Fantasy: I am in the desert, but the system lets me be the city lord

Needless to say, this broom was naturally swept out by Yan Zhengyang!

I see.

The broom sweeps the fallen leaves with the autumn wind.

An endless strong wind was brought up, and all these people were blown away.

Flying upside down for dozens of meters, it barely landed on the edge of the fish pond.

Just a fraction of a cent.

They will fall in!

"Good... so strong!"

A martial artist looked terrified and didn't dare to get up at all.

"It's really too strong. After flying so far, we didn't get hurt?"

"The strong, the really strong!"

"It is said that if you practice swordsmanship to the extreme, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people!"

"And this senior, he used a broom!"

"I didn't expect that there would be such a strong man in Huangsha collar!"

"Divine Marrow Realm? Or... a more powerful existence?"

The warriors were terrified.

But fortunately.

They saw two figures coming out of it.

It was Yan Zhengyang who was holding the broom.

White hair.

by his side.

It was Zhou Lin.

"My lord, I misunderstood!"

The warriors reacted immediately, boldly rolling and crawling, and arrived in front of Zhou Lin.

One swipe sweeps them so far.

If this is for real.

But just sweep them into the fish pond!
Who knows if Jiaolong will swallow them in one gulp?
Especially Yan Zhengyang, who was expressionless and indescribably cold at this moment.

It's more like the posture of making a move when you see a disagreement.

They dare not gamble.

So I only thought of asking Zhou Lin for help.

after all.

They felt that they got along well with Zhou Lin.

On the surface, he gave the lord enough respect.

far away.

The workers were attracted by the movement here again.

Disdain appeared on their faces.

of course.

Or make fun of them.

"What kind of bullshit martial artist has been swept so far by the broom..."

Fortunately, these warriors couldn't hear at all at this time.

Otherwise, he would have to vomit three liters of blood and die of anger on the spot.

"stop!"

Seeing these warriors rushing up, Zhou Lin hurriedly stopped them.

"This is the Kendo Pavilion, there is no room for a grain of sand! Look at your body, is there any sand?"

Zhou Lin naturally knew why Yan Zhengyang kicked them out.

Is it not because of this?
And warriors.

Suddenly confused.

What do you mean?
Can't melt the sand?
"Soles?"

Someone whispered something, and a group of warriors suddenly realized, and took off their shoes one after another.

They were completely confused at this time.

In fact, you can choose not to enter the Sword Pavilion.

"What are you going to do in the Sword Pavilion?"

Zhou Lin asked.

"us……"

Hearing Zhou Lin's question, the warriors were dumbfounded.

That's right, we've all been swept out, why are we still here?
But at this time, the shoes are all off.

You can't just go back like this, can you?
We don't want to lose face?

Although the face has been swept away...

but.

Such a strong man, no matter what, he has to pay a visit!

in case.

Getting advice from a strong person, what is this little face?
How much is it worth?

After figuring it out, the warriors became a little excited.

"My lord, senior. After we learned that this is the Sword Dao Pavilion, we wanted to be cheeky and ask senior for some advice!"

A warrior said boldly.

Zhou Lin didn't understand swords, so he looked at Yan Zhengyang.

Who knows.

Yan Zhengyang shook his head.

"You guys are too talented."

Amazing speech.

Warriors with swords are not convinced.

Are you saying we have poor talent?

Have you ever seen someone with poor talent be able to cultivate to the psychic state?

but.

They didn't dare to show it at all, with a constipated expression on their faces.

Extremely uncomfortable!

Yan Zhengyang said again: "Yan knows that you are not convinced, but after living for so long, Yan still has this vision!"