Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 703
After Jiang Mo left, the tribe elders who regained their freedom showed no mercy to the barbarian monsters who broke into the tribe.

The two leading Martial Kings had already turned into two ice sculptures, even a young man without force could easily smash them into pieces.

Losing their leader, those warriors of the barbarian monster clan, although not weak in combat power, could not withstand a few back and forth charges.

Under the leadership of the old patriarch whose strength has reached the level of Wuwang, in less than half an hour, those soldiers of the barbarian monster clan died, fled, and threw away their helmets and armors.

When Jiang Mo left, the reason why he didn't kill these barbarian monster warriors was because he didn't want to be stained with blood unless it was absolutely necessary.

Furthermore, these barbarian warriors broke into the tribe, causing countless innocent lives to be killed. Of course, the tribe must avenge this revenge.

"Having Wu Zong's strength again, this feeling is not bad." Jiang Mo listened to the gust of wind whistling past his ears, and looked at the slowly flowing white clouds under his feet, feeling a little emotional.

This Shura battlefield is too vast, and it is very difficult to find a settlement.

Even after entering the realm of Wuzong, monks still need the support of resources, and Jiang Mo is no exception.

He glanced down and saw that there seemed to be a small group of people advancing slowly in the yellow sand.

Looking around, it was not easy to find the right direction. Jiang Mo glanced around and walked towards the small group of people.

Since it is not easy for me to find the direction, it is better to go with these people than to search blindly.

When he was getting close, Jiang Mo restrained his breath, firstly, not to attract too much attention, and secondly, it would also help his practice.

There were about a dozen people in that small group, and the leader was a burly middle-aged man with a thick beard and a long knife at his waist.

This person's name is Han Li, and he is the chief escort of the darts. On the Shura battlefield, there are also darts, but compared to the outside world, there are fewer of them.

In the team of more than ten people, there is a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old. She has a beautiful face that makes people unable to take their eyes off her. The fly in the ointment is that her temper is not very good.

"Uncle Han, when will we be able to reach Donglin City! I'm exhausted!" the girl complained, pouting her cherry mouth.

"I asked you to stay at home, but you insisted on coming here, now you know the pain?" Han Li pampered the girl's head and said with a smile.

The girl turned her face away and ignored Han Li.

The convoy drove for about a stick of incense, and Han Li saw a black figure not far away.

"Stop." Han Li waved his hand, and the convoy stopped immediately. Dozens of guards looked around vigilantly to prevent someone from robbing the darts.

Such things as robbing darts happened quite a lot on the Shura battlefield.

This time, the goods they transported are very precious, and if there is a mistake, there is no need to mess around on this line in the future.

The girl named Jing Shu, but she was not a quiet lady at all, saw someone blocking the way, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.

On her small waist, which was tightly grasped, there were actually two scimitars, which were shining brightly. It seemed that they were not weak real weapons.

Jing Shu jumped out of the carriage, pulled out two scimitars from her waist, followed Han Li towards the black figure, and walked away slowly.

"I am Han Li from the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau. What do you mean by stopping here?" Han Li shouted loudly. He is a genuine eight-star martial king. With this strength, it is more than enough for the outside world to escort goods, but in the Shura battlefield where fish and dragons are mixed. Well, with this strength, only by being an honest man with your tail between your legs can you get away with it.

The black figure turned around and said, "Don't be angry with Escort Han, I just want to follow the convoy and go to Donglin City together, but I can't find the direction, so I have to make such a bad plan. I also hope that Escort Han Forgive me."

After finishing speaking, the man did not forget to clasp his fists.

This person is indeed Jiang Mo. After restraining his breath, Jiang Mo is no different from ordinary people. At least Han Li and others do not have the strength to detect Jiang Mo's true cultivation.

Hearing this, Han Li breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't the person who robbed the darts, it would be fine.

Jiang Mo walked slowly towards here, and Han Li also looked at Jiang Mo specially, trying to find out if this person was hiding something tricky. In the end, he was sure that Jiang Mo was just an ordinary person.

Jing Shu also put away the scimitar, lowered her head, and returned to the car. She thought that there was really someone robbing the darts so that she could be a heroine.

The bodyguards behind Han Li also put away their weapons, but their vigilant expressions were still on their faces.

"Boss Han, it's not easy to run a dart on the Shura battlefield so dangerously." Jiang Mo smiled gently, making it easy for people to let go of their guard.

"Hey, it's not easy to make money these days. Although it's dangerous to walk darts on the Shura battlefield, the rewards are quite generous. So, I just made do with it." Han Li caught a glimpse of the large ancient sword on Jiang Mo's back. Sword, good guy, that epee weighs at least a hundred and eighty catties. The thin young man in front of him, carrying that epee, felt no effort at all, even the soft yellow sand under his feet , failed to step on the footprints.

Jiang Mo nodded, and immediately said: "I'm just here for the first time, and I plan to go to Donglin City. If Chief Han doesn't mind, I'll go with you."

Han Li thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's not easy to go out. Anyway, let's go together and make a companion."

The girl sitting in the car, playing with two scimitars, said angrily: "You are not allowed to get in the car, you must only follow the convoy."

Han Li shook his head and smiled wryly. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about this girl. Jiang Mo didn't mind, and said loudly, "That's natural."

Along the way, some young bodyguards were slightly hostile towards Jiang Mo, but no one said anything due to the presence of Boss Han.

From here to Donglin City, it is about a thousand miles away. Although it is not very far, if you go in the wrong direction and encounter the terrible black sandstorm in the desert, you may be completely lost here.

"rustle!"

A group of people walked slowly in the desert. After about an hour, Jiang Mo, who had amazing hearing, suddenly heard a slight movement.

He reminded Han Li: "Boss Han, it seems a bit uneasy. Tell those bodyguards to be careful."

Han Li looked up and looked around. Although he didn't find anything unusual, the sense of crisis honed by walking darts all year round made him feel something unusual.

He took another look at Jiang Mo, appreciating the intuition of the young man in black in front of him.

There were a few bodyguards behind him who dismissed Jiang Mo's reminder and still cared about themselves.

Someone even said in a low voice: "What a fuss, walking darts on the Shura battlefield, how can we not encounter special circumstances, just follow the convoy."

In the whole team, except for Han Li, no one seemed to take Jiang Mo's words to heart...

(End of this chapter)