Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

A month later, Fang Qingyuan was in the eighth tribe, looking at the black sandstorm roaring outside, and fell into deep thought.

The dry sheep caravan arrived here, but was blocked by a sudden black sand magnetic storm.

In the Desert of Death, black sand magnetic storms are non-stop all year round. Sometimes the wind is lighter, so people and animals can brave the wind, but sometimes the wind is strong, and they can only find a place to take shelter.

In the face of such a powerful force of natural disasters, Qi Refining monks, like those mortals, can only look forward and sigh. If you want to travel in the storm, perhaps only Golden Core monks and above can do it.

Fang Qingyuan has been here for more than ten days. In other words, he is trapped here.

After observing the wind situation today, Fang Qingyuan turned around and returned to his tent. He was going to cook a pot of special camel hump meat to taste the local delicacies.

Since you can't leave, just stay calm. Sooner or later, the wind and sand will dissipate. Before that, just do whatever you need to do.

After a pot of hump meat was cooked, Yin Bao poked his head out from the door of the tent and leaned in. Staring at the pot of hump meat, his mouth watered.

These days, Yinbao has no fresh pigs and fish to eat, and can only eat some dried fish. Now that he sees the fragrant stew, he can't help it.

When Fang Qingyuan saw Yin Bao coming over, he quickly said loudly:

"Stop squeezing, you're about to hold the tent door open. Get out first and I'll save some for you."

But the food comes first, and Yinbao is not afraid of Fang Qingyuan beating him anymore. It is worth receiving a few slaps from Fang Qingyuan for the delicious food.

In the end, Fang Qingyuan looked at the deformed tent and felt helpless. And the most important thing was that Fang Qingyuan only ate one bowl of such a pot of hump meat, and the rest went into Yinbao's belly.

After Yinbao finished eating, he ran out with satisfaction and returned to his place. Fang Qingyuan was left to wash the pots and dishes.

After cleaning up, Fang Qingyuan wanted to go into the Immortal Mansion to have a look, but then he sensed someone coming at the door.

"Come in, the door is broken."

After Fang Qingyuan finished speaking, he saw Bao Rensheng walking in. Bao Rensheng said curiously:

"It was fine last time I came here. What's going on?"

Fang Qingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, changed the topic and asked:

"Bao Guanshi is here this time, but there is good news?"

The caravan has been trapped here for many days. Every day, people in the caravan go to the sandstorm to observe the wind direction. Fang Qingyuan hopes to hear good news this time.

However, Bao Rensheng shook his head and said:

"The sandstorm is still impassable. It seems that we have to wait for a while. I came here this time because I have a good thing I want to share with fellow Taoist Fang."

When Fang Qingyuan heard what Bao Rensheng said, his heart suddenly jumped and he asked calmly:

"What good thing is that?"

Bao Rensheng chuckled and said mysteriously:

"Does Fellow Daoist Fang know about the Black Wind Spirit Fish?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyuan had already made some guesses, but he just shook his head and pretended not to know, so Bao Rensheng did not doubt that he was there and directly told the whole story:

"The power of this black sand magnetic storm is astonishing. Ordinary monks can't survive it for long. However, nature is full of wonders. In such a dangerous place, there are still living things alive, and they only appear in the wildest places of the storm.

The Black Wind Spirit Fish are first-class, high-grade spiritual objects. They soar in the black sand magnetic storm, and each one is worth thousands of low-grade spiritual stones.

In the past few days, the men sent by our caravan to observe the storm unexpectedly found traces of a group of black wind spirit fish, so I would like to ask fellow Taoists to join us in catching these spirit fish and make a fortune together. "

After Bao Rensheng finished speaking, he stared at Fang Qingyuan, and Fang Qingyuan hesitated for a moment before refusing with difficulty:

"Although the spirit fish is good, it is too dangerous. This is my first time out. I just want to earn some spirit stones safely. I'd better not participate in this kind of thing."

Upon hearing Fang Qingyuan's refusal, Bao Rensheng immediately smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter. Since Fellow Daoist Fang is unwilling, I will find other people to help. I originally thought that Fellow Daoist Fang, as a disciple of the Beast Control Sect, would be very eager to capture spiritual beasts, but now it seems that I was the one who was abrupt."

The matter was not settled, and Bao Rensheng had no intention of staying any longer. After seeing him off, Fang Qingyuan simply repaired the broken tent door, then closed his eyes and meditated.

After a moment, Fang Qingyuan felt a vague sense of consciousness receding, and then he opened his eyes, with a cold look on his face.

Regardless of whether the capture of the Black Wind Spirit Fish was true or false, Fang Qingyuan was not prepared to participate. He and Bao Rensheng were not familiar with each other. With such benefits in front of him, he did not dare to be tempted.

Fang Qingyuan's purpose from beginning to end was very clear, which was to run a safe trade route, accumulate some experience, and earn some spiritual stones.

He doesn't believe in other pie-in-the-sky things at all. When going out, it's only right to be cautious and restrain your greed.

After thinking again about what he had done just now, Fang Qingyuan continued to meditate with his eyes closed and began today's practice.

When Fang Qingyuan saw Bao Rensheng again, it was already five days later. Looking at Bao Ren's left arm falling in the air, Fang Qingyuan asked with concern:

"Brother Bao, what's going on? Is the injury causing any problems? I also have some healing elixirs here. I wonder if they might be useful?"

Facing Fang Qingyuan's concern, Bao Rensheng waved his right hand and refused:

"It doesn't matter. I've already used the elixir. The arm will grow back in less than three months. I'm here this time to tell you that the power of the black sand storm has been weakening recently. Maybe we can try to go there." Keep moving forward, if you are willing, then we can set off together in three days."

In the Death Desert, the further you go in, the stronger the black sand storm becomes, but the further you go outside, the weaker it gets.

When Fang Qingyuan heard Bao Rensheng's words, he hesitated for a few moments and then refused:

"I still won't go inside. I plan to stop here. Although the further inside, the more valuable the goods inside are, the storm may not be strong again that day. I plan to take advantage of this gap to follow the other caravans. Go back to Black Sand City."

Fang Qingyuan said what he really thought. Eight tribes had walked through, and more than half of the trip had been completed. What was left was nothing more than four or five tribes and the final target city.

Now that all of Fang Qingyuan's goods and Yin Bao's possessions have been sold, there are not many left in the storage bag, only there are many in the Immortal Mansion.

Because he was worried about people like Bao Rensheng, Fang Qingyuan did not dare to make a big move. Otherwise, the total number of goods would not match up. According to the shrewdness of these businessmen, he was afraid that he would be exposed.

Simply take advantage of this opportunity, directly change to a chamber of commerce, and follow them back. As long as you are careful, the goods in the Immortal Mansion can be sold again.

Knowing Fang Qingyuan's thoughts, Bao Rensheng sighed:

"It is rare to retreat bravely from the rapids. Now that Fellow Daoist Fang has made a decision in his heart, let's say goodbye and meet again in Tianmen Mountain in southern Xinjiang."

After Bao Rensheng left, Fang Qingyuan looked at his back, especially his empty arms, shook his head, and turned back to the house.

Three days later, the dry sheep caravan began to brave the wind and sand again, leaving the oasis desert and moving forward with difficulty. However, this time there were fewer familiar faces in the team, and there were more than a dozen people wearing sackcloth. A filial person.