With the loud noise of the flying boat landing, a large piece of sand was stirred.

In the dusty sky, Qiao Zhifang walked out of the flying boat crashed into a mess.

He had messy hair, dry lips, and sand all over his face, staggering on the yellow sand and falling after a few steps.

The hot yellow sand was buried in the face, and Qiao Zhifang yelled, yelled, and took a few breaths before he gasped and got up from the ground. He experienced hardships in the desert, and the real element was almost exhausted. No, you can only go to the ancient city step by step.

The shadow of the city wall finally covered Qiao Zhifang, and he was leaning against the city wall for a while. He looked up and looked inside. It was a dilapidated city wall, a silent road, and the ground was covered with layers of yellow sand...

Qiao Zhifang's face covered with yellow sand, frowning tightly, his flying boat was completely broken. If he couldn't see anyone else, he might have missed the North Desert Dabi, more seriously, maybe even this desert. went……

No matter, hide and talk.

Qiao Zhifang lifted his foot and walked into the ancient city.

brush!

An extremely domineering fist came with a blast of wind...

The boxing wind was violent, and a sudden "boom" made a bang, followed by a gust of wind, rolling Qiao Zhifang, tracing an arc in the air, and shoveling into the desert.

The accident happened so suddenly that when Qiao Zhifang struggled to stand up, his brain was a little bit dazed. This punch was enough to tear the sky and smash the earth. Fear of light is the fist coming from the attack, enough to penetrate his entire body.

Qiao Zhifang was shocked and angry, and the world turned upside down, and he gradually saw the people who appeared at the gate of the city.

"Everyone in this ancient city can enter, but the disciples of Lingxiao Gate cannot enter..."

In the middle of the city gate, Pang Tong stood in the middle of the gate. He had a black costume, high hair, inexpressible cold domineering, and a pair of star-like eyes looking at Qiao Zhifang outside.

Lin Fei, Wang Lingguan and Zhou Yun heard the movement and hurried over. They frowned when they saw that the two disciples were holding each other.

"Return to a Pavilion!"

Qiao Zhiqian was embarrassed. He could see clearly the person who flew himself. His face was flushed suddenly, and his heart was filled with anger.

Lingxiao Gate and Guiyi Pavilion are recognized rivals in Northland.

Speaking of it, Guiyi Pavilion is a way to temper itself, resist all and resist everything with its body, while Lingxiao Gate is a school of cultivating sects, and the means of refining magical and magical instruments are extremely amazing. The magic weapon, it can be said that the two schools have taken completely different paths, but the origin of the two is quite deep. It can be said that it is a past tens of thousands of years ago.

Tens of thousands of years ago, a young disciple in Lingxiao Gate encountered an unexpected encounter, pushing his own intrepidity to the extreme. It was comparable to a magic weapon and was a blockbuster in the north. The master of this disciple coveted his disciples' adventures and wanted to use his disciple's body to make a magic weapon. The result was no harm, but he was beaten to death by a disciple. This incident shocked the entire Lingxiao Gate.

Although Lingxiao Gate was just a small school that had just developed, it dealt with the incident very quickly, and immediately decided to abolish the disciple and cultivate it.

The disciple was also a ruthless person, and he went out of Lingxiao Gate that day and set up a new school.

This disciple is the ancestor of the Yiyi Pavilion.

Since the establishment of the faction, it has been at odds with the Lingxiao Pavilion. Over the thousands of years, hatred has accumulated and it is difficult to eliminate it. When the two disciples meet, they will inevitably die.

If they are not located in the ten major schools in the north, they have many common interests. I am afraid that the two factions have already killed you.

Qiao Zhifang didn't expect that his luck was so bad that he actually met the people who belonged to the Yige Pavilion here. Normally, when the two disciples met, they would fight each other, not to mention the fierce competition in the North Desert...

Today, if someone changes Qiao Zhifang out, maybe he will all seek benefits and avoid harm. He will spend a few days outside and wait for the northern dust storm to stop before planning...

But now the people who are in the same court will not let him into the city, the nature is different.

Qiao Zhifang's teeth were clenched, his eyes fixed on Pang Tong, who was stuck in the door, a anger burst from his chest, he stood up, and walked up to the door of the ancient city.

Pang Tong moved his wrist and looked at Qiao Zhifang indifferently.

Qiao Zhifang was unimpressed. Although he was at a disadvantage at the moment, it was absolutely impossible for the people in the same cabinet to let him lose.

Seeing that Pang Tong was going to punch out again, Wang Ling's official body moved and wanted to get ahead, but Lin Fei patted his shoulder.

"Brother Wang." Lin Fei pressed and held Wang Lingguan for disciples outside the city, and gently shook his head: "The storm will not erode here. Even outside the ancient city, you can rest."

Wang Lingguan glanced at Lin Fei, and his heart was strangely strange. He could hear that Lin Fei was persuading himself not to control the disciples of Lingxiaomen outside the door.

but why? According to Lin Fei's character, Pang Tong should not be overbearing...

However, as brothers of the same discipline, Wang Lingguan naturally stood on Lin Fei's side and would not argue with outsiders. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he listened to Lin Fei's words and stopped paying attention.

"Brother Wang! I am Qiao Zhifang, a disciple of Lingxiao Gate. Now my flying boat is badly damaged and I can no longer drive. I also ask my brother to help the younger brother once."

Qiao Zhifang saw the storm at the gate of the city and recognized the Wangling Palace, so before walking into the gate, he yelled at Wang Lingguan and said, he is not ignorant of Pang Tong’s power, although he is not in his heart, he will not take himself Life and adventure suddenly rushed into the city gate, can only find foreign aid.

"Brother Wang, my Lingxiaomen and Wen Jianzong have always been good friends, and everyone in this ancient city can enter. Why can't I enter? It's too much to be bullied by one court! Please also ask your brother to lend a helping hand, the younger brother will certainly not forget in the future Brother’s grace today!"

Qiao Zhifang's chest fluctuated violently, and his eyes looked forward to Wangling Palace and others with expectation.

Pang Tong stood at the gate of the city, his attitude was very obvious, he would never let Qiao Zhifang enter the city, he was tall, although he didn't use a sword, he carried a sharp sense of sharpness, and his attitude was overbearing and arrogant.

Qiao Zhifang has already moved out of school, and it’s not good if he ignores it completely...

Lin Fei thought for a while and said to Qiao Zhifang: "Well, I'll fix the flying boat for you. You'll rest just outside the city."

Qiao Zhifang saw that Wang Ling Palace did not answer his own words, and his heart cooled a little. His green muscles burst on the back of his hand and shook his head, saying: "The true spirit of my flying boat has been broken and cannot be repaired."

"How serious is it?"