On this day, Ouyang Shang received a letter, which made him quite curious.
In the Savage Land, letters were very rare. Because of the special geographical conditions here, it was difficult for many communication spells to work normally. As for the flying sword, it seemed safe, but it could easily be intercepted by the monsters that lived here in mid-air. In the past few months in the Savage Land, they rarely received letters from their Sect Elders. This group of management trainees were almost isolated from the outside world. However, they still had a way to contact each other. As long as they could closely connect with the Feng Shui Line spiritual energy in the Savage Land, they could use the power of the earth to transmit messages.
However, to use the Feng Shui Line spiritual energy, they needed to build a corresponding altar, which was not something that could be done in a day and a half. The resources needed to be invested were also considerable, especially in the Savage Land. When this group of people set off from Spirit Sword Mountain, each of them carried construction materials, but the number was not much — after all, the economic situation of the sect was a bit difficult. If they didn't find a place with good fengshui, generally, no one would be willing to invest resources to build an altar. Even Ouyang Shang's team, in order to better open up the Blessed Fountain's flood dragon, had gathered enough resources to build a fortress at the top of the mountain, which had an altar for communication.
Ouyang Shang thought that the progress of opening up the wasteland was fast … This Blessed Fountain of Great Song Mountain, in the entire eastern region of the Savage Land, was neither too big nor too small. It could be regarded as a place with good fengshui. The quality of the buried nodes at the bottom of the Blessed Fountain was quite good, which was suitable for the cultivation of cultivators of the King Pill Stage. And they saw that they could completely occupy this place in four or five months, so they invested resources to build it here. And the base had just been built.
And the other teams of Junior Brothers and Sisters should not progress so fast … Or did they encounter difficulties in opening up the wasteland and had to build the base in an unsuitable place?
With many questions in his heart, Ouyang Shang opened the letter. His eyes only swept through it twice, and then his complexion changed slightly.
The letter was a letter asking for help. The content of the letter was very simple: Junior Brother Liu Sandao lost contact in the desert area and earnestly asks Big Brother for help.
The person who wrote the letter was Feng Yin, a Junior Brother who was quite trusted by him. His aptitude and perception were excellent. Although limited by various reasons, his strength was not the top in the golden generation, but his mature temperament could shoulder heavy responsibilities. When they set off this time, they were divided into several teams. The team leader who headed to the northernmost point was Feng Yin.
Based on his understanding of Feng Yin, he was a rather strong-minded person. Even if he encountered difficulties, he would try his best to solve them himself, unwilling to trouble others. Now that he had written a letter asking for help, the situation was probably not as simple as losing contact.
He also knew Junior Brother Liu Sandao very well. He was one of the few outer sect disciples in the golden generation.
There was actually a story behind this title of outer sect disciple. His master was one of the elders of the Heavenly Sword Hall, and he could be considered to have a good background … However, he did not have a good background. Before he entered the mountain, he was a famous bandit in the mortal world, killing people like scything flax. By chance, he was enlightened under the hands of an elder of the Heavenly Sword Hall and set foot on the road of immortality. However, after stepping into the Celestial Sect, Liu Sandao still had the aura of a bandit. It was inevitable that he would have some difficulties in getting along with his fellow disciples. After that, he became more and more eccentric. He was even jokingly called an outer disciple of the Lingjian School.
Disciples who grew up in such an environment were proud and aloof, acting alone. Long before the Management Trainee Program, he had gone into dangerous places alone many times to train. Everyone had long been accustomed to it. At first, when he and Junior Brother Feng Yin were put in the same team, some people were worried that Feng Yin would not be able to control him. Now, it seemed like there was a problem!
Losing contact in the desert area … Tsk, a good swimmer would get drowned.
Ouyang Shang closed the letter, and in his heart, he already had a general idea.
It must be that Liu Sandao, relying on his earth element heavenly spirit root, coupled with his many years of painstaking cultivation of earth element spell, thought that he could move freely in the desert area, more skillful than many indigenous creatures. Then he left the team alone and went deep into the desert alone to build a base. However, he did not expect that there was a great danger hidden in the desert, which was not something that could be solved by a mere earth element heavenly spirit root. Then, the whole team was affected because of him.
Of course, the disciples of Spirit Sword Sect were of the same breath and branch. No matter how popular Liu Sandao was, when he was in danger, they could not just stand idly by. However, from Feng Yin's letter asking for help...
"This idiot, even if it's urgent, he should at least write what he wants me to do … It's just a plea for help, who knows what I should help you with? Do you want me to help you burn incense for Liu Sandao? "
However, from another point of view, although Feng Yin was often negligent, he would not be so crude. Most likely, when he wrote the letter, the surrounding situation was already very unfavorable, so he didn't have time to write too long … That last plea for help might not be to help him find someone, but to help all of them get out of trouble.
As for the location of the letter, it was not difficult to trace it back along the remaining magical power in the letter. The problem was...
Right now, he was somewhat unable to get away from Blessed Fountain. In the leveling plan, he was the most important part. During the period of Wang Lu's closed-door training, he was the only one who could pin down the flood dragon. Without him, no matter how hard the others fought, the huge gap between them and the flood dragon could not be made up.
As for giving up the flood dragon of Blessed Fountain … it was not impossible. After all, human life was more important. However, even giving up Blessed Fountain was not a simple matter. If he left like this, this base would definitely not be able to be kept — the flood dragon had even spat out the dragon bead in the last battle. Obviously, it wanted to fight to the death with humans at all costs. He would never defend his old home at Blessed Fountain. Once Ouyang Shang left, the flood dragon would immediately rush out of the water and rush here. At that time, his Junior Brothers and Sisters who had not yet fully grown up would absolutely not be able to defend.
If they couldn't defend, then they could only run, but where could they run to? The Savage Land was full of danger at every step, they couldn't just run around randomly. Moreover, from the beginning, going deep into Blessed Fountain was a dangerous move. The strength of the surrounding monsters was generally relatively high. Without his leadership, could the others safely retreat to the safe area?
However, if he waited for everyone to return to the safe area, Feng Yin's team would probably be wiped out.
Alas, it was really hard to split into two … But fortunately, there was a useful person on hand … No, to be precise, it should be better than him.
It was just that he didn't know how much his injury had recovered. Three months ago, he was bombarded by the dragon bead and was almost on the verge of death. How much could he recover in just three months was really a problem.
Thinking of this, Ouyang Shang felt even more headache.
Fortunately, just half a day later, another letter ushered in a favorable turn of events.
"Junior Brother Liu has encountered a benefactor, we have turned the situation around. I am very ashamed for disturbing Senior Brother before."
The second letter from Feng Yin was much more substantial in content. As the letter said, their situation had turned for the better, so they had enough time to write a long letter.
According to Feng Yin, Liu Sandao went deep into the desert alone a month ago, and then there was no news of him. According to the original agreement, he should return from the desert within a week at most. If he didn't return within the time limit, then he had encountered trouble.
Feng Yin tried a variety of means but failed to get in touch with him. In desperation, he had to lead the team deep into the desert to search and rescue together.
Of course, as the leader, Feng Yin was responsible for all the team members, so he didn't dare to go too deep. Once they really encountered danger, he could only abandon Liu Sandao and save the others … Unfortunately, just as they entered the desert area, they encountered a violent sandstorm. The blazing astral wind was like a sharp blade that tore open people's skin and flesh. The group was in a dilemma, so they used magic to dig up the sand dunes and built temporary shelters underground to survive.
What followed was an endless sandstorm. The sandstorm in the desert area lasted for a full week and showed no signs of slowing down. Somehow, the underground of the desert was unbearably hot, and the spiritual energy was almost exhausted. The group persisted for a week, and their supplies were rapidly consumed. It was difficult to continue.
In this desperate situation, Feng Yin had to try to ask others for help. Given that the environment in the desert area was so harsh, ordinary people would not be able to protect themselves, let alone help. Therefore, after thinking about it, he could only ask for help from the Eldest Senior Brother … Under the raging sandstorm, the spiritual energy in the leyline was very chaotic. Feng Yin tried to send a long letter several times, but all failed. In the end, he could only send a short message for help.
As a result, shortly after Feng Yin sent the first letter, the sandstorm stopped.
At the same time, Liu Sandao, who had been missing for more than a week, also returned, and brought a group of strange friends.
"It's hard to imagine that there is a civilization of intelligent creatures in the Savage Land! They are a group of natives living in the depths of the desert. Their appearance is highly similar to that of humans, but because they live in a hot environment, their skin is red and purple from the sun. At the same time, because of the lack of plants in the desert area, they basically hunt for meat for a living, so they have sharp teeth. Although they look fierce, they are actually docile and amiable. Previously, when Junior Brother Liu was attacked and seriously injured by a strange beast in the desert, it was them who saved him. It was also them who found us after the sandstorm stopped and brought us precious food and water. At present, we are in good condition, and there is no need for Senior Brother to worry about us. "
Seeing this letter, Ouyang Shang was really surprised. There was actually an intelligent civilization in the Savage Land, which was an unheard of wonder. The sect elders had explored the Savage Land for hundreds and thousands of years, but they had never mentioned the existence of such a group of sandmen in the desert …
But then again, in the past hundreds and thousands of years, the strength of the Lingjian School alone had never been able to thoroughly explore the Savage Land, especially in the depths of the desert, which seemed to be a place where no one had ever been … The existence of the sandmen made sense.
But no matter how he looked at it, the encounter of Feng Yin and the others seemed to be too coincidental. It was so coincidental that it was hard to believe it was a pure coincidence. But at the same time, looking at it from another perspective.
Wasn't his own experience the same as well?
Wang Lu, a transmigrator from 150 years in the future … Hey, even such a person could be encountered, so what if Feng Yin and the others encountered the sandmen in the desert?
Thinking of this, Ouyang Shang decided not to care too much for the time being. The management trainee program of the sect was to cultivate talents who could take charge of their own affairs, not trash who would shout that their Big Senior Brother and Master had been captured by demons when they encountered difficulties. The problems that they encountered should be solved by themselves. Even if there was any danger in the sandmen tribe, it was also the cultivation of Feng Yin and the others.
Therefore, Ouyang Shang began to reply to Feng Yin and the others, and then prepared to send the letter.
At this time, the sound of footsteps sounded behind him, and the letter from Feng Yin that was placed on the side was picked up by a person.
"Junior Brother Wang Lu, are you all right?"
In this frontline base, only Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu could freely enter and exit his room, so he didn't need to look back to know that Wang Lu, who had been in seclusion for three months, had recovered from his injuries.
"Well, after resting for three months, my sexual ability has completely recovered."
"Do you want to say performance recovery?"
"It's all the same … Tsk, Senior Brother Ouyang, this letter is a bit interesting."
Wang Lu said and flicked the letter. "Red skin, fangs … Why does the description in this letter look so familiar?"
As he spoke, the smile on his face gradually turned cold.
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