The leader couldn't help but slam the horse's head and was about to escape. As for these subordinates, although it was not easy to assemble, his life was important after all. However, before the horse's head had turned, he found that a cold light flashed by, and the gold digger on the opposite side fell to the ground.

In an instant, everyone turned their heads and looked at their leader, a little confused. The leader was only eighteen or nineteen years old and was staring at by many thieves, and felt a little embarrassed.

Since he could be the leader of the horse bandit, this person was naturally quite wise. He urged the horse and laughed and scolded: "Let's go forward together, don't be monopolized by the old turtle of the gray scorpion!" As he said that, everyone urged the horse to come forward. As he shouted, the horse's hooves flew over, and the horse's hooves were polished with yellow sand and as bright as silver.

The horse galloped like a dragon, and the distance of twenty feet arrived in the blink of an eye. When we arrived at the top of the sand slope, everyone realized that although the gold hunter was lying down to the sky, there was no trace of blood on the yellow sand, and the brother who was acting was a little at a loss.

"Gray Scorpion, you a fool!"

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The thieves changed their qualities and instantly pulled their swords out of their sheaths, cursing and trying to take action. The leader looked at Tang Cheng's sarcastic eyes hidden in his hood, and then contacted his previous discovery. He suddenly felt a cold sweat behind him, and suddenly raised his breath and shouted: "Stop it all!"

As he said that, the leader jumped down from the horse's back, pushed the golden mountain, fell to the jade pillar, and knelt down on the ground, kowtowed, "The Flying Eagle Gang has no eyes to recognize Qingyang Mountain, and I hope there are many seniors, so don't bother with the boys."

All the thieves knew that the leader was cruel and ruthless and had a strong means. If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have allowed these rebellious bandits to convince them. Even if he was so stupid, the thieves knew that something was wrong. After looking at each other, they all hurriedly returned their swords and jumped off the horse. Only Jin Bangzi still waved his sword and shouted: "Gang Master, why bother to be him? Let's go together and be him!"

The leader of the Feiying Gang, who was kneeling on the ground, almost spit out his lungs with blood, raised his head and stared at Jin Bangzi hard. If he had a look of his eyes, he believed that he had already cut Jin Bangzi into pieces.

Everyone looked at Jin Bangzi with deep pity, and their IQ was indeed a flaw and could not be saved. The leader knelt on his knees, suddenly straightened his spine, and shouted, "You can't stop talking, what does it have to do with us when you are arbitrary killing yourself?"

However, Jin Bangzi looked at the guy who didn't understand. He hummed twice in disappointment and said, "I didn't expect you are timid villains. I, Jin Kaitai, left the Feiying Gang today and were willing to do something with me. From now on, this desert will be our world." Finally, Jin Kaitai laughed proudly, as if he had really become the master of the desert.

The gang leader's forehead was thundering. The golden rod was just joined recently. He relied on his ability to speak sixteen dialects and was arrogant and arrogant. But today this situation was the first time this leader met.

"I have no choice but to do anything!" The leader raised his wrist and a short four-inch long arrow shot out like lightning, hitting the throat of Jinbang. He clattered twice and then fell off the horse's back.

Blood stained with yellow sand.

Tang Cheng bounced up from the ground like a zombie, smiled at the leader, and said, "You are very smart!" The leader looked at the yellow sand at Tang Cheng's feet and did not collapse at all, and couldn't help but feel ashamed: "Shame! They are all kindness of seniors!"

When Tangcheng was in Tacheng, he heard about the name of the Flying Eagle Gang. Among the bandits in the Tonggut Desert, the Flying Eagle Gang is unique. Of course, it is not that they are saints, but that these horse bandits will not kill them when they encounter gold diggers who do not resist. Instead, they will give them a horse after drawing 70% of the gold.

Of course, this does not mean that they are good people, but they know that fishing in a dry pond will make everyone have no money to make, otherwise they would not test Tangcheng with a blade.

Tang Cheng did not intend to kill these horse bandits, otherwise they would not have made them come over.

When he saw it closer, Tang Cheng couldn't help but exclaim for the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang. The leader of the Flying Eagle Gang had a good look. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, with ape arms and a warbler shoulders, his nose was like a hanging gallbladder, and his eyes were like a morning star. Even if he was kneeling there, his waist and back stopped, without any feeling of shortness of breath.

This guy was wearing a black short suit with tight buckles, legs tied up, cowhide fast boots, seven two-edged sharp knives with twinkle shining light on his waist, long sword hanging on his waist, a pure steel grab with his right shoulder, and a slingshot made of poplar wood hanging on his left shoulder. The bag was bulging inside, and I don’t know what was put on.

This man was fully armed, but these were all disguises. His biggest killer move was probably the short arrow that could be stimulated by raising his hand. Within one meter, it was really like a stone of shock. The golden rod was not a weak hand, but he didn't even know how he died.

This guy's methods can be said to kill two birds with one stone. In addition to eliminating internal troubles, he can also convey a message to Tangcheng - we are not easy to mess with, be careful not to break the enemy's death.

The environment in the desert is extremely harsh. Although these guys are horse bandits, their clothes are very worn. Even the leader of the gang is the same. Even the black cloak that attracted him the most has several obvious holes.

Tang Cheng asked with interest: "Who are you calling me?" These words were very abrupt, which made the leader hesitate!

Those who go out to work as robbers will not report their real names. First, it is because doing such a business is a bit insulting the ancestors, and second, it is also afraid that the government will follow the clues to find their family members. Even the people from the Feiying Gang only know the surname of their leader Luo and their specific name is, and they know nothing about it.

However, Tang Cheng's question made him unable to escape. After hesitating for a moment, the leader of the Feiying Gang replied honestly: "Senior, your real name is Luo Wanxiang, and your nickname is Iron-winged Feiying."

Tang Cheng has been hiding in the gray robe, making Luo Wanxiang unable to see his appearance clearly. Any warrior at the level of the earth's immortals is an old monster who has lived for more than a hundred years. It is natural to call him a senior.

The Iron-winged Eagle is a kind of bird of prey in the desert. It is made from the unique monster sand python in the Tonggute Desert as its main food, and the demon scorpion is snacking, which is extremely powerful. Luo Wanxiang uses this as its name, which shows that its reputation in the desert is very famous.

Tang Cheng smiled strangely and said, "Is the iron-winged eagle? The opportunity to test you is coming soon!" As soon as the words finished, everyone's feet suddenly arched upwards, as if a mountain was rising under the yellow sand. Among the thieves, they immediately soared into the sky with a quick response and fled out slantedly, while more people were very confused and did not know what had happened.

It was not until the brown shell floated out of yellow sand that everyone remembered the strange legend in the Tonggut Desert that the demon-like sand scorpion would swallow all moving lives.

In this moment, everyone jumped away, but the speed was half a beat slower after all. However, there was always something slower than their speed, and that was the horse.

Herod's tragic neighing made a footnote to the fearful look of these horses. As if they were watched by natural enemies, these war horses were just shy and could not even be able to escape.

Two eight-foot-long bone clamps were leisurely poked out, and the sharp pincers suddenly pierced into the body of the war horse. In an instant, the bone clamp neighed the war horse into two pieces.

The sand scorpion finally showed its hideous true face, eight feet long bone pincers, one and six feet long body, and the towering tail thorns with dark color, obviously extremely fierce toxicity.

"It's really a demon scorpion!" The speaker said in a sad tone, and obviously he had lost his fighting spirit. The sand scorpion is an eternal legend in the Tonggut Desert, but this kind of monster is active in the center of the desert. Neither horse bandits nor gold hunters will cross the death boundary composed of that string of oasis.

However, what these horse bandits want to scold is that the place they are now is just the fucking edge of the desert. What are you here to wander around with Sand Scorpion?

Seeing that the robbers were full of fighting spirit, Luo Wanxiang snorted and shouted: "It's all hell to cheer me up, don't forget what my nickname is?"

The spirit of the thief was boosted. Speaking of which, the origin of the Luowanxiang Iron-winged Flying Eagle was because of the legend that he fought a wounded demon scorpion and took its pair of bone clamps, and the Flying Eagle Gang became famous.
Chapter completed!