The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

Zhang Hao carried Yaer by the collar, and after an hour of running wildly, he finally got away from the center of the storm. Even so, the wind at the tail of the wind is still terrifyingly strong, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky, as long as one mouth, one mouthful of sand will definitely be poured into it. Slightly larger grains of sand hit the face, it will make people feel hot and painful.

The entire sky was covered by sand, and the surrounding scenery was darkened, as if night had fallen, coupled with the sound of howling ghosts and wolves, it seemed as if they had entered the underworld. Lisi'er has been lying behind Zhang Hao, with her hands around Zhang Hao’s neck and her legs wrapped around Zhang Hao’s waist. This fragrant movement is a last resort. She is a chaotic body, without weight, and is always floating. In the air, if it does not, it will definitely be swept away by the hurricane. Although Lisi'er is a magician and can hold up a barrier to block hurricanes, it is a foolish act to sacrifice a magic barrier in such a terrifying storm. It is tantamount to increasing her own wind resistance area in strong winds. Dead end.

And although the wind enchantment can neutralize the whirlwind created by the wind-falling demon magic, because it is a magic element, naturally there is no problem, but the hurricane caused by the natural air flow is not something ordinary magic enchantment can absorb and neutralize, even if Casting a magic enchantment, in this case, has little effect. There has always been a question in the magic world, why the wind or fire magic created by magic can be neutralized by the enchantment, but the wind, lightning or flame produced by nature itself cannot be offset.

The same is true for Zhang Hao. Although he can turn magic into flames, he can't do it with ordinary fires. At most, it can be wiped out with a palm, and it is not a neutralization.

Zhang Hao is now in painful torment again, but Lisi'er seems very happy, and she keeps laughing.

"There seems to be a caravan ahead!" Lisi'er said suddenly. In normal times, her eyesight is not as good as Zhang Hao, but in this state, Zhang Hao is inferior to her. The yellow sand flying in the sky didn't seem to hinder her sight. Similar to the little dragon girl Denise, her eyes also have special abilities, although they are not as useful as Denise.

Zhang Hao rushed forward, but the wind on the edge of the desert storm made him show signs of instability in the bottom of the ladder cloud. If it were in the center of the storm, it would definitely blow people up.

There is not one caravan ahead, but three caravans in total. There are nearly a hundred people, and there are more than forty camels alone. They came together because they wanted to avoid the storm. The merchants tied themselves and the camels to each other with ropes, so as to avoid being blown away by the wind.

The sudden appearance of Zhang Hao surprised everyone in the caravan, because they all could see that Zhang Hao had come out of the center of the storm, a foreign youth who seemed to have just grown up. There was a black youth of the race in his hand. It was a miracle that such a combination, without a camel beside him, could walk out of the storm unharmed. Walking in the desert, especially when the desert is windy. And without a camel, death is no different.

The businessmen were surprised that Zhang Hao still looked relaxed in this situation. He was not like them at all. He was about to stand unstable. Someone threw two ropes at Zhang Hao and shouted: "Young man, quickly pull the rope. When tied, the wind will be even stronger for a while, and if you are blown away, no one can save you."

Although their voices have changed in the flow of the stroke. But Zhang Hao still understood. Take the rope and wave to the other side to thank you. The two quickly tied the thick rope around their waists and tied a slipknot.

"Teacher, was your fast and elegant running just now martial arts or magic?" Yar pulled away the black kerchief used to block the sand and asked Zhang Hao loudly. In the storm, the voice seemed very small, and it was only Zhang. Hao can hear it.

"Martial skill!" Zhang Hao's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly transmitted to Aldi in the wind: "This is a very advanced martial skill, you still can't learn it, no, maybe you I can't learn it in a lifetime."

"Teacher, is it because I'm too stupid?" Yar was very disappointed. He liked the feeling of driving fast.

Zhang Hao shook his head: "It's none of your business. You can learn magic first. When you become a great magician and learn advanced flying skills, it's not much worse than mine."

"Hmm!" Yar nodded heavily. Although he was disappointed, he was not greedy. He was already content to be a great magician.

As the desert merchant said, the storm is getting bigger and bigger, and there seems to be no sign of stopping, and the storm started from the north, and has been slowly advancing to the south. Therefore, the caravan can only move to the south, hoping to avoid this time. Desert storm. The storm has been blowing for several days without stopping, and the caravan has been forced to move south. On the way, one or two caravans join the group every day. On the seventh day, the caravan now gathers for shelter from the wind. There are already more than a dozen teams, and the number of teams has exceeded thousands.

Everyone is cursing because they want to escape the storm. They have not slept well for several days. They can only sleep for one or two hours a day at most. They must continue on their way, otherwise they will follow the storm not far behind. The center will swallow them. Everyone's eyes are dark and bloodshot. People are particularly prone to get angry if they are not in good spirits. There are dozens of small-scale group fights in the team every day. There was a caravan that left a deep impression on Zhang Hao. Their head was a middle-aged man with a rough face in the sand of an ordinary desert ethnicity, but there was a missing piece in the lower lip of his right mouth, exposing the right side of the mouth. Big canine teeth, out of thin air gives people a sense of aggressiveness. This small caravan with only more than twenty people never used weapons when it was in a group. It only used fists to overturn the desert scimitar soldiers armed to their teeth with three times the number of their own, without any damage to each other. The cooperation between them can be said to be inextricable. They start looking for people's weaknesses and weaknesses, and fight for one move to make the other party lose their combat effectiveness. The combat style is like a group of well-trained special forces.

This desert storm was too strange. Not only was the moving speed extremely slow, but also the time was too long. This situation was the first time it appeared in the desert. At noon on the seventh day, Lisi'er, who Zhang Hao had been carrying on his back, suddenly said : "There is something wrong with the storm this time. I feel strange magical fluctuations in the center of the storm in the distance."

"Weird fluctuations in magic power?" Zhang Hao asked doubtfully: "You can't even feel that it is the fluctuations in magic power?"

"It can be confirmed that it is wind magic, but the fluctuation is very strange, sometimes and sometimes, it has always been very weak. I was not sure some time ago, thinking it was my own illusion." Lisi sighed: "I can be sure now. This storm is mostly man-made, perhaps by a magician whose strength is above me."

Zhang Hao felt incredible, and whispered behind him: "The strength is above you? How could it be possible, unless it is a god, you have survived for thousands of years after all, I think, besides god, you should be the strongest in the world. Is your magician?"

In Zhang Hao’s impression, age is directly proportional to strength. His grandfather, in his 70s, is a first-class and first-class master of the world, the great sacrifice of the elves, and he is both proficient in the realm of wind and the realm of nature. The beauty Stephanie also has a very strong strength, and Zhang Hao was stunned by her unintentionally exposed hand in the air.

Lisi'er is a descendant of the magic kingdom. It is reasonable to say that only gods can live longer than her. Therefore, in Zhang Hao's heart, in addition to gods, there are also dragons known as the nemesis of the magician, and they are likely to defeat Li. Si'er, now she heard that someone's magical attainments were even better than Lisi'er, and she was surprised.

"Could this be the **** punishment in the legend?" Zhang Hao does not believe in gods. He believes that the so-called'gods' in this world should be powerful individuals whose strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people, just like the Yin and Shang period in ancient China. There are many people who cultivate and become immortals. The gods of this world should be similar, but they are all standing high on the top of the pyramid, which is rare for ordinary people to see.

"Absolutely not. He used wind magic to subtly change the direction of wind in nature. In theory, I can also do it. Over the past few thousand years, my knowledge of magic theory has reached the point where it is second only to gods, but actual combat experience But it's too far away! That's why I was frightened by that nasty black dragon last time. If I do it again, I will definitely be able to play with it like a bug." Lisi'er said unwillingly.

"No experience in magic combat?" Zhang Hao felt unbelievable: "In the past ten thousand years, you haven't used magic to participate in battle?"

"Of course not!" Lisi'er looked particularly aggrieved: "Most of the people who can see me are fighters. They can only provide me with fighting spirit for me to survive in this world in this form. The magicians that occasionally appear, their The magic power is still not enough for them to use, let alone there is extra magic power for me to squander, there is no theoretical knowledge and strong spiritual power, but it is useless, and finally you are a mobile magic library, who thought The first real battle was actually a grown-up high-level dragon, even if the goddess of wisdom had sheltered without dying!"

Zhang Hao can only smile bitterly, the mobile magic library, this title is really awkward, but the giant dragon is really strong, he can only cut off one of its paws with a full blow~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The storm seems to be calming down. Up! "Yar pulled off his mask. He saw Zhang Hao talking to himself all the way. Although he couldn't hear what he was saying, he knew that as a beginner disciple, the teacher's words and deeds naturally had no ulterior motives. Ordinary people like him can understand.

The wind and sand subsided, the fine sand floating in the air became less and less, and the vision gradually became clear.

Zhang Hao used internal force to bounce off the dust on his clothes, raising a small piece of yellow flying dust.

"Look, what is that!" A horrified cry suddenly came from the front of the team, and Zhang Haoshun saw nothing but the yellow sand.

"My God, it's a purple mist. We actually reached the desert death place. Run away!" There was a neat gasp from the team, and anxiety spread quickly.

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