Feeling the fluctuation of the source energy in the early stage of the fourth level of Zilong's body, the tall monk exclaimed:

"The little brother is young but he is already a cultivator in the early stage of the fourth level. He is so powerful."

Zilong nodded and smiled silly, looking like he didn't dare to be it or dare to be it.

Then, Zilong took out the stored dry food, jerky and sake from the storage ring and shared it with the two of them.

Zilong knew that he would stay in the danla for a long time, so in addition to the nearly one month of food and drinking water prepared by Chuchu and Xiuxiu, Zilong also secretly walked away, using the Tianfa Taoist's Heavenly Level Storage Ring, and prepared three months of food, drinking water and twenty bags of danla liquor... It can be said that Zilong's material reserves are quite sufficient. Even if he does not hunt in the danla, the things in the storage ring can live for less than half a year.

Two monks, one high and one low, hurriedly took the food and drinking water that Zilong had taken from the storage ring, and then started to swallow it.

Looking at the eating behavior of the two, Zilong couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled, but when he put himself in his shoes, they were really unlucky.

This drought desert is different from the other three areas in the dala. It can be said that it is impossible to get enough water and there is no beast. In addition to the two legs, the remaining living creatures are small poisons like marrow-eating sand scorpions. In addition to the deadly wind and sand and dry weather, in such a ghost place, once food and water are gone, even a fourth-level monk will find it difficult to live for half a month.

Thinking of this, Zilong took out some bacon, big cakes and two bags of drinking water from the storage ring, and collected half a month dry food for the two of them, wrapped it in a cloth bag and gave it to them.

The two of them, who were still eating voraciously, looked at each other when they saw the dry food and water sent by Zilong, and then the low monk spoke first and said uneasy:

"Little brother, how can you be so embarrassed?"

Zilong said with a relaxed expression on his face:

"I have prepared more dry food and water, and the rest should be enough for me to get out of the drought desert. You can take these."

"That's true... Thank you little brother."

"Little brother is a good person!"

...

Listening to the praise of the two, Zilong waved his hand and said with a sarcastic smile:

"It's all fellow monks. It's no big deal if you have the ability to help me."

"Little brother, it's a good thing."

The low monk spoke and said:

"In the next road, Lu Kengmeng, the nickname next to me is Zhang Qipeng. We were originally a fellow villager. We happened to meet him while exploring this desert without chance. But we didn't expect to meet such a scoundrel. Alas, let's not talk about this, haven't you asked my little brother's name yet?"

"My name is Zhao Cirong."

"By the way, who is the scoundrel who robs you? It's a bit too much to steal all people in this drought desert." Zilong asked curiously.

Listening to Zilong's question, the two of them looked at each other again, and then lowered the monk and said:

"We don't know why that scoundrel wanted to steal us, but I guess that scoundrel is probably a gangster."

"Repair bandit?"

"The so-called bandits are bandits who specialize in robbing monks in places like the dala. I have heard before that there are three types of people entering the dala. The first is an ordinary monk who thinks of us who have no background and want to come here to find opportunities. The second is a "princeling" who comes here to experience it, just like the group of people from Aoki Academy.

The third type of people is the cultivator. They come to the place where monks gather, not to find opportunities by themselves, but to rob other monks through various means and obtain the opportunities they get from the hands of other monks. Even if these robbed people do not get any opportunities and seize their storage rings, they may have unexpected discoveries."

Listening to the explanation of the low monk, Zilong muttered the words several times. This was the first time he heard this word.

"What kind of cultivation level is the robber who robs your storage ring? Is it the fifth-level king?" Zilong asked again.

The tall monk scratched his head and recalled:

"I remember that man seemed to have only the fourth-level late-stage cultivation level."

"The fourth-level late-stage cultivation level? Have you two snatched?" Zilong was stunned.

"That guy is very evil. I don't know what evil way he used, but he set up a quicksand trap. I and the monsters touched his way." The low monk sighed regretfully.

"I can't forget his face, don't let us see him again in the dala!" said the tall monk indignantly.

Listening to the descriptions of the two, Zilong swallowed and murmured softly:

"Ugly...Eight Eccentrics? Quicksand?"

After thinking for a while, Zilong's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have suddenly understood something.

"Brother Cirong, what are you talking about?"

Zilong waved his hand and said evasively:

"No, nothing. I have to read a while, so I won't accompany you. This is a good place to hide from the wind and sand. The two fellow Taoists can do it themselves."

After Zilong said goodbye, he turned his head and left. As soon as he walked a few steps, he slapped his head, as if he suddenly remembered something.

Zilong turned around and a wine bag appeared in Zilong's hands at some point.

Zilong threw the wine bag at the two of them:

"The strong wine passes through the intestines, and sorrow never comes again. This is the best danda liquor. Try it, two elder brothers!"

The two took the wine bag and replied excitedly to Zilong:

"Thank you brother!"

Zilong smiled and nodded to the two of them, then came to one side alone, and his fingers bounced from the source of fire, and continued to study the picture of the Five Thunder Booms of the Sky.

The two monks of high and low also came to the other side with cognitive knowledge. While checking the dry food Zilong gave them, they lowered their heads and spoke quietly.

"Brother Meng, what book are these little brother Ci Rong reading?" the tall monk asked in a low voice.

The low monk called Meng Ge replied casually: "Who knows, maybe it is a secret martial arts."

"Brother Meng, this little brother's storage ring is really good."

The low monk raised his head, and the snake light in his eyes lit up:

"Hmph, the top-grade storage ring of the Xuan-level level, do you think it can be installed or not..."

"Hehe, there is another village with dark willows and flowers."

"Shh, whisper, hurry up and rest when you are full, and restore the source of energy."

"I understand, I understand...ah, it's great! This little brother's wine is really good."

"Leave me aside!"

...

On the other hand, Zilong's attention was all focused on the Five Thunder Booming Sky Fist.

Seeing the subtlety, Zilong couldn't help but nodded, looking like he had broadened his horizons to receive teaching.

"It is really worthy of being an advanced martial arts at the Earth level. Just by entering this level, the difficulty of these five thunders is to instantly kill all the Xuan-level martial arts." Zilong sighed silently in his heart.

According to what Tuzha Shang painted, the first step in practicing the Five Thunder Booming Fist is to inject the powerful thunder power transformed by its own original true qi into the five fingers and attach it to the finger bones.

And this seemingly simple description is indeed extremely difficult to implement.

Even if Zilong's source contains thunder, he can only attach the thunder element transformed by the source energy to the surface of his body, and never dare to lure thunder into his body.

Thunder can save people, but they can also kill people.

Like the subtle thunder power in the fifth needle of Zilong Thunder God, it can stimulate people's meridian points and save people. But when this subtle thunder power expands, the irritable power of the thunder element will become a weapon for killing people.

Moreover, no matter how strong a person looks, his body is relatively fragile inside, and rashly attracting thunder into his body is tantamount to suicide.

So the question is, how can we attract lightning into the body without being hurt?

As for such a critical step, there was no introduction to this picture, which made Zilong frown and didn't know how to do it for a while.

Zilong scratched his head and thought for a long time but still couldn't solve it, so he asked the ghost in the black ring for help.

Just listen to the ghost reply directly:

"How to draw thunder into the body without hurting oneself is the basis for practicing the Five Thunder Sky Fist, and it is also the key. The Five Thunder Sky Fist is the strongest inherited martial arts in the Gu family in Leiming City. Do you think outsiders may know it?"

Ghost's answer made Zilong's face very sad. He was stuck in the first step of practicing the Five Thunder Sky Fist. Without solving the problem of how to lure thunder into the body, Zilong had no way to start practicing the Five Thunder Sky Fist.

Time passed by little by little, and Zilong was still thinking about the method of attracting thunder into his body without hurting himself...

Two hours later, Zilong's eyelids stumbled, and a strong sense of sleepiness came.

Due to the bad weather, the dala has been almost all dark in the past, and Zilong cannot tell how long it has passed.

According to the ghost, there is no need to see the sky is dawn and dark, and when you are sleepy, just sleep.

Zilong took Tuza into the storage ring and then lay down to the ground. In just two minutes, there was no movement and he fell into a dream.

Half an hour passed by, and evil winds arose in the dark drought desert.

In a corner of the desert without a chance, a sunken land blocked by large rocks and illuminated by source fire.

A boy was sleeping soundly, and two sneaky people had touched the boy's side.

Under the reflection of the source fire, everyone's faces appeared.

The sleeping boy was Zilong, and the two people who came to Zilong sneakily were the ones who claimed to be Lu Kengmeng and Zhang Qipian.

"Brother Meng, he seems to be sleeping well. Let's take off this kid's storage bin as soon as possible."

Lu Kengmeng, who was standing beside him, changed his previous kind face, and the shadow under the source fire made his face look very terrifying.

"He fell asleep and didn't faint, and he would wake him up."

"What should I do?"

As soon as Zhang Shipian's voice fell, Lu Kengmeng had a long sword in his hand.

"For his good heart, let's do a favor and let him die in his sleep. He can't help but wake up and accept this cruel reality and suffer in the drought desert." Lu Keng's expression was ferocious, and his grinned smiled, showing his sinisterness.

"Hehe, too." The tall Zhang Qipin smiled and also showed a creepy smile.
Chapter completed!