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Xu Xiao did not interrupt Wu Gui's words, but sounded interested. Wu Gui has been active in the northern desert for more than two hundred years, and his understanding of many conditions and secrets in this place is far better than Hood's. Listening to his chatter and learning information can help you understand this place more deeply.

After leaving the settlement and flying less than two hundred miles, we were almost at our destination.

Xu Xiao ordered the flying boat to stop and asked Wu Gui to summon his men here. Xu Xiao, who has controlled the ghost king's curse seal, is not afraid that the black ghost will dare to take the opportunity to escape.

Wu Gui took the order and left. Without letting Xu Xiao wait for long, Wu Gui flew over with more than ten ghosts.

In the confused eyes of more than a dozen people, Wu Gui knelt down on the deck of the flying boat and said to Xu Xiao respectfully: "Let me report to the leader, all the informants from the small dispatch are here. According to what they said, Wang Feng's camp is not far ahead. There are several immortal cultivators guarding hundreds of mortals. It seems that the mortals in that settlement were indeed brought here by this little kid. "

After listening to Wu Gui's report, Xu Xiao glanced at the dozen or so ghosts behind Wu Gui, and immediately used the technique of salvation on them.

Xu Xiao was able to use his divine power with ease and perform the transformation technique. In just a moment, he transformed more than a dozen ghosts one by one.

Being able to be entrusted with the important task of being sent to monitor Wang Feng by Wu Gui, these dozen ghosts are not only not weak in strength, but what is particularly rare is that they all have good sanity. It is completely different from those ordinary ghosts and ghosts.

Xu Xiao did not hesitate to spend his divine power to transform all the more than ten humanized ghosts into divine weapons.

Leaving all these magical soldiers on the deck of the flying boat to let them get familiar with their newly acquired divine bodies and powers, Xu Xiao ordered the flying boat to continue moving forward.

Even Wu Gui was not afraid and dared to lead his troops to intercept and kill him. As you can imagine, Wang Feng's strength was not very high. After listening to the report and knowing that no major accident had occurred, Xu Xiao went straight to the door without hesitation.

After the flying boat flew for more than ten miles, a messy camp appeared on the ground below.

Called a camp, it was actually little better than a simple livestock shed.

There were only a dozen tattered tents in the camp, surrounded by hundreds of ordinary mortals, and it was a mess without any order at all.

At the edge of the camp, there were a few listless immortal cultivators, probably the guards looking after these mortals. In this vast desert with no water or food, running out is a dead end. Therefore, these immortal cultivators are not afraid of mortals escaping at all, and their thoughts are not focused on the camp.

On a hill next to the camp, there is a gorgeous and beautifully decorated tent. In the tent, Wang Feng, the son of Wang Xi, the second elder of Huangshaji, was sitting cross-legged in the center of the tent, scolding his men with a look of impatience on his face.

"I'm a loser. I spent so much time, but I didn't even get 500 people together. Among them, I personally went to that settlement, destroyed the local water source, and even coaxed and frightened 300 people." They forced it here."

"Tell me, what do I want from you losers?"

The three cultivators knelt down in front of Wang Feng. They were so scolded by him that they did not dare to express their anger.

After Wang Feng had finished venting, one of his men had the courage and said cautiously: "Master, we only have two flying boats. Even if each flying boat is fully filled, it cannot hold fifty people. There are no human traces in the desert. It’s rare that the settlements are far apart. The transportation of people is all done by airships. It’s really impossible to transport too many people by just two airships.”

In addition to the superficial reasons, his subordinates also had another reason that they couldn't say. My young master was so stingy that he couldn't even part with extra food and water, so he used shady means to secretly collect people. In order to prevent this matter from being known to the warriors in Shenbing Town, it would inevitably affect the efficiency of the population search.

The persuasion of his subordinates did not dispel the anger in Wang Feng's heart. He stood up and kicked the subordinate who had just spoken to the ground.

"I want you to find a way to solve the problem, not to listen to your complaints."

Wang Feng, still angry, kicked the other two men over one by one.

"Go, go, get out of here. This bunch of losers, I'm getting angrier every time I see them."

After driving his men out, Wang Feng began to think about his situation.

It is true that Wang Feng is the son of Wang Xi, the second elder of Huangshaji, but he is only one of Wang Xi's many sons, and one who is not taken seriously. The care and resources available are not too many.

Wang Feng, who had finally reached the foundation-building stage in his cultivation and whose progress in cultivation was slow, tried every means to collect cultivation resources.

Some time ago, Wang Feng, who was out of luck, accidentally got the news about the secret vault left by the Guangling Sect. The Guangling Sect was once a major sect for cultivating immortals, and the resources left in the secret vault were absolutely astronomical.

Wang Feng, who was extremely excited, immediately took action and mobilized all the power he could mobilize.

The secret warehouse of the Guangling Sect is located in a small valley not far away. According to Wang Feng's preliminary detection, this small valley is filled with violent vitality of heaven and earth, and it is impossible for immortal cultivators like himself to enter. To dig this valley by mortals would require at least two thousand strong young men.

It's a pity that Wang Feng tried his best, but he only managed to recruit less than 500 people. There are also many women, children and children among them, who are used to threaten young and strong men into working for their lives.

In the past few days, these five hundred people have consumed a lot of water and food. The remaining water and food won't last long.

Wang Feng, like most immortal cultivators in this world, only knows how to kill and plunder, not production at all. Moreover, even immortal cultivators cannot conjure large amounts of water and food out of thin air in a place like the desert.

Wang Feng was not worried that these civilians would die of thirst and starvation, but he hoped that they would die more valuable and die during the excavation process.

Wang Feng, who was worried, was startled by a loud shout from outside.

"Those who dare to rob the population by force should get out and die."

After being startled, Wang Feng immediately became furious. He was furious and couldn't find a place to vent his anger. He jumped out and flew above the tent, looking fiercely at the place where the sound came from.

At the bottom of the hill, two men and one woman were confronting Wang Feng's immortal cultivators.

"I thought he was a mad dog, and he dared to run in front of me and bark. It turns out that he is a dog from Shenbing Town. What a bunch of annoying flies. I will meet you wherever I go."

Wang Feng, who recognized the other party's origin at a glance, began to yell and scold him unceremoniously. If it weren't for the various obstructions from Shenbing Town, how could it be so troublesome to recruit the population by ourselves?

Thanks to book friend Feng Zhitian Yunling for the tip, thank you.