It is said that Zilong walked and stopped in the drought desert for another five days.

During these five days, whenever Zilong encountered wind and sand suddenly, he would look for the ground to rest. While consolidating the fourth-level peak realm he had just entered, he was thinking about two things.

One is how to enter the body without any injuries and complete the first step of the Five Thunder Sky Fist.

The two are how to condense the crimson fire of the sun into orange.

Both of these are related to whether Zilong can successfully master a ground-level martial arts. Zilong also devoted all his mind and even ignored how he wanted to get out of this drought-free desert.

But the tricky thing is that Zilong doesn't even know how to try it out about how to enter the body.

Zilong thought to himself that he could not rashly lure into his body and risk the huge risk of being injured in his tibia to explore the method. Although his recovery ability is extremely strong, the damage caused by thunder is likely to be devastating. If it is destroyed, he can only cry.

After weighing the left and right, Zilong finally gave up his research on Thunder entering the body. Because without the guidance of experts, the risk of practicing these Five Thunder Booming Fist would be too great.

So Zilong focused all his attention on how to condense the crimson fire of the sun into orange.

According to ghosts, the Fire of the Flame is divided into five levels. It is judged by color. From weak to strong, it is crimson, orange, golden, pure white, and blue and white, respectively, which correspond to the five stages of the Fire of the Flame from the beginning to the extreme.

The crimson flame fire is just an entry-level entry. Only when Zilong successfully condenses the crimson flame fire into orange can he practice the mysterious earth-level martial arts in the mouth of the ghost.

On this day, Zilong, who was strolling around in the drought desert, suddenly stopped.

In the past two days, whether standing, sitting or walking, Zilong has been thinking about condensed fire in the flames of the sun, and has no intention of thinking about how to get out of the drought-free desert.

So, Zilong found a place to build a nest. Zilong thought to himself that the orange-red flame fire of the sun was condensed without success, so he could not get out of this drought desert.

So Zilong used another pack of Baiyu and scattered it around to protect himself from poisonous insects and poisonous substances, and sneaked into condensed the fire of the flames...

However, when Zilong was concentrating on practicing in the drought desert, it was quite uneasy in the city of Taluo.

Since Zilong, Huang Gongbu and others messed up the chaos of the city of Daluo and left, there has been no peace in the city of Daluo.

The deaths of the two heads of Tuzhai suffered a great blow to Tuzhai, and all the blame was borne by the horse brothel of Shangwu Kiln.

Tuzhai gathered all the strength of the village to punish the Mama in Shangwu Kiln. Originally, the Mamama was supported by Pan's mother, the head of the Qing Kiln Club, and logically, there was no need to be afraid of Tuzhai. But on the second day after the incident, someone came to the city of Daluo.

And this person directly made the senior executives of the Qing Kiln Club surrender. Even the mother Pan, who has always been tough and likes to protect her shortcomings, has disappeared and no longer asked about Ma Qian.

Without Pan's mother's protection, it fell into the hands of the red-eyed and angry Lu Youyi and others. The fate of the horse bust is conceivable.

The day after Ma Qian entered the Tuzhai prison, his body was hung high outside the Tuzhai General Hall to commemorate the two deceased leaders of Tuzhai, Na Lu Yousan and He Li.

As for the person who quietly came to the city of Daluo and left the entire Qing Kiln Festival silent, it was the master of the Blood Hand Group.

The person who received Jing Zhuibing's entrustment but dismissed it and delegated the entrustment to Tuzhai, asking Tuzhai and others to go to Twins Mountain City to cheat Liu Shiyun and his son.

The master of the Blood Hand Group is named Siqi, also known as Death Period.

It has a very high status in the famous killer organization in the southern part of the Central Plains, and is the leader of the three major killers of the Blood Hand Group.

Few people know how high his true strength is. However, in the battle of fame, Siqi once attacked and killed an injured half-emperor master with one man's strength under the protection of four saints.

This battle made him famous and made him the most valuable killer in the Blood Hand Group.

There are words in the underworld, four or seven will arrive, and death will arrive.

And it was just such a powerful person who came to Daluo City that day, and had only one purpose, that is, Liu Chuchu's whereabouts.

However, Tuzhai and others forced the fox to pretend to be a tiger's power, which made Qingyao mistakenly think that Siqi was the helper invited by Tuzhai. It scared the entire Qingyao so much that he shook his hands and did not dare to move.

In fact, when Siqi came to Tuzhai and learned that He Li, who had been in charge of contacting him, died, and Liu Chuchu was even more unaware of whereabouts, he almost destroyed Tuzhai.

Fortunately, Lu Youyi gave Siqi a clue about Liu Chuchu, which allowed Siqi to leave thousands of lives in Tuzhai.

Before He Li died that night at Gu Qing, he had just returned from the discussion of the Tuzhai General Hall. The topic they discussed was Liu Chuchu's whereabouts.

Lu Youyi, the original words of He Li that Ye were truthfully told Siqi, saying that their Tuzhai had seen someone who looked very similar to Liu Chuchu in the city of Daluo, and there was an impressive guy with Liu Chuchu.

The guy had a big brain, thick neck, thick eyebrows and small eyes, and a very bad temper. When he found that the people from Tuzhai were following him secretly, he tricked the people who followed him into the alley and beat him up...

According to the memories of these beaten people, Liu Chuchu and the man went to the shops in the city to purchase dry food, and it is very likely that they were going to enter the dala. According to the descriptions of these people, Tuzhai found someone to paint a portrait of the dala. And according to reliable information from witnesses, the man in the painting had already entered the dala.

Siqi took a copy of the portrait and asked Lu Youyi to send people to continue searching for Liu Chuchu's whereabouts in the city of Daluo, while organizing people to enter the daluo land to find the man who had lived with Liu Chuchu.

And this great man is Huang Dou.

So in the next half month, the city of Taluo did not stop. The Tuzhai, supported by the 47th century, completely ignored the Qing Kiln Club's face and went from house to house, searching one kiln at a time, almost turning the city of Taluo.

However, they still did not find Liu Chuchu's whereabouts. As for the masters of the Tuzhai who were sent to the tramad land by Lu You, there was no news at all.

What made Lu You worried was that he was afraid that the subordinates of his delegation would encounter a sudden disaster and die in the dala. After all, the dala land may not even be able to walk out without any harm.

On the other hand, Siqi set out from the city of Taoluo with his ability to walk on the void and searched for the Jing family to prevent Liu Chuchu from leaving the city and heading straight to the Jing family.

The Siqi divine consciousness poured out and searched closely along the way. After half a month, he arrived at the Jing family, but still did not find Liu Chuchu's whereabouts.

At this time, Siqi got Jing Zhuibing to send a message again, confirming that Liu Chuchu had not returned to the Jing family.

Siqi thought that perhaps because of his mother's death, Liu Chuchu gave up his plan to go to the Jing family and went elsewhere.

So Siqi quickly rushed back to the city of Tara. He took Huang Dou's portrait straight into the land of Tara, trying to get Liu Chuchu's whereabouts from Huang Dou's mouth.

But what Siqi didn't know was that Huang Gongbu, who was very cautious, took Liu Chuchu and Yin Xiuxiu and his party, after three days in a carriage, changed to the birds and monsters, and spent a long journey to the Jing family, and headed towards the location he agreed with Jing Rulin...

...

The dalla land is not a place in the drought desert.

Siqi stepped on the void and entered this area.

His eyes were full of rings, and he looked at the strong wind and the wind and sand that were walking through the stones, and his lips and teeth moved slightly, murmured softly:

"The last time I came here, it was already twenty years ago."

Shaking his head, Siqi sighed lightly, and then closed his eyes.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes closed, and stood high above the top of the sky. His powerful spiritual consciousness gushed out, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly expanded in all directions with him as the center!

...

On the other side of the Han Desert, Zilong had bright eyes and stared at the crimson flames on his palms.

This crimson flame contains the sensible flame energy of the spiritual consciousness, and this flame is the fire of the flame sun.

Zilong is trying to use ordinary source fire to condense into the flame of the sun to compare the method of condensed the crimson fire of the sun to orange.

However, just as Zilong tried to merge the two crimson flames of the fire in the same direction into one, a ghost in the black ring came from a surprise.

Zilong frowned slightly and asked the ghost:

"What's wrong?"

"Sense a sense of the sixth-level saint."

"Sixth...the sixth-level saint!" Zilong looked surprised.

"Yes, and it's not an ordinary sixth-level saint. His spiritual sense is so strong. I'm afraid it would be the peak of the saint."

Listening to the description of the ghost, Zilong swallowed and asked the ghost in a daze:

"How could the peak of the sixth-level saint come to such a place?"

"I don't know, let's not worry about that. Keep busy with yours. One day, I will pass on your earth-level martial arts one day."

Hearing the sound, Zilong responded softly, and then continued to focus on what he was doing...

On this side, Siqi, who stood tall at the top of the sky, slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at three directions around him and whispered:

"There are five people within a radius of twenty kilometers, please find them one by one."

After saying a word, Siqi looked at one place with strict eyes.

The next moment, accompanied by a harsh sound of sonic boom, there was still yellow sand everywhere, but there was no trace of Siqi again.

And the first place where Siqi runs toward is where Zilong is!

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After this chapter, the number of words in this book exceeded one million words. Looking back on the more than half a year since the book was opened, Jian Xue was still full of emotion. I didn’t expect that a person as lazy as me would have been doing something every day for more than half a year in addition to eating and sleeping.

Those writers who signed the book together with Jian Xue basically left one out of ten, and most of them were eunuchs. After all, writing novels is not an easy task, especially for a part-time new writer, he has to resist too many temptations and too much loneliness, and regard typing as a living habit like washing your face and brushing your teeth.

It is undeniable that it is the support of all book friends that has allowed Jian Xue to survive. Every collection, recommendation, reward, monthly ticket, and increase in subscriptions are all the motivation for Jian Xue to write tomorrow. It can make a person with procrastination and late stages of lazy cancer make time for writing for hundreds of days, and regard it as the most important thing besides sleeping and eating. Perhaps the only thing Jian Xue’s inner apology to the book friends is.

Jianxue's update speed in the past two months is indeed very slow. Many times, they press the point before twelve o'clock to code the last end and upload it to the website. But I am glad that even so, there are still a group of cute book friends who are following the updates and spending money to subscribe. This makes Jianxue feel ashamed and begins to think about the direction of the entire work.

I hope my debut work will be an excellent fantasy work, which will make the old men who follow the books think of a protagonist when talking about the fantasy novels they have read in those years many years later.

He is bold, meticulous, open-minded, and yearns for freedom. He hates evil like a grudge and feels compassion. He will kill evil all the time... He grows up with his lovely friends. His story is complex and tortuous, and thrilling... He has the same name as the Changbanpo hero who impressed us. He appeared from Changshan, and his name is Zhao Zilong!

The earliest plot concept of the novel goes back to high school five years ago. I have no outline or detailed outline. After so many years, these things are all in my heart and can be used to it. I can say responsibly that the wonderfulness of the whole story is far from beginning. Please wait and wait.
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