Wang Sheng looked at a man next to him: "Do you do it!"

Anyang followed his eyes and immediately realized that this person was Xiahou Xiang, the Bingyin and Yang family, one of the main characters in the play. He was finally killed by the lizard spirit and could be his target.%〗

Xiahou Xiang looked at Wang Sheng with some surprise, withdrew his gaze, took out a dusty cloth bag from his body, took out a copper coin and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Western Tianji, North Chiyou...Master, let's hurry up!"

Wang Sheng raised his head and asked, "Is it a bad luck or good?"

Xiahou bowed his head and hesitated, saying, "This hexagram is not bad, nor is it auspicious!"

Wang Sheng withdrew his gaze, smiled, turned over and dismounted, and others followed him to dismount.

Obviously, he was going to capture the desert blood camel and other sand bandits!

Anyang pursed his lips and found that there were three skill points that were useless, so he simply assigned one to master cold weapons and one to master fighting, which was just suitable for this world.

"The skill point allocation... After the allocation is completed, information transmission begins..."

Anyang miscalculated. The amount of data that mastered by a master of a mastery seems to be more than that of the three advanced skills combined. In addition, the master of advanced fighting, such a huge amount of knowledge suddenly poured into his mind made him very difficult!

"Hiss~"

I saw him kneeling on the ground with a thud as soon as he got off his horse and squinted his eyes. Fortunately, his current physique and mental strength were different than ordinary people could bear it. When he opened his eyes, everything suddenly became different.

Mastering skills column has become-

Fighting Mastery (Advanced)

Firearms proficiency (advanced)

Cold Weapon Proficiency (Master)

Musical instrument proficiency (primary)

Driving mastery (primary)

English proficiency (primary)

Military literacy proficiency (primary)

Skill points to be allocated: 1

Fighting mastery has been promoted to advanced level, and cold weapon mastery has been promoted to master. If intermediate to advanced is a qualitative leap, then advanced to master is another qualitative leap, after all, it has reached the top.

For example, at this time, Anyang felt that he was already very skilled in fighting. In addition to his previous fighting skills, he also increased his understanding of human joints, acupoints, muscle force, etc., allowing him to easily find out his opponent's flaws. He could also make the most fatal blow at will, and he could also make dodge or attack reactions based on the opponent's offense more accurately.

And he is even more perfect in terms of cold weapons. The so-called master is to stand at the top of a certain aspect. Practically speaking, although he has not practiced any martial arts, his master's mastery of cold weapons can make him play every weapon superbly, such as long swords. In terms of his understanding of swords alone, he is by no means inferior to a famous master swordsman.

As I was experiencing my own changes, my eyes suddenly became dark and I reached out with a hand.

"Are you okay?"

An Yang was stunned for a moment, and looked up and saw a young face. He shook his head, held the hand and stood up.

"I'm fine, thank you."

"What does it matter, be careful, we may have to fight."

The system prompt sound cannot be heard by ordinary people. Mo Zhui only saw Anyang falling from the horse and kneeling half in the yellow sand. He seemed to be enduring the intense pain and pulled him.

"Ha. I have good kung fu."

"The sand bandits kill people like a slap. You don't have weapons, no matter how good your kung fu is, it's useless!"

"Then don't you just return the weapons to me?"

"This...is not that I don't believe you. It's true that it's not possible."

"Okay, I don't care."

"Well, I'm going to lead the way!"

Seeing Mo Zhuifeng Fenghuohuo leaving, Anyang couldn't help laughing and followed him with his horse.

A moment later, Wang Sheng came over to walk side by side with him. The Jiangdu Commander looked calm and asked calmly, and his tone was like a chat with an ordinary friend.

"Are you a knight?"

"yes."

"Where is your horse?"

"I met the wind and sand. I ran away."

Wang Sheng didn't know whether to believe it or doubt it, but his expression was very calm.

"Then where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to Jiangdu."

Wang Sheng was finally a little surprised: "Jiangdu?"

Anyang pretended not to know anything and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Not much." Wang Sheng shook his head and said. "We are the army of Jiangdu, and we just happened to take you there. But we can only bring you to Jiangdu. There is nothing else we can do."

Anyang bent down slightly and said, "This is enough, thank you very much."

"It's nothing, we may fight later. You have to hide behind you and not have any abnormal movements, otherwise you may be injured by accident."

"I see."

"Um."

Wang Sheng nodded, led the war horse and walked to the front quickly, leaving only Anyang hanging from behind, unarmed and no threat.

Gao Xiang walked past him, glared at him with a little dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better not be a burden to us!"

Anyang frowned and said nothing.

In the original plot, Wang Sheng saved the fox demon Xiao Wei in the sand bandit's nest and took her back to Jiangdu. Why did Gao Xiang not say a word and become unhappy when he was not happy?

He remembered that Gao Xiang was not a villain in the play, but was blinded by Xiao Wei's beauty and magic. In the end, he died at Xiao Wei's hands. He was dug in the palace and eaten in front of another heroine Pei Rong.

Well, it was Xiao Wei who killed him, not Lizard Spirit. It has nothing to do with his mission. If you don’t like this person, you will not be saved. Let him be heartbroken.

There was someone next to him staring at him, his eyes full of deep confusion.

Anyang turned his head and looked at him, and found that it was Xiahou Xiang, so he smiled at him.

Three miles are only twenty minutes away, and even if the desert is difficult, it will take less than half an hour. Wang's army quickly arrived at the camp of the blood camel in the desert.

Wang Sheng made a gesture, and a group of soldiers in armor quickly crossed the sand dunes, leaving a string of chaotic footprints on the desert, the collision of shields and weapons jingled, and the afterglow of the setting sun added a sense of solemnity to the scene.

"Let's see what's going on!"

Wang Sheng said, put down the reins of the war horse and led several soldiers forward quietly, lying on the edge of a sand dune and looking down.

Anyang also bent over and secretly found an empty seat to lie down.

In the distance is a camp with a tall shelf door, covered with large yurt-like tents. In front of it is a small hill made of corpses. Several sand bandits are still unloading the bodies from the cart and throwing them onto the hill, constantly filling its volume.

A strong smell of corpse came, which made people sickening.

The soldiers lying on the dunes were shocked!

Wang Sheng opened his mouth slightly and looked at the scene, and suddenly felt someone coming next to him. He saw that he didn't wear black armor when he turned around and found that it was Anyang.

"Why are you here? Didn't I let you stay?"

Anyang did not answer and said with a serious expression: "I have been looking for these sand bandits for a long time, so why don't we just take them tonight!"

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, turned his head and waved to the side: "Take him down."

A soldier lowered his head and responded, pulling Anyang down, but he didn't dare to resist.

This pretense and pussy failing tastes so sour and embarrassing!

When Anyang was taken back to the dune, Mo chased him over and said, "What are you doing when you run over? You are not a soldier. What if you are found by the bandits when you are exposed?"

Anyang pulled the corner of his mouth and responded, "I understand, this kind of thing will not happen again."

If he hadn't thought that he would live in Jiangdu in the next few months and that his next tasks might be closely related to them, he wouldn't have faced this group of people with such an attitude!

Soon, Wang Sheng took a group of people down from the sand dunes, looking angry.

"This group of sand bandits really kill people. I, Wang Sheng, will be really uneasy if I don't get rid of them!"

Xiahou Xiang hesitated and asked: "General, what do you want to do?"

Wang Sheng looked at the sky and said, "It's too late now. Everyone rest on the spot first, and we will attack them at night before we get rid of them!"

Xiahou Xiang stopped talking.

Night is coming soon.

A fire broke out in the sand bandit camp across the hill, and the sand bandits danced and played around the fire. In the middle, there were women dressed in Western countries singing and dancing, and cheers kept coming.

There was also a woman in the tent who was twisting her body in a navel-exposed suit. She had all the characteristics of a Western Region woman, including her extremely enchanting figure, slender waist and wheat-colored healthy skin, which had a wild temptation.

A pair of hands pressed against her flat abdomen and touched the chest wrapped in white cloth. The woman twisted regardless of the matter, while the owner of the hand laughed wildly.

"Come on...Come on!"
To be continued...