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    The yellow sand is endless.  The strong wind here never ceases all year round, no matter how the world changes, the strong wind here never changes, giving equal cruelty to all visitors.  It was late winter, and the winter desert was bone-chillingly cold, especially in this dark night.  Every grain of sand is like a knife with cold light, slowly cutting people's flesh every time.  In the long yellow sand, a team of people was trekking hard.  There are about ten people in this team, wearing thick warm clothes, and their joints and other key parts are heavily wrapped.  Although they look like they are running away, it is the best way to deal with this kind of weather. At a glance, it is obvious that these ten people are experts in desert exploration.  In previous years, very few people entered the depths of the desert at this time. The desert in late winter is as dangerous as the desert in midsummer and contains unfathomable mysteries.  No matter how many treasures there are in the depths of the desert, they cannot be explored until spring.  But it¡¯s not like it used to be.  ??Looking closely, these men, who are generally trudging away like scavengers, actually have more than twenty years of skill, and a few of them with higher cultivation levels actually have thirty years of skill.  As far as desert treasure hunters are concerned, it is rare for people with this level of cultivation to be able to form a small team. No wonder they dare to travel in such bad weather.  As the saying goes, the stupid bird flies first, and the early bird catches the worm. The harvest of this team looks pretty good. ??????????????? But looking carefully, I feel a little weird.  Because these ten or so people did not return home with a full load of joy, but instead all had sad faces.  Those "masters" with thirty years of skill are not like the team leaders in other places. Not only do they not have any privileges, but they are struggling to pull the cart?  Yes, look carefully, you are indeed pulling a car!  That car is specially made for the desert. It has a sandboard for sand sliding, which can effectively reduce the difficulty of pulling the car.  But even so, the four masters with thirty years of skill were like hard workers in a mine, two pushing, two pulling, one deep and one shallow, all tired and panting but not resting at all.  The masters were pulling the cart very fast, while the inferiors were working hard to keep up with the speed. This treasure hunting team seemed to have no human rights at all.  What¡¯s in the car?  Why are you treated like this?  Cannot be seen, blocked by the strong shell.  The wind and sand crackled on the shell. The shell was like a small cabin, which protected the inside very well.  In the cold night and the harsh environment, these people may have been supposed to rest in their shells, but now they were moving forward at full speed like their buttocks were on fire.  After walking out of the strongest wind area, the cold wind suddenly weakened a lot, and the flying sand and dust also subsided.  Looking up at the sky and looking down at the ground, these senior people who are making a living in the desert are looking at each other, with ulterior motives in mind to do something.  Climbing over a sand dune, a small oasis appeared in front of us.  Looking from a distance, there is a team of about forty people in the oasis, repairing it.  Seeing the team in front, the eyes of more than ten people here burst out with brilliance.  Led by the four people pulling the cart, they shouted in unison, and the ten people abandoned the cart and ran away.  While running desperately, he shouted towards the front: "Someone is coming¡ª¡ª! Someone is coming¡ª¡ª!" The camp not far away immediately became noisy.  The average level of these more than 40 people is actually higher than that of the team pulling the cart just now. It is not uncommon for people with thirty years of skill to do so.  They responded quickly and were well organized. Whether they were on vigil or resting, they all found their positions in a matter of seconds.  Several masters with more than 40 years of skill lifted up their tents and came out. Their eyes were like sharp knives directed at the more than ten people running towards them: "Who rushes to the camp? Anyone who trespasses will die!"  The crossbow was taken out and aimed firmly at the dozen or so people running towards them.  "One of our own, one of our own!" The cart puller who was leading the escape immediately revealed his identity: "Captain, it's me, I'm your squad leader Sun Twenty-four!" "Sun Twenty-four?" He showed off his torch.  , the leader took a closer look, and found that these people who were running over were indeed the fourth squad under his command: "It turns out to be your boy, why did you come back if you didn't go to search for the foreign slaves?" "I went, captain, but who has ever done that?  I thought I met a strange guy just after entering the Dead Desert!" Sun Twenty-four looked back at the car in horror and found that the car was parked safely in place without any movement, so he briefly explained with a little peace of mind: "  As soon as we entered the Dead Desert, we saw a man lying there. When we got closer, he was clearly gasping for breath. We originally wanted to capture him, but we never thought that we were no match for him and he robbed him! " "Huh?" The captain pointed at the car:  "That man is in the car?" "He is in the car! He has not eaten, drank or moved for several days. He is extremely lazy. He just asked us to pull the car and walk outside the desert." "Have you reported your name?"  "Reported!" Zhao Twenty-four nodded hurriedly: "Captain, your name, evenWe all reported your name to him, and we didn¡¯t give him any face at all!  "    "oh?  Besides that damn Jade Rakshasa, who else in this desert dares not to give the master face?  This is strange.  The captain finally confirmed: "What kind of cultivation level does this person have?"  " "Only one level higher than us, with forty years of skill.  Sun Twenty-four swore to the sky: "I will definitely not be your opponent, captain!"  " "Okay, let me see who this guy who doesn't give us face is really!  "The captain was confident. He knew what kind of person Sun Twenty-four was. Whenever there was any trouble, his first priority was to save his life. The guy in the car was really not necessarily that strong. He felt that he was sure of it, but he decided  Come a lion and a rabbit. With a wave of his hand, everyone moved out and surrounded the cart with scimitars and powerful crossbows, including Sun Twenty-four and four others, a total of fifteen.  A master with thirty years of skill, and six masters with more than forty years of skill, such a lineup could have established a small sect that was not weak a few years ago. Sun Twenty-four had it on his face.  With a vicious and happy smile, he felt that the situation was stable. As long as he caught the guy, with the skills of the alien slave group, he could make him regret his life. Several masters surrounded the car, but the car still didn't move.  The captain felt that the guy hiding inside must be trembling with fear and afraid to show his face, so he smiled ferociously and said: "Boy, you dare to move against Mr. Yanguo's team. You are really tired of living. Come on!"  " Whoosh, several claws flew from all around and grabbed the car. With a good hand, the car hood split into pieces. Among the flying debris, I could vaguely see a man lying on the car board. A disaster was imminent, and this man  But there was no intention of thinking about it, and he was so lazy that he didn¡¯t want to move at all. ¡°Drink¡ª¡ª!  "The strong wind roared, and several masters attacked at the same time. The powerful skills, fierce moves, and deadly moves covered all the vital points of the man's body in an instant. In the strong wind blowing in his face, the man did not even open his eyes. " Night sky  There were several crackling sounds, and the shouts of killing quickly turned into screams. Three minutes later, everything subsided, and a lazy voice sounded.  " So the cart set off again. But the cart was no longer pulled by Sun Twenty-four and the others, but by four masters with forty years of skill.
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