining dozen or so people to the desert.

"It's a good thing that the two big men, Haricha Gai and Jin Yong, didn't come this time, otherwise this small car really wouldn't be able to accommodate us."

Ma Xianhong sat in the passenger seat, but turned his head to talk with Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan's smile has become stiff and deformed.

More than a dozen people squeezed into the seven-seater van, naturally it would not be very comfortable.

The four girls in the team were squeezed together in a row. Feng Baobao was sitting by the car window, and next to him were the only two girls in Biyou Murakami, the violent loli Liu Wukui, and the tall sword fairy Fu Rong. In addition, there was a doll-like Judy sitting on the edge of the first row with an expressionless face.

'This Zhu Di, like us, seems to be a later generation. Judging from the performance of Fu Rong and Liu Wukui, I am not very familiar with this Zhu Di. '

Zhang Chulan squeezed into the back two rows with the rest, sitting with half of her buttocks in the air, analyzing the situation of the few people in front in order to divert attention.

It's just that this method didn't make him feel any better.

For a moment, he even wondered if his choice was right. If this group of people planned to drive this car into the desert, he would never say anything, and called the rest of the temporary workers to ask for help.

Fortunately, after the van drove out of the city, it stopped in a no-man's land beside the road.

As soon as the car stopped, it was like a coke bottle that stopped shaking. Everyone rushed out of the van impatiently. Obviously, Zhang Chulan was not the only one who felt uncomfortable.

"Ouch~, good Zhang Kun, no wonder you volunteered to replace me as the driver on the plane today, didn't you think of this a long time ago?"

Wearing the old-fashioned short coarse cloth clothes that are often seen on TV, and the martial arts of the Republic of China, a silver-white man got out of the van, grabbed Zhang Kun by the collar, shook it wildly, and vented his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Kun laughed foolishly and didn't fight back.

Anyway, the benefits have been gained, so let Qiu Rang vent.

"Okay, Qiu Rang, take out the stockade, we still have to hurry."

"Yes!" Qiu Rang listened to Ma Xianhong's words very much, almost treating them like an imperial decree. He is also the only one here who has the talent for refining weapons and has been taught by Ma Xianhong the magic skills.

Qiu Rang took out a bead from his pocket, a red and yellow bead the size of a ping-pong ball, with a looking glass bead.

Zhang Chulan asked, "What is that?"

Ma Xianhong explained: "It's a pouch, a magical storage tool made based on the idea of ​​Xumi Mustard Seed."

"You can put dead objects or unconscious creatures in it. If you like, I can also give you one."

Ma Xianhong took out a pouch casually and threw it to Zhang Chulan.

"This is too precious."

Zhang Chulan was caught off guard and hurriedly caught the pouch.

He is no longer that brat who just entered the world of aliens, and he knows how precious the magical artifacts are stored.

It would take an ordinary refiner several months to successfully refine such a magic weapon for storage. Even if it can be used everywhere, there is not much inside, so it can be called a rare treasure.

But Ma Xianhong gave it to himself so plainly.

Local tycoon!Big Sheep!

Ma Xianhong didn't care about this, and waved his hand to let Zhang Chulan accept it: "Everyone here has one of these things. For other craftsmen, it may be very difficult to practice, but for a craftsman who has mastered the magic machine As far as the master is concerned, it can be made within a flip of the hand."

The magic trick,

Zhang Chulan felt something in his heart. This was already the fifth Eight Miraculous Skills he had heard of. Like Hu Xiuwu's Tongtianlu and Feng Tianyang's Juling Dispatching General, they were the pinnacle of their respective types of skills.

Qiu Rang raised the phagocytic pouch and took out the items stored in the phagocytic pouch.

boom boom,

The object he took out was huge, and when it fell on the desert, it sounded like a bell, kicking up layers of sand and dust.

Under the layers of sand, only the hazy silhouette of a huge monster can be vaguely seen, like a mirage.

After the strong wind of the desert blows away the sand and dust, the magic weapon that Qiu Rang took out revealed its true colors.

Feng Baobao stared like grapes, looked up, and exclaimed without emotion: "Wow!"

It was a lucky ship with a strange shape. This strange ship was 50 meters long and did not have the decks that ordinary ships should have. The three-story simple cornice tower extended from the bow to the stern.

It is said to be a boat, but it is more like a boat modeled on a boat in garden architecture.

Qiu Rang was very satisfied with Zhang Chulan's stunned look, and proudly introduced: "This is our new mobile vehicle built by the leader and I."

"Bi Tour Dazhai."

(End of this chapter)