Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 366: Gratitude

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With the crash of the flying boat landing, a large cloud of sand was stirred up.

In the dust and sand, Qiao Zhifang walked out of the flying boat that had been hit in a mess.

He has messy hair, dry lips, and a face of sand, staggering a few steps on the yellow sand and then falling down.

The hot yellow sand was buried on his face. After Qiao Zhifang vomited a few mouthfuls, he panted and got up from the ground. He has gone through hardships in the desert, and his true essence is almost exhausted. You can't fly with imperial air, you can only walk shallow step by step to the ancient city.

The shadow of the city wall finally enveloped Qiao Zhifang. He was so unlucky that he leaned against the city wall to rest for a while. He looked up and saw that it was a dilapidated city wall and a silent road. The ground was covered with layers of yellow sand. ...

Qiao Zhifang's face is full of yellow sand, his brows are tightly frowned, his flying boat is completely broken, if he can't see other people, he will probably miss the Great Northern Desert, more serious, maybe even this desert I can't get out...

Don't care, just hide for a while.

Qiao Zhifang raised his foot and walked into the ancient city.

Swipe!

An extremely overbearing boxing will arrive in an instant with the wind and wind......

The fist wind was violent, and there was a blast of "bang", followed by a violent wind, rolling up Qiao Zhifang, drew an arc in the air, and plunged into the desert like a green onion.

The accident happened so suddenly that when Qiao Zhifang struggled to stand up, his mind was still a little confused. This punch was enough to tear the sky and shatter the earth, if it weren’t for a yin talisman made in his chest. The weapon, I'm afraid that the rushing wind of fist will be enough to penetrate his entire body.

Qiao Zhifang was startled and angry, the world in front of him turned upside down, and he gradually saw the person who appeared at the gate of the city.

"Anyone can enter this ancient city, but disciples of the Lingxiaomen can't enter..."

Pang Tong of Guiyi Pavilion stood in the middle of the city gate. He was dressed in a black costume, with high-stretched hair. He was unspeakably cold and domineering. A pair of starlike eyes stared at Qiao Zhifang outside.

Lin Fei, Wang Lingguan, and Zhou Yun heard the movement and rushed over. Seeing that these two sect disciples were opposing each other, they all frowned.

"Guiyige!"

Qiao Zhifang described it as embarrassed. He saw the person who had shot him flying, his complexion flushed immediately, and his heart was full of anger.

Lingxiaomen and Guiyi Pavilion are recognized rivals in the Northern Territory.

Speaking of speaking, Guiyi Pavilion came to the way of tempering himself, resisting everything with his body, and fighting against everything, while Lingxiaomen is a school of tool repair, and the methods for refining magical runes and artifacts are extremely amazing. Relying on magical runes, it can be said that the two sects are taking completely different paths. However, the origins of the two of them are quite deep. If you look back, it is a past event tens of thousands of years ago.

Tens of thousands of years ago, a young disciple in the Lingxiao Gate had a chance encounter, pushing his own strength to the extreme, comparable to a magic weapon, and a blockbuster in the north. And this disciple's master coveted the disciple's adventure, and wanted to use the disciple's body to make a magic weapon, but the disciple failed to kill him, but was beaten to death by the disciple. This incident shocked the entire Lingxiao Clan.

Although the Lingxiaomen was just a small school that had just developed at the time, it handled the incident very quickly, and immediately decided to abolish the disciple's cultivation base and kill him.

The disciple was also a ruthless person, so he went out of the High Gate and established another faction that day.

This disciple is the ancestor of Guiyi Pavilion.

Since the day when the Guiyi Pavilion was founded, it has been at odds with the Lingxiao Pavilion. For thousands of years, the hatred has accumulated and it has been difficult to eliminate. Whenever the two schools meet, they will not stop dying.

If the ten major factions are not located in the same north, they have many common interests, I am afraid that the two factions would have beaten you to death.

Qiao Zhifang didn't expect that his luck was so bad that he encountered Guiyige's people here. Normally, whenever the two disciples meet, they will fight hard, not to mention in the fierce competition in the North Desert. ...

If Qiao Zhifang is beaten out by a different person today, maybe he will try to avoid disadvantages and will stay outside for a few days, waiting for the northern sandstorm to stop before making plans...

But now the people in Guiyi Pavilion will not let him enter the city, so the nature is naturally different.

Qiao Zhifang clenched his teeth and fixed his eyes on Pangtong who was blocking the door. An anger rose from his chest, stood up, raised his foot and walked to the ancient city door.

Pang Tong moved his wrist and looked at Qiao Zhifang with an indifferent expression.

Qiao Zhifang remained unmoved. Although he is at a disadvantage at the moment, it is absolutely impossible for the people of Gui Yige to make him surrender!

Seeing that Pang Tong was about to punch out again, Wang Lingguan's figure moved and wanted to stand out, but Lin Fei patted his shoulder.

"Brother Wang." Lin Fei held down Wang Lingguan to help the disciple outside the city, and shook his head slightly: "The storm will not erode this place. Even if you are outside the ancient city, you can take a rest."

Wang Lingguan glanced at Lin Fei, and he was a little strange in his heart. He could hear that Lin Fei was persuading himself not to control the Lingxiaomen disciples outside.

But why? According to Lin Fei’s character, he shouldn’t favor the domineering Pang Tongcai...

However, as a fellow mentor, Wang Lingguan naturally stood on Lin Fei's side and would not argue in front of outsiders. Although he had some doubts in his heart, he listened to Lin Fei's words on his face and stopped paying attention.

"Brother Wang! I am Qiao Zhifang, a disciple of the Lingxiaomen. Now my flying boat is badly damaged and I can no longer drive. I have to ask the brother to help the younger one."

Qiao Zhifang saw the storm at the gate of the city and recognized Wang Linggong. So before entering the gate, he shouted at the Wang Lingguan and said that he didn’t know Pangtong’s power, although he was not at ease. Will risk his life and rush into the city gate abruptly, only to find foreign aid.

"Brother Wang, I have always been good at Lingxiaomen and Wenjianzong. Everyone can enter this ancient city. Why can't I enter? Guiyige deceives people too much! I also ask my brother to extend a helping hand. I will never forget the kindness of my brother today!"

Qiao Zhifang's chest rises and falls violently, and his eyes look expectantly at Wang Linggong and others.

Pangtong stood at the gate of the city, his attitude was very obvious, and he would never let Qiao Zhifang enter the city. He was tall and straight. Although he didn't use a sword, he had a sharp sense of sharp blade out of the sheath. His posture was domineering and overbearing. Arrogant.

Qiao Zhifang has already moved out of his sect acquaintance, it would not be good to ignore it completely...

Lin Fei thought for a while and said to Qiao Zhifang: "Let's do it, I'll help you fix the flying boat. It's the same as if you rest outside the city."

When Qiao Zhifang saw that Wang Linggong didn't answer his words, his heart fell a little bit. The blue veins on the back of his hand violently shook his head and said: "My flying boat true spirit is broken and can't be repaired."

"It's so serious, how did it happen?"