However, Zhan Mubai and his senior brother Sima Hong were too cruel and fierce, and at the same time they started a war with the Demon Sect and the Hero Sect, which was beyond their ability. In recent years, the Huashan Sect has been severely damaged by the two evil sects, and the elites in the gang were killed one by one, and the entire sect is also declining.

In the battle of Quanzhenyan last year, Huashan was defeated by the Hero Sect. Not only did the four disciples die under the sword of Zhufeng Canglang, Zhan Mubai was also captured by the Hero Sect, and even the Huashan General Steering was trapped in the hands of the Hero Sect. If Yang Qionghua, who was born in Emei, had not been hard-working for more than half a year and had defended the foundation of Hengshan, which is the Huashan branch, the Huashan Sect would have ended in Zhan Mubai's hands.

Thinking of this, Tianlang sighed, and returned the gift and clasped his fists: "Shen Zhan, you have suffered. It was Mr. Yang who asked me to save you."

A trace of undetectable doubt suddenly flashed across Zhan Mubai's face, but it just flashed by. He smiled and looked at Tianlang: "I will never thank you for your kindness in the future!"

Zhan Mubai's change in expression was clearly seen by Tianlang. In fact, he knew the details of the leader of Huashan. In addition to mourning his misfortune, he could only sigh, and most of the sympathy was the element of sympathy. When he had not become Tianlang, he was a friend who had fought with him.

So even if Yang Qionghua didn't come to ask for help, in his plan, he wanted to save Zhan Mubai at the same time as this mission. However, he was not a hot-headed fool. He would not come to save people in a hurry without any investigation and confidence. His relationship with Zhan Mubai was not so strong, and he deserved his life to save him.

Tianlang shook his head: "Her Zhan doesn't have to be too polite. This is not a place to speak. It's better for you and I to leave first."

He said coldly to the Ghost Saint: "Ghost Saint, Hero Zhan has not yet recovered his skills and is difficult to use his light skills. I'll give us two horses and a day's dry food."

The ghost honour snorted heavily from his nose, hugged his arms, his eyes facing the sky, and he looked ignorant.

Tianlang said loudly: "Master Helian Sect, you and I have an appointment in three days. I don't want to waste time on this journey. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I can walk slowly to the inn for ten days and half a month. I just don't know if that noble man has the patience."

Helianba's voice sounded again, and this time he was a little angry: "Didn't you hear what I just said? Tianlang is a distinguished guest of our sect, and the head of Zhan has been visiting us for a long time. He asked for gifts to send them back. Ghost Guardian, please find four good horses for them and bring them dry food and drinking water for two days."

The Ghost Saint reluctantly bowed to the ground and turned around and whispered to the few low-level disciples behind him. The people rushed away. After a while, they led four best horses over. Two huge cowhide bags were hung on each side of the saddle, which were heavy, obviously water bags and dry food bags.

Tianlang glanced at the four horses and pondered for a moment: "Please ask the Master Helian to give us two swords to defend ourselves."

A black-clothed Taoist with a lewd aura between his eyebrows beside the Ghost Saint spoke: "Tianlang, the desert is the world of our heroic sect. Since the Lord has opened his mouth and asked you to leave, you are absolutely safe. No one dares to make any decisions about you. What should I do if I need a sword?"

Tianlang glanced at this Taoist, and it was the bad thing that flattered Huang Zongwei during the day, and he was also an old acquaintance.

Tianlang smiled and said, "Huo Songzi, you should know that it is not safe outside Juyan Ocean now. The leader of Helian Sect is willing to let us go. It is difficult to guarantee that the scattered soldiers or bandits outside will have any bad ideas, so it is better to have some weapons to defend themselves. Are you right?"

Huo Songzi, who is also a guardian of the Hero Sect, replied coldly: "Tianlang, since you have the ability to come out of this dungeon, I believe that just a few scattered soldiers and yelling soldiers are not your opponent."

Tianlang sighed: "I don't hide the fire protection. I suffered a lot of injuries in the dungeon just now, and Master Zhan's ability has not yet recovered. He wants to travel through the desert and return to Ping'an Inn. He has no one in his hand, and he is really unsure. Anyway, the leader of Helian Sect said, you should do it well to the end."

The Ghost Saint suddenly raised his hand, stretched out his thin claws, and drew two swords from the waists of the two strong men beside him. Two "clang" sounds, the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light shone. The Ghost Saint's hand had a luck, and with a "ding" sound, the sword body shook slightly, and a dragon roar was heard.

The Ghost Saint returned the sword to the sheath and said gloomyly: "Tianlang, what do you think of this sword?"

Tianlang smiled and said, "It's two good swords, I want them."

The Ghost Saint laughed strangely, his expression was even worse than crying, and threw the two swords at Tianlang from afar: "Boy, I will get these two swords myself."

Tianlang took the sword with both hands and handed one of them to Zhan Mubai's hand. A meaningful look flashed in his eyes and said in a deep voice to the Ghost Saint: "It will be served with both hands!"

After saying that, Tianlang no longer cared about these heroic sectors in front of him. He helped Zhan Mubai get on the horse and turned around and bowed to the ground: "Master Helian Sect, there will be a time later!" He clamped his legs and ran out of the horse's belly, while Zhan Mubai followed closely behind. The two and four horses rushed out of the hero's sect in a flash, leaving only the more than 200 masters on the spot, each standing in the dust raised by the horse's hooves with a gloomy face.

After leaving Juyanhai, Tianlang and Zhan Mubai ran for more than twenty miles without looking back. Then they stopped a little. Tianlang's upper body was still not covered with inches of strands, and the wounds on his body had already condensed and no longer bleeding.

He frowned, opened the leather bag on the left side of the saddle, took out two pieces of dried meat from it, put it in his mouth and chewed it. He raised another water bag in his right hand, poured a large mouthful into his mouth, and then raised it over his head, dripping water onto his head.

Zhan Mubai watched Tianlang drink water and eat meat without saying a word. He had never said a word to Tianlang along the way. He had searched for this person in his memory countless times, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember where he had seen this face. It was just that feeling made him very familiar.

Tianlang finished pouring a bag of water and laughed: "Have fun, drink water and eat meat, how much life is! Zhan Dahe, why don't you try?"

Zhan Mubai smiled slightly: "Heroine Tianlang, no need. After all, you and I are not all the people. This time, Ms. Yang can invite Dajiao. I don't know how much money she paid. Zhan will definitely offer this money after returning to Huashan."

The smile on Tianlang's face suddenly disappeared. He looked at Zhan Mubai in front of him, as if he was looking at a stranger. After a long time, he sighed: "You have become too powerful these years. If you were ten years ago, you would at least remind me to be careful that it is poisonous before I drink water and eat meat. Even if I have a bad reputation in Tianlang, I am not a righteous person, and you would not have been so kind before, let alone a benefactor who saved you."
Chapter completed!