Chapter 633 Resting the Sword

Chapter 634

Dabao stepped forward, took out a few sand scorpions from his rucksack, and gestured to the sand people, saying that they came here to catch sand scorpions in the sand field and strayed into this place by mistake.

The sand man is not a fool, it's just that he doesn't understand the language. Seeing Dabao making gestures like this, he probably understands it. Seeing that everyone's expressions are kind, he is not as vicious as before. He said, pointing to the distance, as if asking them to go somewhere with him.

They had this intention, so it was better to be respectful than obedient, anyway these people didn't intend to let them go.

So the people were escorted by the sandmen with weapons to leave the oasis, climbed over several sand dunes, and finally came to a place covered with many simple huts.

These huts are the houses and dwellings of the sand people.

This area is quite large, about the size of a small town. There are many huts, big and small, of all kinds. People wearing fur clothes can be seen walking around here and there.

The leader of the sand people yelled, and then more sand people rushed over and surrounded them.

An older Sandman walked to the middle of the encirclement, pointed at the swords on Zhu Yan and the others, and said in very lame words: "Stop the sword!"

Everyone understood that he wanted them to take off their swords.

Shiba Xuesha glanced at Zhu Yan, waiting for Zhu Yan's order.

Zhu Yan said: "Remove the sword, we are not masters who can't move without the sword, just take it back when the time comes."

Only then did Eighteen Blood Fiend reluctantly remove the swords from his waist one by one.

For warriors, the sword is the same as their life, and they must never leave their bodies.

Yun Xiangtian felt apologetic. The Eighteen Blood Fiends are so powerful in the wild and wild, and the way of swordsmanship is the best known in the world, but now they are forced to lay down their swords in front of these barbarians. For them, that is more uncomfortable than obliterating their lives insult.

They did all this for the Yun Clan, for Yun Xiangtian.

Yun Xiangtian also took off the sword around his waist, and said to Shiba Xuesha and Zhu Yan, "Your kindness, Yun will keep it in his heart, and he will definitely repay you generously."

Xia Yuanqiu said: "We are a family, and Zhu Yan still respectfully calls you senior brother, so why does Big Brother Yun say such a generous reward?"

Tears flashed in Yun Xiangtian's eyes, and the emotion in his heart was unsurpassed in all his life. He had never done anything for Zhu Yan, but Zhu Yan sacrificed his life and suffered humiliation for him.

Zhu Yan said: "As long as we can find Bigenlian and save Patriarch Yun's life, what does the humiliation we have suffered today matter?"

After receiving the swords of the crowd, a sand man took Xia Yuanqiu's burden and shook everything in the burden to the ground.

I saw that apart from two pieces of clothes, there were some medicinal materials, a bag of silver needles and a knife, and nothing else.

In the entire sand people tribe, only this old man could say a few words that they could understand. The old man squatted on the ground and looked at the medicinal materials, then picked up the needle bag, pointed at Xia Yuanqiu and said, "You—— husband?"

Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "I am a doctor, specializing in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases."

The original seriousness and even seriousness on the old man's face disappeared in this instant.

Perhaps because of excitement, he forgot to speak outsider's language to them for a moment, and babbled a lot of Shaman's language that they couldn't understand.

Xia Yuanqiu frowned and shook his head: "I don't understand, please speak slowly."

Only then did the old man come back to his senses, and said in his crappy "human language" word by word: "The paper needs rice paper, Xia Hua, Jiufangmi go—"