The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1185 Building a City 25
Generally speaking, warriors live to be thousands of years old.

But for ordinary people, it is not bad to live for four to five hundred years.

His physique is not strong enough, and he will not survive long in the star field where the weak eat the strong.

Yan Tao smiled softly, "How can an old man catch moonlight bugs at his age?"

"No children?"

Shan Luqi shook his head, "When the child was out, he was hit by a stone rolled up by the wind. It has been many years. I am old and have no skills, so I can only make money from this."

On this street, he couldn't get anything sold by other people.

When Yusi heard the old man's words, his heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly thought of Yan Tao's order just now, sweat oozed from his forehead, and he couldn't help but look back.

Sure enough, seeing the pale faces of the people standing there, they obviously understood Yan Tao's intentions.

Long before Yan Tao came, Yusite had someone prepare it on purpose.

The baffle was deliberately blocked at the air vent.

It is estimated that it can survive the days of Yan Tao's inspection.

Even just now, there was wind, but it was not strong.

Could it be... the Patriarch discovered it?

No, no, no?

Yusi was comforting himself when he suddenly heard the sound of rolling stones.

The residents of Xingtai City have been blown by this wind for many years, and they basically acted as soon as they heard the sound.

The old man was also flustered.

"My young master, find a place to hide! We are often hit by strong winds, and there are too many rocks that will kill people!"

A group of small vendors hurriedly packed their things, but the old man stopped walking when he saw that Yan Tao and the others were still stuck in place.

"Young master, please listen to my advice, the wind is too strong, people can't hold it! It is very likely that they will follow the wind and run away!"

As he said that, the old man wanted to pull Yantao's sleeve.

"Old man, don't worry."

Yan Tao smiled lightly, and casually glanced at Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing raised her hand.

In an instant, dozens of light blue masks descended from the sky.

There are big and small, but they cover everyone on the street.

Holding the dilapidated baggage, the old man looked at the illusory mask in front of him in shock.

This, this is...

Yuan Jing covered the people and Patriarch Yan, but did not cover Yu Si and the others.

The wind was so fierce that Yusi's face turned pale.

Together with those three city lords.

The wind whistled like a tornado, Yu Si and the others turned pale.

"Family, Patriarch, we..."

The young man looked lazy and indifferent, with his arms folded across his chest, "If you survive this time, you will survive this time, and then report to the commander-in-chief."

The wind is accompanied by yellow sand, which can block everyone's sight.

The sharp wind whistling in my ear was like howling a ghost.

It was only a short period of 2 minutes, but for Yu Si and others, it was a long time to make people despair.

Finally, the wind stopped.

The streets are covered with rolling stones and all kinds of things.

The old man stretched out his hand and poked the illusory ball of light protecting him.

"Psychic warrior...you are a spiritual warrior..."

The old man knelt on the ground tremblingly, "Thank you, young master, you saved our lives."

Every time the wind blows, it is a test of life and death for them.

It's up to God to let them live.

This time the wind was so strong that it was definitely not possible to escape by relying on some baffles.

The people hiding nearby could hardly believe that they survived such a strong wind.

When they reacted, who saved them.

With a plop, he knelt down in front of Yan Tao.

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you, Master, for saving our lives."

(End of this chapter)