After staying in the drought desert for so long, Zilong was already tired of the unchanging scenery in front of him, and had long been tired of the sound of wind and sand in his ears.

At this time, when I knew the way to travel without a chance to drought desert, Zilong did not stop at all and walked along the wind...

After nearly four hours of continuous progress in the wind and sand, stepping on the corpse buried by the yellow sand, Zilong finally saw the oasis in the mouth of the ghost and came to the intersection of the drought-free desert and the terrifying forest.

There are three oasises of the same size as Zilong in front of him. These three oasis form a circle with a single bite. From the gap formed by these three oasis, it is a terrifying forest.

On this small oasis, Zilong saw at least twenty monks at one glance.

Since entering the dala, Zilong has not seen so many people at once. Their condition is similar to that of Zilong who has arrived here. His legs and feet are sore and weak, and he is so tired that he is breathless.

Zilong, who was dragging heavy steps, did not attract much attention. Only a few casual cultivators saw Zilong's tender face. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes.

But the suspicion in their eyes came and went quickly.

In their hearts, since a young monk like Zilong can walk out of the dangerous and unrestrained desert, he must be protected by someone, most of whom are the "Prince Prince" like Aoki Academy.

As for those who are secretly protecting the young man, they must be masters. If they don’t want to show up, then these low-level monks should not be able to find trouble and make themselves bored.

Zilong just casually glanced at the many monks resting here, and walked quietly and honestly to a corner, and sat on the ground to rest under the shade of trees here.

With the blessing of double gravity of the magnetic wrist guard, even Zilong, who is now, can't bear it after four consecutive hours of breaking wind.

Zilong Xiaozuo took a sip of water back to Tianshui, took a rest under the shade of the trees for a while, and then took out the empty water bag from the storage ring. Like many monks, he gathered around the lakeside of the oasis to fill the water.

There are two lakes in this oasis, and everyone also knows how to wash the lake in one of them, leaving the other clean lake water for everyone to drink.

Zilong first filled the empty water bag by a lake, then came to another lake, bent down, and washed his cheeks covered with dust with the cool lake water.

Qingshui stroked his face, and with the help of the help of Tianshui just now, Zilong felt his spirits greatly boosted, and his sore hands and feet became more and more flexible.

Just as Zilong was tidying up his hair that was blown by the wind by the lake, a noise sounded behind him. Then, seven or eight young boys and girls rushed to the lakeside, pushing Zilong and other monks who were cleaning by the lakeside to the side.

Before Zilong could figure out what was going on, he was forced to the side by a handsome boy with a big nose.

The boy with a big nose did not take the displeasure on Zilong's face at all. He smiled and looked up at the wandering garden. The girl in yellow came slowly and said with a pleasing look:

"Jingjing, I've taken a seat for you. Come and wash and cool your face down."

The girl in yellow held her forehead with slender hands, her face showed bitterness, and then she walked and complained.

The girl in yellow came to the lakeside and looked at the lake water that was not very clear in front of her. She glanced at Zilong's slightly sloppy appearance on the side. She turned to look at the big-nose boy and said with a pretentious look:

"Wang Fu, this is the place you found for me? Look at the water, it's so dirty that it's so dirty. It's a place for people to wash their faces!"

Zilong hugged his eyebrows when he heard the sound, and then his eyes slightly changed, and he looked at the impolite boys and girls who suddenly came to the lake and were rude.

Compared with Zilong, who had been useless and had to go through the drought desert, these young men and women were like people from two worlds.

When Zilong and others walked here, they were not covered in dust and dust. Many people were even covered in blood and were injured throughout their lives. Even Zilong saw two of them with broken arms and few legs.

However, these young men and women were like flowers in a greenhouse, each of which was bright and beautiful, neither stained with blood nor injured. It seemed as if a young tourist group came from where they were resting in the midfield at the scenic spot.

Especially this girl in yellow clothes called Jingjing, Zilong didn't know what method he used to walk out of the drought desert. Her yellow clothes that were so impermanent were spotless.

At first, Zilong thought he was a master, but when he used his spiritual sense to investigate the cultivation level of the girl in yellow, Zilong found that the cultivation level of the girl in yellow was only at the early stage of the fourth level.

Zilong guessed that this girl named Jingjing must have carried some treasure to defend against wind and sand...

Listening to the girl's words, the big-nose boy called Wang Fu scratched his head a little embarrassedly, then turned his head and glared at Zilong fiercely.

Wang Fu then pretended to be big in front of the girl. He looked at Zilong, who looked sloppy and ignored him. He pointed at Zilong and shouted:

"A fly broke a pot of porridge. It was you, a stinky brat, who had dirty our water. I'm about to apologize to Jingjing!"

Wang Fu's loud voice directly attracted all the gazes of the monks around him, including other young men and girls who came to the lake at the same time as Wang Fu.

Seeing the rogue and scoundrel in front of him, wanting to break himself in front of this girl named Jingjing, Wang Fu, who pretended to be a big nose, Zilong glanced at him coldly, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

"Boy, I'm talking about you! Come back for me!"

Wang Fu drank in his mouth, but Zilong didn't seem to hear it at all, just turned around and walked.

Looking at Zilong who ignored him at all, Wang Fu, the big nose who was watching everyone suddenly felt his face lost. He saw him step forward, jumping behind Zilong, and holding his hand tightly on Zilong's shoulder.

However, just as Wang Fu was holding his hand on Zilong's shoulder and was about to speak harshly, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his hand. Zilong grabbed Wang Fu's hand that was placed on his shoulder, and threw a stone at will, and threw Wang Fu's body away.

Accompanied by Wang Fu's exclamation, his body flew in the air for a while and then fell into the middle of the lake with a thud.

This scene was stunned by everyone who looked at him.

Everyone did not expect that such a young man who looked young and slightly sloppy, whose source energy fluctuated only at the beginning of the fourth stage would have such a powerful force.

With a seemingly casual swing, he actually threw the big-nose boy more than three feet away!

Zilong, who threw Wang Fu into the lake, rubbed his hands and turned his eyes to the girl in yellow who was also stunned.

Zilong spoke softly:

"It is dangerous to tell your companion not to stand behind a person in a while."

After saying that, Zilong didn't even look at the girl, and then turned around.

Seeing Zilong leaving Wuyang, the girl in yellow was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said and drank Zilong in place:

"Stop! You hurt my Aoki Academy people, so you want to leave?"

Zilong stopped and listened to such a familiar name coming from behind. He turned his head and asked the girl:

"Are you from Aoki Academy?"

Looking at Zilong who stopped and looked back, the girl in yellow thought Zilong was frightened by the name of Aoki Academy. She suddenly felt superior. She immediately looked up at the sky and said proudly:

"That's natural! Since you have heard of the daimyo of Aoki Academy..."

However, before the girl in yellow had finished speaking, the proud look on her face turned into a quilt, Zilong's sudden retort was gone:

"Ha, it turns out that the first institution of cultivators in the Central Plains is just this kind of quality."

Zilong smiled and shook his head, turned around, leaving behind the girl in yellow with a blue face that was embarrassing under the gaze of everyone.

Although Zilong's actions and words made all the disciples of Aoki Academy look embarrassed and angry, many of the casual cultivators who were resting here applauded themselves secretly.

It can be said that Zilong did what they wanted to do but dared not do, and said what they wanted to say but dared not say.

Previously, in order to find people, Aoki Academy forced the entrance of the dala to launch a large formation, causing a large number of monks who wanted to enter the dala to stay. Later, after the dala land opened, a large number of monks poured in, which directly led to the appearance of the poisonous dala mosquitoes that had not appeared for a long time, killing the lives of a considerable number of low-level monks, and causing the death rate of these low-level monks entering the dala to reach a historical high.

The arrogance and superiority of the "Princes" of Aoki Academy in the dala made many casual cultivators feel dissatisfied. However, among each team of students in Aoki Academy, there is a strong mentor secretly guarding them. Although these students from Aoki Academy are not old, their cultivation is not weak.

Anyone who pulls out a young boy and girl is the worst. The worst one is the peak of the third level. Seven or eight young boys and girls are hugging each other, which is not so easy to provoke. This makes many monks who have opinions about the "princestors" of Aoki Academy dare to be angry but not speak out...

For a moment, everyone admired Zilong, a young man who didn't know where to come from.

"It turns out that this young man is not in the same group as the guys from Aoki Academy. Seeing that he is so young, I think he is also the "Prince of the Prince" of Aoki Academy."

"You don't even look at him. This look should be like us, and I have encountered a lot of trouble in the drought desert."

"Yes, and this young man is very strong. Just as he threw the boy from Aoki Academy so far away with a casual move. Awesome little guy, I don't know which clan or the children of aristocratic family they are..."

"There is no clan? The young hero from the aristocratic family is willing to come to the dangerous place of the dala alone to experience it. I don't think he is a clan. The children of the aristocratic family should be like us, a mud-legged man from ordinary families."

"It makes sense, but these Aoki students who claim to be geniuses can't hold on with a move under the boy. It's really embarrassing..."

"Who said no..."
Chapter completed!