Under the leadership of Yat and others, everyone climbed the hills and crossed the ridges. After walking for more than a day, they finally arrived at a place where sand dunes gathered. There was a dilapidated castle surrounded by some sand dunes and ancient earthen walls. Due to the years of erosion by wind and sand, only a few remains can be found. However, unlike the ancient castle that was in trouble before, countless tents were built here, and even a small amount of earthen bundles stood among them. The most conspicuous one was in the tent group. There was a bamboo pole standing in the center. After years of weathering, the bamboo pole had been corroded, but it still stood upright, especially on the bamboo pole, there was a dilapidated tribe flag hanging. Obviously, this is a gathering place for tribes.

Standing on the beach wall and looking down at the sloping sand dunes below, Yat's face showed joy of returning, pointed to the bottom and introduced Mo Ran and the other two: "Welcome to the Fire Soul Clan, this is the Dune Remaining Fort."

Walking down from the Gobi Desert and entering the Fire Soul tribe gathered in the sand dunes, Mo Ran and Xu Jie'er gradually saw many Fire Soul people passing through the middle of the tent. Their outfits were like Yat and others, all of them were wrapped in ragged cloth strips. It was said that they were wrapped in a small number of key parts. Most of the men were exposed to their upper bodies, while the women only covered their chests. The bronze-colored skin fully demonstrated that they were exposed to the sun in the sun.

Following Yat, Mo Ran and Xu Jie'er walked leisurely, and when the Fire Soul tribe saw Yat and others coming back, they seemed to be surrounded by great joy. But when they saw Mo Ran and Xu Jie'er, they all stopped in surprise, looked at the two of them vigilantly, and did not dare to take another step forward.

Seeing this, Attben was about to come forward to explain, but at this time, a burly and strong man walked out of the crowd. Because he did not use white cloth to wrap his head in the clan, the strong man's angular and strong face showed his sharp edges and firm face. This man was eight feet tall and had a tiger's back and a strong waist. He could tell at a glance that he was a strong man.

As soon as this man appeared, he did not give Yat a good look. He first looked at Mo Ran and Xu Jie'er with his hostile eyes, and then shouted to Yat: "Yat, how can you bring strangers back to the tribe? Have you forgotten the clan rules?"

After being scolded by this strong man, Yat was obviously unhappy and said, "There is a reason for this, not what you think, it is what Uncle Pilu agreed to."

"Uncle Pilu?" The strong man glanced behind Yat, but did not notice Pilu's shadow. He immediately asked, "Where is Uncle Pilu? Why didn't he see him?"

Hearing this, Yat and others flashed a trace of sadness and whispered: "Uncle Pilu, he was swept away by a sandstorm and still has nowhere to go. Most of the compatriots who came out together this time were killed, and only a few of us are left."

"What?" The strong man heard this, and the bull-eyed boss stared at him with a look of surprise.

The Fire Soul tribe members behind the strong man suddenly heard this and looked horrified. Then someone started sobbing. Obviously, in order to obtain the water source, he lost so many tribesmen. Even Uncle Pilu, who is very famous in the tribe, encountered an unexpected accident, and everyone was very sad.

The strong man looked at the few people, his eyes were slightly red, and he was very angry when he thought it was, and suddenly said, "Impossible, Uncle Pilu is a strong Wu Zun man and an elder in the clan. No one is more familiar with the Oasis than him. How could he die?"

The strong man roared, looked at Mo Ran and Xu Jie'er, pointed at Yat's nose and shouted: "Say, did you jointly harm Uncle Pilu? Are they from Liehuo City?"

Yat obviously didn't expect the strong man to say this to him. After hearing this, the former raised his head suddenly and shouted to the strong man: "Tiegang, don't make a name out of nothing. They are not people from the Fire City at all. They are just outsiders who lost their way in the desert. This sandstorm has been huge in history. Even Uncle Pilu has never seen such a big sandstorm. If it weren't for them, we would probably not be able to come back alone. Tiegang, please pay attention to your words."

Yat said, his words full of anger, and the four people who survived the disaster were also looked at the strong man called Tie Gang.

Originally, tribes like Yat and Tiegang are often the most upright and hate being framed the most. Now when they hear Tiegang speak out loud, how can everyone not be angry?

But Tie Gang obviously distrusts Yat, and even when he saw Yat yelling at him, he couldn't help but become angry.

In fact, what Mo Ran didn't know was that Tiegang was the number one warrior under the elders of the clan. He had reached the peak of martial arts at a young age and had a considerable prestige in the clan. As for Yat, a small fourth-level martial arts master who dared to drink at him, Tiegang was naturally unhappy.

In anger, Tiegang, who was big and thick, didn't think about whether Yat's words were true. He immediately stretched out his hand, pointed at Yat, and shouted: "Come on, tie them up first, wait for the elders to pray for blessings before convicting them."

"Tie Gang." Seeing that Tie Gang was about to take action without saying a word, Yat, who had always been grateful for his gratitude, suddenly flashed to the front of Mo Ran and Xu Jie'er, stretched his arms, blocked the two of them behind him, and shouted: "Tie Gang, you must be clear about what you are doing. To attack the benefactors in the clan, it is against the teachings of the God of Fire, and you are going to hell."

"God of Fire?" Tie Gang snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "God of Fire hates the clans who are in touch with foreign enemies the most. If you come, take it down for me."

As Tiegang finished another word, dozens of strong men rushed out of the crowd, and they surrounded him in high gear. However, the five people on the Yat side hurriedly surrounded Moran and Xu Jie'er.

"Dare you still dare to resist?" Seeing this posture, Tiegang was even more furious and took the lead in taking a big step forward, reaching out to grab Att.

Seeing that Tiegang said he would act, Yat dared not be negligent. He was of low strength and knew that he was not comparable to Tiegang, but even so, he could not see his benefactor being diligent and knew that he would not be able to meet him. Therefore, when Tiegang reached out to grab him, Yat raised his hand to block it.

Standing behind Yat, Mo Ran saw the gap between the two. Although he was angry, he was not angry. Just imagine a player at the peak of martial arts master and martial arts level was angry, wouldn’t he lose his identity? However, he couldn’t watch Yat be injured by the other party. Moreover, in Mo Ran’s heart, this man named Tie Gang needs to learn some lessons.

The eternal faint smile slowly climbed on Mo Ran's face. No one noticed that just as Yat and Tie Gang intersected, the light flashed by the weak boy's fingertips behind Yat.

Finally, Yat and Tiegang fought, but just as everyone thought that under Tiegang's palm wind, Yat would not feel too good even if he was not injured. But this was not the case. Before the two palms clashed, Tiegang's face was filled with contemptuous smile, but once he touched it, Tiegang discovered that in the past, this boy who could not even get through three moves under his hands actually had such powerful palm power.

Accompanied by a roar, Att's powerful palm power attacked Tiegang like a sea of ​​rushing sea, so that the latter suddenly flew backwards unexpectedly, and a few drops of blood burst out from the gaps between his teeth.

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