wicked immortal

They marveled at Zhao Yuan's physical strength and endurance, and marveled at Zhao Yuan's elusive archery.

At first, they thought it was Lan Xin shooting the arrow, but later they realized that they were wrong, it was not Lan Xin who shot the arrow, but Zhao Yuan.

"Unless Master Ruolin goes out in person, or there are at least two of the four great masters of wind, rain, thunder and lightning cooperating, otherwise, no one will be able to surround him." Looking at Zhao Yuan standing on the sand dunes in the distance, Master Feng Guo let out a long sigh .

"Could it be that the number one assassin warrior can't?" Hu Yansheng showed a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Difficult. His speed is too fast, and he seems to have mastered a secret technique, which allows him to sense danger approaching him. In addition, he is proficient in archery, so there is no way to approach him. Of course, he is definitely not the number one warrior, Helian. However, he has an evil spirit, an evil spirit..." Master Feng shuddered inexplicably, the contact with the evil spirit just now was very short, but he felt like falling into a hole in the ice.

"What is the evil spirit?" Hu Yansheng's expression froze, and the thorn bone in his hand was hammered down on the ground fiercely. On the gravel ground, a huge deep pit was hammered out. The sand and stones flew, and the sand dunes shook. They all looked horrified.

When Hu Yansheng started to fight Zhao Yuan, he was hit by a dark wind, and it was that chilling wind that made Hu Yansheng dare not get too close to Zhao Yuan.

"The evil spirit is formed by the condensed spirit of death. It is ferocious and vicious. In fact, if there is no evil spirit coveting by the side, I still have some ways to trap him." Feng Guoshi looked regretful.

"Then what should we do?" Hu Yansheng asked disappointedly.

"Let them go for the time being, so as not to sacrifice the lives of the warriors in vain."

"Where is Wanyan Honglie?"

"He must be trying to persuade the other tribal leaders to betray Shan Yu. Let's report to King Zuo Xian first before making a decision," Feng Guoshi said calmly.

"Everything is decided by the national teacher."

……

At sunrise, thousands of cavalry disappeared into the desert like a tide, and the dust rolled up was flying in the distance.

The desert was quiet again.

The desert at this time is no longer a barren desert of death. Tufts of grass in the east and west are dancing in the wind on the gravel, as if wearing a flowery skirt of emerald green dots on the yellow desert.

"They're gone." Lan Xin stared blankly at the dust all over the sky in the distance.

"If you don't leave, I won't let them go." Zhao Yuan stood on the sand dunes with a longbow in his hand, his slender body was extremely majestic in the morning sun, and his long flying hair seemed to be alive and fluttered against the wind.

Listening to that domineering voice, and looking at the back figure standing under the morning sun, Lan Xin was stunned again.

Is this the man who is so cautious?

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Yuan turned his head and saw Lan Xin staring at him blankly.

"No... nothing..."

"what's your plan?"

"I want to find my brother." Lan Xin's face rose with raging flames.

"Although your brother is not dead, he is currently in exile. It is somewhat difficult to find him."

"My brother is an unrivaled hero. He is definitely not someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Besides, my brother has a lot of friends and friends all over the world. He definitely won't run away in embarrassment like that rat." Lan Xin snorted coldly.

"Okay, your brother is an unrivaled hero, so where is he now?" Zhao Yuan was naturally too lazy to argue with a woman.

"... 36-most parts, 72 small parts, it's all possible..."

"That is to say, you can't judge your brother's exact whereabouts at all."

"..." Lan Xin opened her mouth, unable to speak.

"You haven't recovered from your injury now, why don't you go to Heishui City to recuperate with me, and make plans after your injury recovers?"

Lan Xin didn't answer immediately, but was silent for a while.

Lan Xin very much hopes to find her brother Wanyan Honglie immediately, but at present she has no ability to protect herself, if she leaves Zhao Yuan, her life will be in danger at any time.

"Okay." Lan Xin nodded.

"Let's go!"

The two trekked in the grassland, and the desert gradually turned into an oasis, but the weather was still hot during the day.

Zhao Yuan originally wanted to run away with Lan Xin in his arms, but Lan Xin refused, so Zhao Yuan had no choice but to give up.

The good thing is that Zhao Yuan is not in a hurry to rush on the road. He enjoys a leisurely journey, admiring the magnificent scenery on the prairie. Occasionally, he will turn his head, revealing a salivating pervert look, fixedly staring at Lan Xin's youthful and plump breasts. .

For several days in a row, the two of them walked in the grassland, like a pair of lovers who are like glue.

Today, at sunset again, the two crossed an oasis and entered a desolate desert.

The dusk of the grassland is the most beautiful time, the desert under the setting sun, the promenade is full of poetic and picturesque.

Seeing the majestic Huoshaoyun burning in the sky, Zhao Yuan let out a long roar, untied the cloth of the long knife on his back, and ran wildly on the desert. In between, flying sand and walking stones.

Lan Xin followed behind slowly.

During this period of time, Lan Xin has gotten used to Zhao Yuan who is sometimes calm, sometimes arrogant, sometimes wise, and sometimes calm.

In Lan Xin's eyes, Zhao Yuan is a strange person. Sometimes he will chatter like a woman, and sometimes he will have a stern expression, and he will not say a word for several days. Like a beast with excess energy, it is always looking for opportunities to vent - the huge power in the body.

With the understanding of Zhao Yuan, Lan Xin has a more awe of Zhao Yuan.

This is a terrifying man, he has a meticulous thinking, a powerful calculation ability, and a frightening fighting spirit.

Lan Xin is an excellent archer, she naturally understands what fighting spirit means to a warrior.

In battle, a strong fighting spirit can often make up for a lack of strength.

"Comfortable."

Just as Lan Xin was thinking wildly, Zhao Yuan swept over like a hurricane, his whole body was drenched, but on his sweaty face, there was a kind of hearty joy.

Looking at Zhao Yuan's happy appearance, Lan Xin really couldn't understand that even she who lived on the grassland for a long time would definitely not regard strenuous exercise as a kind of pleasure.

"Shall we camp?" Lan Xin saw Zhao Yuan sitting on the ground.

"Yes, this place is good, with water, grass, and rock walls to shelter from wind and sand."

The two found a cliff and settled down. At this time, Zhao Yuan had no scruples. He simply summoned wine from the Sumeru Ring, collected some dry grass and dead branches, and lit a bonfire.

After everything was ready, the sky was completely dark, and the last light in the sky disappeared.

The orange flame pierced the darkness and brought warmth to the icy desert. On the carpet by the campfire, delicious wine and food piled up like mountains, and the crystal cups reflected dreamlike brilliance under the light of the fire.

Lan Xin looked at Zhao Yuan in amazement, this young man is really amazing.