Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 358 Junior Brother is using his waist to exchange for magic weapon again (5)

For some reason, Xing Chen felt that this statement was both warm and strange.

Fu Jun looked very hopeful and happy. It seemed that he really loved alchemy.

Elder Yueci must be very pleased to have such a disciple.

Xing Chen looked at Xuan Luo's expectant eyes, nodded slightly, grinned and said, "Okay."

Xing Chen didn't believe that an elder who was rare in the world would go to such great lengths to ask another elder for a nobody like him who didn't even have spiritual power.

It might be because Fu Jun stayed in the alchemy room all year round and had no contact with people or things outside, so he had a kind of pure innocence.

In his eyes, everything seems to become the thing itself, much simpler, without any other things attached.

In fact, it is not that simple. The elders deal with each other based on personal relationships. It is impossible to solve the problem by just saying a few words.

In Lingtian Sect, the only one who can say whatever he wants and no one dares to disobey him is Elder Cangming on Qingyun Peak.

It’s all personal relationships between everyone else.

Xing Chen didn't want to tell Fu Jun about these annoying things now. He would know them naturally when the time came.

The wind in the desert was getting stronger and stronger, and on their left side, a wall of sand was slowly spreading towards them from the horizon.

Xuan Luo turned his head to look over, "It's a sandstorm, Xingchen, should we run desperately into the ancient city now?"

It is impossible to control the sword in the Xu Luo realm, so it really requires everyone's physical strength.

The last batch of disciples who came in like them had also rushed towards the ancient city, leaving them far behind.

Xing Chen turned his head and looked in the direction where the sandstorm was coming.

"You can't get in." He said softly.

Can't get in.

The Sword Tomb, as the first stop after entering Xu Luo Realm, is both close at hand and far away in the horizon.

It is close because the ancient city is right in front of us. If it can be seen with the naked eye, it is not too far away.

It is far because although the distance seems not too far, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to cross it.

As far as Xing Chen knows, the difficulties that block everyone's progress in the several places in the Xuluo Mirror are different each time.

Take the sword tomb as an example. Sometimes when everyone was running, a river with huge waves suddenly appeared in front of them.

Those disciples who couldn't stop fell directly into the river.

Sometimes a dense pack of wolves suddenly appeared and pounced on the crowd.

He could tear off a disciple’s neck with one bite.

Sometimes they would suddenly get lost while walking, the ancient city would disappear, and they would just keep going around in circles.

After a long time, they will die of thirst.

……

Many disciples of Lingtian Sect had already stopped at this first hurdle, used up their life-saving talismans, and were forced to withdraw.

Many people have come here many times, but have never seen what the sword tomb really looks like.

What stopped them this time was a deadly sandstorm.

They would be trapped in the storm for three days.

Three days later, the desert became clear and crisp, as if the sandstorm had never happened, and the ancient city suddenly adjusted to the direction behind them.

"Why?" Xuan Luo asked with great interest, a faint smile on his lips.

Xing Chen couldn't explain it to him in detail, so he just said vaguely: "There must be a reason why so many people stop in front of the sword tomb every year. It's impossible to let everyone in so easily."

Xuan Luo didn't ask any more questions, but nodded understandingly, "That makes sense."

Seeing that he didn't dig deeper into the matter, Xing Chen's favorability towards him increased a little.

He was afraid of troublesome people, but Fu Jun was not troublesome at all.

"A sandstorm is coming. Since we can't enter the ancient city, we must find a place to hide first."

Xing Chen remembered that in his previous life he followed everyone and ran towards the ancient city. After running in the desert for a long time, the ancient city was still standing far away on the horizon.

He is a mortal, has no experience, and no spiritual power, so he never relies on luck.

He fell behind everyone else and was the first one to think of finding shelter first.

Later, as he moved forward, he discovered some caves hidden behind the sandstone on the other side.

He looked at the dust in the sky at that time. The dust seemed to be farther away than the ancient city, and seemed to be moving much slower than him, who was the slowest.

In this situation, anyone else would have continued on their way to the ancient city, but he stopped cautiously and decided to check if there was any cave he passed by that could hide someone.

He walked forward and checked along the way. Most of the caves he encountered were too small. It was just that the sandstone was slightly concave due to years of erosion by wind and sand.

Later, he actually discovered a cave with a remote entrance. The place inside was very large and dry.

He stood there, taking note of the terrain around him, and continued on his way.

But not long after walking, the dust that was originally moving slowly suddenly accelerated silently.

By the time he noticed it, the yellow dust had already covered half of the sky. Without hesitation, he ran towards the cave behind him.

By the time he reached the turning point, the sandstorm was already in sight.

He looked back and saw that all the sect disciples in the distance were running back, probably because they had not found a hiding place up ahead.

He was worried about Yan Qianqian at that time, and did not return to the cave even when the sandstorm was overhead. He took off his patched coat, walked backwards, and shouted to the people behind him that there was a cave where they could hide.

The wind and sand covered his mouth and nose. He spat out sand mouthful by mouthful, but still insisted on waiting until Yan Qianqian and the others arrived before taking them into the cave.

Although the others were also covered in yellow sand, they at least covered their mouths and noses with clothes. Only he had sand all over his nose and mouth, looking miserable.

On that occasion, many of the other elders' fellow disciples sincerely thanked him. The sandstorm was so terrible that everyone felt fortunate to have survived the calamity.

However, his favorite disciples all thought that what he did was justified, and no one said a word of gratitude to him.

When Xing Chen recalled this, he wanted to slap himself.

Being a blind bootlicker deserves to be struck by lightning!

He put his mood in a good mood and said to Xuan Luo: "Let's go. Let's go forward and see if there is a cave where we can hide."

The two of them walked forward quickly. Xing Chen and Xuan Luo symbolically looked for a few caves on the way forward, and then went straight to their hiding place in the previous life.

After they entered the rocky cave, Xing Chen deliberately walked around slowly inside for a long time, under the pretext of seeing what the environment was like.

Xuan Luo listened to him in everything and just followed him with a smile on his face.

When Xing Chen finally finished watching and came out, he saw, as he had wished, that there was a strong wind outside and dust was everywhere.