Lord of the Desert

Chapter 318 Wild Species
Feng Yixian did not retreat far.

He controlled the distance to two feet, and used his true energy to unleash his ultimate move.

Its name is "Wind Rolling Sand".

Fallen leaves and dust rose up and swirled around the two men.

Then there is "reading style".

Using two killing methods together is a sure-fire way for Feng family disciples to compete with outsiders.

The strong wind and sand cover everyone's five senses, and he relies on his ability to read through airflow to obtain information.

In addition, the Tiangang Shenfeng Sutra is known for its speed and dexterity, and any casual warrior will be defeated if it is attacked.

But Feng Yixian somehow felt that the sand in the forest was not very obedient.

"The wind blows the sand, reading the wind..."

Clear words came out among the cluttered wind.

"They are all unique skills from the Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra. I specially learned about them before coming to the south."

"The Ten Classics are indeed the Ten Classics, but it's a pity that those who practice them are not good at it..."

This was followed by a sigh.

Feng Yixian suppressed his heartbeat and used the fourth killing method "Wind Waves".

Three wind blades struck out one after another, and five arrows shot out from the side.

The popping sound was dull and continuous.

The reading style is still in operation.

Feng Yixian sensed a terrifying signal - the air flow was describing the enemy as "huge power and swift speed".

From the tree beside the road, the two men operating the iron wire were pulled down forcefully.

The wind and sand exploded.

A nearly three-meter-tall Sands giant came out hanging on an iron wire. The steel arrows fell from its body, and the gap cut by the wind blade was repairing at high speed.

"Pick me up!"

The roar is powerful.

The punch came down hard, hitting the center ring of the steel flywheel, deforming it.

Feng Yixian suffered from severe pain in his wrist bone.

"Desolate Sand Armor, are you 'Red Sand' Hong Fan?!"

He dropped the flywheel and thought of this man's handsome face, realizing it later.

Hearing this name, the other three people also regretted it.

[There is no shame in losing to the genius. If I escape, I can still make a good story...]

Feng Yixian's thoughts flashed through his mind and he was about to leave.

But my thoughts were rising and falling, and I couldn't lift my legs.

He glanced down and found that his calf had been wrapped in a ball of sand that looked like a living thing.

【It's over. 】

Feng Yixian made the only correct judgment today.

"Please take a break."

From the front, the sand giant slid up and hit with a backhand hook.

Feng Yixian was lifted up by a strong force, and then pulled down by the sand.

Then he slumped to the ground motionless.

The remaining three members of the Qianmianfeng team witnessed this scene with their own eyes and were greatly confused.

Of course, you can't beat him.

But if they abandon their leader and escape, they will still not end well.

Due to lack of strength and scattered will, the three of them were quickly captured alive.

The four people were thrown under the tree like garbage.

Hong Fan dismissed the sand armor and pressed his temples.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man wielding the bow looking at him.

"I just thought about capturing you alive. I was afraid that I would break them if I used too much force, so I was a little nervous."

Hong Fan smiled heartily and explained.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at his boss.

The latter looked ashamed.

After being captured alive, they will naturally be interrogated.

"We are affiliated with Qianmianfeng and were ordered to station in Pang County to capture foreign knights."

"Since the ancient times came over, there have been more and more followers. Many of these people do not obey the laws of the country and are against the royal court, so they must be eradicated."

Feng Yixian looked at the flow of sand jumping between his facial features and answered all questions.

"I see that you didn't hit the target just now, but you want to capture me alive?"

Hong Fan asked.

The man named Feng nodded again.

"Why do you want to catch them alive?"

Hong Fan asked.

"This is an order from above."

Feng Yixian replied immediately.

"The greatest rewards can be obtained by capturing and sending back martial arts outsiders alive."

"As for why, we don't know."

"I myself have not returned to Yunlan City for more than a year."

He finished speaking like he was pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"One more question, how did you guys know I was coming?" Hong Fan asked again.

"There are our people in the Deoksu Army."

"Who?"

"The third boss, Hao Yong."

Feng Yixian sold the person without hesitation.

Hong Fan nodded when he heard this.

"I said that being so reckless was just to test my cultivation."

He smiled slightly and looked at Feng Yixian.

"It's all clear, do you have anything else to say?"

The latter saw that something was wrong with the momentum.

"Are you going to kill me? I told you everything you asked!"

Feng Yixian was anxious.

"This is not worth your life."

Hong Fan said seriously.

"If you don't tell me, I have my own means to force you to tell me; you have already saved yourself from torture."

"No, don't kill me, the clan will pay to redeem me!"

Feng Yixian first begged and then threatened.

"I am the noble son of the Feng clan in Huaiyang, and I bear the blood of the ancestral dragon. How can you kill me!"

Hong Fan was taken aback.

The Dragon Soul Tree can sense dragon blood, which has been confirmed by Xiao Zhenxie and Xiao Kefei.

But he felt nothing about Feng Yixian.

"Your Feng family also has dragon blood?"

Hong Fan asked.

Feng Yixian thought his words were effective and nodded repeatedly.

"That means the purity is very low, right?"

Hong Fan speculated.

"Nonsense! His Xiao family is just lucky enough to be in that position. My Feng family has no less dragon blood than his Xiao family!"

When Feng Yixian heard this, his reaction was particularly fierce.

Hong Fan was noncommittal.

After arriving in Xijing, he gradually realized that dragon blood and martial arts talent were not related.

Martial arts talent is a very complicated thing, and aristocratic families have no advantage over humble families in this regard.

The concentration of dragon blood that first-class families are proud of brings their fellow practitioners stronger vitality, endurance, strength and other physical qualities - those with dragon blood tend to have stronger combat power in the same realm.

"Since the Feng family is a first-class family, they must indeed have the inheritance of dragon blood."

After thinking for a moment, Hong Fan decided to tell the truth.

"But you don't have dragon blood in you."

"No way! How do you know I don't have it?!"

Feng Yixian looked excited.

"My father is the eldest son of the eleventh eldest son of the Feng family. I practice the Tiangang Shenfeng Sutra. How could I not have dragon blood?!"

His eyes were red and the corners of his eyes were even wet.

Hong Fan remained silent.

"I am Xingjun, I really know this."

"Does your father have a crush on you other than your father?"

he said softly.

"You say I'm a bastard?"

Feng Yixian looked furious, but he seemed to be unable to control himself and thought of something, and soon became discouraged.

"Young Master Feng, I have always been curious. You are the direct descendant of the house. How come you are assigned to do such a hard job and cannot return to the royal city more than once a year?"

The middle-aged man next to him couldn't help but stab him.

"Am I really a bastard?"

The arrogance on Feng Yixian's face disappeared.

He was completely desperate.

Hong Fan was not interested in further entanglement.

"If you still don't believe it, let me give it a final test for you."

The sand flow condensed into thorns, and they were stabbed down before Feng Yixian could beg for mercy.

Hong Fan looked inside and stood silently for a moment.

The root system of the Dragon Soul Tree has absorbed some thin vitality, but the branches have not changed. There is still only the Dragon Soul Fruit bequeathed by Su Peifeng.

"I told you I didn't lie to you."

Hong Fan sighed.

Soon, the remaining three people also rushed to the underworld one after another.

It was just past noon (a little after [-] noon), and the sun was at its best.

Hong Fan briefly searched the bodies of the four of them, then jumped up to the highest branch in a few steps.

If you take a long look, you will see that the mountains we climbed over in the morning are still squatting on the opposite side.

He had to go back.

(End of this chapter)