Huang Ting

Chapter 358 Hitchhiking

South China, Liupanshui, Biyou Village, Xinjie, Twelve Shanggenqi.

Zhang Chulan collected information about Ma Xianhong and his group without much effort.

It's not because of his ability to collect intelligence or make excuses, but because Ma Xianhong, who claims to be the leader of the New Jie Church and has inherited the Eight Magic Skills and Divine Machinery, is just too enthusiastic.

It was just the first meeting, and he introduced the situation of everyone on his side to Zhang Chulan without any precautions. He even knew that Zhang Chulan was an employee who had access to everywhere. The purpose of coming to the desert this time was not pure.

Despite the situation, he still invited him to join his team and enter the desert with them.

The enthusiasm made Zhang Chulan feel a little guilty.

Isn’t this the so-called new leader? He’s so innocent, it makes me feel guilty.

It's just that if you don't shake the green lotus, it will still be the unshakable green lotus. Shake it, and the guilt will disappear like dew.

Zhang Chulan asked Ma Xianhong: "What is your purpose?"

"Of course it's the same as you, for Hu Xiuwu." Ma Xianhong resented it, "Just because of the Eight Wonders and Jiashen, we, the so-called remnants of Jiashen, have suffered a lot."

"We are compatriots and should unite. We should unite and work together to deal with those who have designs on the secrets of Jiashen and the Eight Wonders we possess."

"I'm here just to help Hu Xiuwu. It's very dangerous for him to get together with a Quanxing person."

"I just didn't expect that I met you first. Chu Lan, come on! Join us and join Biyou Village!"

Ma Xianhong was like a pyramid scheme leader, tempting Zhang Chulan to join his team.

But unlike the MLM leader, Zhang Chulan could see that Ma Xianhong was not lying to him, he truly believed from the bottom of his heart that this was the right thing to do.

So, so naive!

'If I could change the direction of things by myself, then Wudang would not have driven the king down the mountain, and the Heavenly Master would not have tried to use the Heavenly Master to trap me in the mountain.'

'Also, why do you think Hu Xiuwu needs your help? You are not familiar with him. Isn't this Ma Xianhong a little too ignorant?'

Zhang Chulan had a touched and somewhat moved expression on her face, but she actually didn't agree with it in her heart.

However, neither he nor Sister Baoer had any experience in traveling in the desert. It would be difficult to catch up with Hu Xiuwu who had set off early by just using ordinary travel methods.

He happened to meet Ma Xianhong and his group. Since he was sure of catching up with Hu Xiuwu, he might as well follow Ma Xianhong's idea and take a ride.

He had already made an agreement with Feng Baobao on the plane. After entering the desert and meeting Quan Xing, if there was any accident, he would just hug his uncle Hu Xiuwu's thigh and surrender.

Based on Zhang Chulan's understanding of Hu Xiuwu, Hu Xiuwu would not do anything to them as long as they obeyed and did not confront Hu Xiuwu.

Zhang Chulan was determined in his mind, but he frowned and made an embarrassed expression: "But I am a person who knows everything, so I still have to think about it. At least I must first find my uncle Hu Xiuwu and ask

Find out more and then make a decision.”

Ma Xianhong waved his hand: "No problem, just follow us! Together we will definitely rescue Hu Xiuwu."

I'll go, he agreed immediately, it was so easy to talk to!

Zhang Chulan suddenly felt like he was lying to a child.

'Just to save my uncle, you are a bit pretentious.'

After spending only a few hours with Ma Xianhong, Zhang Chulan already had a rough understanding of Ma Xianhong's temperament.

He is arrogant, cynical, and stubborn, but he is also old-fashioned, warm-hearted, and values ​​friendship.

Due to his awkward personality, once he thinks that someone should be his friend, he will ignore the other person's attitude and blindly treat others in his own way.

This kind of ignorant way of making friends can easily make people disgusted.

Just like a young couple who have only confirmed their relationship for a few days, one party tries to get closer, joins the other party's friend circle, and even becomes the leader of the other party's friend circle, in an attempt to make the other party their property.

Regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, this kind of behavior is disgusting and even avoids you.

However, this time, Ma Xianhong's shortcoming happened to be used by Zhang Chulan.

Although not everyone among Ma Xianhong’s top players approves of Zhang Chulan’s joining the team.

But Ma Xianhong still insisted on going his own way and let Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao join the team in Biyou Village.

Wearing a peaked cap and glasses, with a very low sense of presence, Shanggengji, who introduced himself as Zhang Kun, drove a rented seven-seater van and took the remaining dozen or so people to the desert.

"Fortunately, the two big guys Hari Chagai and Jin Yong didn't come this time, otherwise this small car really wouldn't be able to accommodate all of us."

Ma Xianhong was sitting in the passenger seat, but turned his head to talk to Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan's smile has become stiff and deformed.

A dozen people crammed into a seven-seater van would naturally not be very comfortable.

The four girls in the team were crowded together in a row. Feng Baobao was sitting next to the car window. Next to him were the only two girls in Biyou Murakami, the violent lolita Liu Wukui, and the tall swordsman Fu Rong.

In addition, sitting at the edge of the first row was an expressionless, doll-like Judy.

'This Judy seems to be a later generation like us. Judging from the performances of Fu Rong and Liu Wukui, they are not very familiar with this Judy.'

Zhang Chulan and the others were squeezed into the two rows at the back, sitting with half their buttocks in the air, analyzing the situation of the people in front of them in order to divert their attention.

But this method did not make him feel better.

For a moment, he even doubted whether his choice was correct. If this group of people planned to drive this car into the desert, he would definitely call the other temporary workers without saying a word and ask for help.

Fortunately, after the van drove out of the city, it stopped in a no-man's land beside the highway.

As soon as the car stopped, it was like a Coke bottle that stopped shaking. Everyone rushed out of the van impatiently. It was obvious that Zhang Chulan was not the only one who felt uncomfortable.

"Ugh~, you Zhang Kun, no wonder you volunteered to be my driver on the plane today. Didn't you already think of this?"

Wearing the old-fashioned short coarse cloth clothes often seen on TV and worn by warriors in the Republic of China, the man with silver-white hair got out of the van and grabbed Zhang Kun by the collar, shaking him wildly to vent his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Kun smiled innocently and did not fight back.

Anyway, the benefits have been obtained, so let Qiu Rang vent his anger.

"Okay, Qiu Rang, take out the stronghold, we have to go on our way."

"Yes!" Qiu Rang listened to Ma Xianhong's words very much and regarded them as if they were imperial edicts. He was also the only weapon refiner here who had the talent to refine weapons and was taught the magic machine and the Hundred Refinements by Ma Xianhong.

Qiu Rang took out a red and yellow bead the size of a table tennis ball from his pocket, with a speculum attached to it.

Zhang Chulan asked: "What is that?"

Ma Xianhong explained: "That is the bite bag, which is a storage magic weapon made based on the idea of ​​Xumi Mustard Seed."

"You can put dead objects or unconscious creatures in it. If you like it, I can give you one."

Ma Xianhong casually took out a bag and threw it to Zhang Chulan.

"This is too precious."

Zhang Chulan was caught off guard and hurriedly caught the capsule.

He is no longer the young boy who first entered the alien world. He knows how precious the stored magical artifact is.

It would take an ordinary weapon refiner several months to successfully refine such a storage magic weapon. Even if there is not much inside, it can be called a rare treasure.

But Ma Xianhong just gave it to himself plainly.

Rich man! Big fat sheep!

Ma Xianhong didn't care about this, and waved his hand for Zhang Chulan to accept it: "Everyone here has one of these things. For other weapon refiners, it may be very difficult to practice, but for those who have mastered the magic machine and hundreds of refinements,

According to the master, it can be made in a matter of seconds."

The magic machine is refined,

Zhang Chulan felt something in his heart. This was already the fifth Eight Miracle Skills he had heard of. Like Hu Xiuwu's Tongtianlu and Feng Tianyang's Jilingjiang Jiang, they were the pinnacles of their respective types of skills.

Qiu Rang raised the capsule and took out the items stored in the capsule.

boom boom,

The object he took out was so huge that when it fell on the desert, it sounded like a loud bell and kicked up layers of sand and dust.

Under layers of sand curtains, one could only vaguely see the hazy silhouette of a huge creature, like a mirage.

After the strong desert wind blew away the sand and dust, the magic weapon Qiu Rang took out was revealed.

Feng Baobao's big eyes were as wide as grapes. He looked up and exclaimed without emotion: "Wow!"

It was a strange-shaped lucky ship. This strange ship was fully fifty meters long. It did not have a deck that an ordinary ship should have. It had three simple towers with cornices, extending from the bow to the stern.

It is said to be a boat, but it is more like a boat built after a boat in garden architecture.

Qiu Rang was very satisfied with Zhang Chulan's stunned look and proudly introduced: "This is our new mobile vehicle built by the leader and I."

“Biyu Dazhai.”

(End of chapter)