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Chapter 218 Wang Anfeng's First Step (1\2)

Qibi Heli looked blankly in front of him.

He spread out his palms, there was golden quicksand passing by between his fingers, and there was a burning sensation between his mouth and nose. This feeling was very familiar to him. There was such a scorching desert near the grassland where the tribe lived when he was young.

But, wasn't he still in Daqin just now?
The wind was a little strong, blowing the quicksand between the fingers and palms.

The line of sight follows the quicksand, and the front is endless, the desert scenery, the wind howls, the sound is like thunder, it seems that looking at this scenery, the throat feels the meaning of thirst.

The tribe he and Tuobayue belonged to were not very powerful, and the strongest general was only a fifth-rank warrior, so he had never seen this kind of extraordinary method. The world changed before his eyes, and suddenly he felt a god in his heart ridiculous idea.

This thought was suppressed by him in an instant.

The wind was getting stronger, and the yellow sand hit his face, causing pain and pain. Mr. Qibi He Li was stunned for a moment, and then turned around suddenly to see that a black streak suddenly appeared on the desert where the edge could not be seen at all. The pillar of wind pierced straight to the sky, and with a violent momentum, it swept towards this side, and everything that was in front of it was involved in it and thrown into the air.

The speed of its generation and movement all surpassed all the sandstorms that Qibi Heli had seen in the past. The boy's pupils opened slightly, and his puzzlement just now was suppressed in the bottom of his heart. He watched the sandstorm sweeping over like a monster. , gritted his teeth hard, turned around, and ran desperately into the distance.

Even in this situation, he never completely lost his size. While running wildly, his eyes searched around, and saw a stone that could be used to cover his body from a distance. His eyes lighted up slightly, and he gritted his teeth. Out of a very powerful force.

Staggering and walking, the speed was actually faster than those who had practiced some martial arts, like a hungry wolf rushing in the desert, before the sandstorm swallowed him, he hid himself behind the stone, the wind swept, his arms He hugged the stone, clasped his fingers firmly on the stone, and didn't care about the blood from rubbing.

In the desert, a sandstorm is a more terrifying disaster than a horse bandit's scimitar.

The horse bandits can only kill a dozen people, but the sandstorm can kill an entire unprepared tribe, no matter men, women, old or young, no matter if they are ordinary herdsmen or those strong men who can pull back bulls, under the anger of the Longevity Heaven, There is no difference at all.

According to past experience, the duration of the sandstorm would not be particularly long, but this time it was exceptionally long.

Qibi Heli's consciousness gradually became blurred, but his arms refused to relax at all.

Suddenly his body lightened, and the remnant wall in his arms was swept up by the strong wind. Despair appeared in the boy's eyes, but he still hugged the remnant wall tightly.

The wind was getting weaker, and the stone was falling downward. If it fell down like this, it would definitely cause serious injury and loss of strength. In the desert, it would be no different from death. Qibi Heli looked at the distance below about three meters high, and felt terrified in his heart. Release the stone directly and fall to one side.

With a muffled sound, Qibi Heli hit the yellow sand, his chest and abdomen vibrated, he couldn't help coughing out a mouthful of blood, his limbs were already weak, but he didn't hesitate at all, he bit the wooden thorn in his mouth, and rolled Climbed, and ran towards the distance in an extremely embarrassing manner.

The will that has gradually blurred in his mind clearly controls his body, and he wants to find other places to hide while the wind is getting weaker.

But who would have thought that only at this moment of vitality, the wind suddenly became stronger.

It seemed that the wind that was getting smaller just now was just a malicious mockery from the heavens, Qibi Heli snorted, and finally despair emerged in his heart, looking at the dim sky, the day was vast and vast, but he suddenly remembered that after becoming a slave, The third fierce tiger seen in the owner's house.

That's how the elk was treated at the hands of the tiger back then, and they were constantly being played maliciously.

He thought that the life he saw was just the entertainment of the tiger, and when the elk was about to escape from birth, its neck was easily bitten off, and the blood flowed all over the ground. It was the first time he had seen such a ferocious elk. tiger beast.

It is completely different from the cruel wolves in the desert.

Although wolves are cruel, they never play tricks on their prey.

Feeling the strength emerging from his body being wiped away under the strong wind, Qibi Heli was in despair, looking at the high and far sky, he was powerless and unwilling.

When did Changshengtian also have the characteristics of a tiger and beast, and he likes to see the despair of his prey?
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At the same time, in Shaolin Temple.

Mr. Ying stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Wang Anfeng next to him, and lazily said:
"Know what to do?"

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

In front of him stood a huge disc, carved with dragons and phoenixes, which showed the appearance of Qibi Heli struggling in the desert sandstorm.

He recognized this foreign boy.

It was the young man who was chained by that foreign wealthy businessman and should have something to do with Tuoba Yue.

Just now when he and Tuoba Yue returned to the school, the latter was extremely depressed, and left without saying a few words, and left in a hurry. He was feeling helpless in his heart, and was walking towards Fengzilou when he was told by Mr. Ying , quickly came back to the Shaolin Temple, and saw everything Qibi Heli experienced just now.

As he read more and more scriptures, he also knew that Shaolin Temple should be a paradise and a blessed place that only existed in rumors. What happened to the young man in front of him was under the control of the masters, and his life would not be in danger. Therefore, although he was a little anxious, But he has not lost his position, and he can still calm down and listen to the master's account of the whole story.

Knowing that Mr. Ying felt that this young man's aptitude could be cultivated, he had nothing to do, and the opportunity given to this foreign boy was also a test for Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath and looked at the gradually unfolding passage in front of him.

As long as he takes another step forward, he can appear directly in the desert from the Shaolin Temple.

The long sword was not carried behind his back, but held in his palm.Just as he took this step, the scribe suddenly stopped him and said:

"You know what you're going to do?"

Wang Anfeng paused slightly, remained silent, and nodded.

The scribe casually said:

"Remember, this is also an assessment for you. What you have to do is not to save someone, but to subdue him."

"Only if you accept him as a subordinate and teach him martial arts can you truly save him."

"Go."

Mr. Ying said a lot this time, and with a wave of his hand after speaking, Wang Anfeng was directly swallowed by it, and when he was about to disappear, he could hear the Third Master yelling in his ears.

"Remember to do what I say..."

The second sentence has not been heard clearly, and the sight of the wild sand in front of my eyes has turned into a desert.

In Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu gritted his teeth unhappily, and looked at the figure of Mr. Ying, who was eager to try. Seeing this, Wu Changqing felt a headache. In order to prevent him from provoking again, he was so noisy that he could not see Wang Anfeng's performance, so he spoke first ,road:
"Sir, is this incident too early for Feng'er?"

Mr. Ying was silent for a while, instead of mocking him like in the past, he just stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the sky in the distance. After a while, he opened his mouth and said in a calm voice:

"morning?"

"Sooner or later he will take this path, sooner or later, what difference does it make?"

The voice was long and tired, and it seemed to be just an old man's illusion. When he was stunned, he saw Hong Luoyu's eyes looking at the scribes became more and more unfriendly. His heart suddenly jumped, and he didn't show any abnormality. He said with a smile, "Mr. Turning to look at the thief, he stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"But speaking of it, the things you taught Feng'er, the thief, are quite different."

"It's quite surprising to the old man."

When Hong Luoyu saw Wu Changqing mentioning himself, he was startled for a while, then he became complacent, raised his chin, and said with a smug smile:

"That's not it."

"You know, in our line of business, if you want to become famous in the Jianghu, you can't be low-key, you can be poor at your hands, but this row of noodles is a must, what is it? The ostentation, the air..."

Seeing the latter shaking his head, as if he had forgotten the intention of provoking Mr. Ying, the old man heaved a sigh of relief, and watched him speak with a smile, with two emotions in his heart.

Although the thief often speaks rudely, but this character is really easy to deal with.

Before this thought dissipated, the scholar in blue sneered, looked at him sideways, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and spit out a word:
"Sao."

Hong Luoyu's body trembled as if being bitten by lightning, and then he flew into a rage, turned his head to look at the scribe over there, and said:

"What did you say to the surname Win? You beep——, I told you..."

"What kind of good do you think you are? Just now, you shot that bastard, saying that you were thinking about your character, or did you want to torture him for fun?"

The scribe sneered at the corner of his mouth, his voice was slightly cold, and he said:
"What did you say?"

Hong Luoyu took a step back, no longer being aggressive, but put on a mocking look, performed lightness kung fu, and floated back and forth in front of the scribes, saying:
"Yo, yo, are you getting angry from embarrassment?"

"Hit me, don't use authority if you have the ability, hit me, come on, a little bit..."

Wu Changqing sighed, stopped looking over there, and put the corks into his ears in unison with Yuan Ci, turned to look at Wang Anfeng's situation, and vaguely heard some kind of scream and the sound of his face rubbing against the rock vigorously, Quan pretended that he had never heard it, and only murmured in his heart:

"Indeed..."

"It's easy to deal with."

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