After understanding the situation, he was hesitant and did not know whether he should be involved in the matter.

Mu You looked at Yang Zheng nervously. She was a smart person and understood that her only hope should be placed on the people in front of her. Zi Xin looked like "Don't be close to someone else" and she couldn't speak at all. Although Yang Zheng didn't look like a person who was easy to talk to, at least she still had some hope.

Seeing Mu You look at him like this, Yang Zheng rubbed his eyebrows. Of course, he was not a cold-blooded person. If he had not embarked on a journey of an unknown future, it would have nothing to do with this little girl leaving this sandy realm. It would be very simple to arrange such a person, but he was going to go to the Ashes Desert, and it would be unwise to drag a burden.

However, Yang Zheng couldn't bear to leave her alone, after all, he rescued them and understood the situation.

He asked Zixin: "What do you think?"

Zi Xin said irresistible: "It's up to you."

"Please help me..." Mu You begged in a nasty mainland verb.

Yang Zheng looked at the bright eyes that endured fear and sighed: "Okay, take me to your tribe."

Mu You was shocked and retreated repeatedly: "No, no, I won't go back..."

In panic, even the native language emerged. Yang Zheng stepped forward and grabbed her arm, shook his head, comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm not sending you back as a sacrifice, I'm helping you solve the problem, don't worry, you won't have any trouble."

The psychic technique calmed Mu You's panicked heart, and Mu You looked at Yang Zheng blankly.

"Believe me!" Yang Zheng patted Mu You's head.

This action made Mu You's cheeks burst into tears. She felt that the other party treated her as a child. But at this time it was obviously not a tantrum, she stammered: "You can really help me."

"Of course, I promise you are unharmed."

Yang Zheng suddenly flew up and rushed towards the distance. The wooden vagabonds who were knocked down to the ground and had not yet climbed up were frightened and screamed, turning over and lying on the ground and kneeling down. Among them, the indigenous peoples, they had unimaginable fear and awe for the gods. Yang Zheng's image of free flying was too similar to the legendary gods or devils.

Yang Zheng flew straight to a red camel. He pulled the red camel back and accidentally found that even Mu You was kneeling on the ground, shaking all over.

It seemed that she was scared, Yang Zheng smiled bitterly and shouted: "Get up."

Mu You looked up at Yang Zheng, who could directly convey spiritual messages and fly, just like the legendary gods and demons. He was afraid that the other party's human face would suddenly turn into the demon's green face and fangs.

Yang Zheng pointed to the horse he had vacant and said, "Just ride my horse and take me to your tribe."

Mu You stood up tremblingly. Yang Zheng underestimated the fear of these natives for gods and demons. Mu You seemed to have become the most humble slave. In her eyes, what Yang Zheng said was the will of the gods.

"What's wrong with this sister?" Mixueer asked Yang Zheng in a low voice.

Yang Zheng smiled and teased her: "Maybe Mixue'er looks so scary. She scared her."

Mi Xueer suddenly shouted, "It's not, it's not." She pinched Yang Zheng's face unyieldingly.

Mu You glanced over carefully. The lines on her face that had been tense tightly finally loosened a little, and she was no longer so scared in her heart. After all, this picture of a father-kind love is not very similar to the legendary bloodthirsty demon.

The red camel team of the Wood tribe followed in the distance, probably still couldn't let go of Mu You. The laws in the natives were very strict and even cruel, because they had not completed their tasks and were everywhere to kill. However, Yang Zheng was too shocked to them, and they did not dare to step forward.

After walking for a long time, Yang Zhengdi's eyes suddenly became a little strange. He shouted at Mu You: "Are you sure you did not take the wrong path?"

Mu You stammered: "I...I...I..."

Yang Zheng shook his head, pointed to a cactus on a sand dune in the distance, and said lightly: "If I remember correctly, it is the third time I have seen that cactus."

Mu You burst into tears and explained with some fear: "I...I...I...I didn't mean it...I...I...I didn't..."

If it were someone else, it might not be clear what she was going to say. Yang Zheng rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, raised his hands and pressed them down: "I understand, understand, you don't have to be so nervous. I'm not a demon and I won't eat you. If I guess correctly, are you lost?"

Mu You calmed down a little nervously, her face turned red: "I was chased all the way and ran for a week, and I don't know where I got."

"Okay!" Yang Zheng didn't say anything, and pointed to the red camel team that was shrinking from a distance: "Since that's the case, let that group of people take us away. I think they will know the way better than you."

Before Mu You could express his opinion, Yang Zheng had already flew towards the rear.

Not long after, the red camel team followed behind Yang Zheng, but under Yang Zheng's strong intimidation, their faces turned blue and white.

Yang Zheng asked Mu You to talk to them. After negotiating, the group of people really knew the way.

It is comparable to a rookie like Mu You. They have marked them along the way to avoid getting lost in the desert.

Yang Zheng thought to himself that this girl was so bold. Even if she was not caught by her father, she might die in the desert sooner or later. There is nothing more terrible than getting lost in the desert.

Without mentioning anything, I set off again. With the leadership of the Red Camel team, I finally arrived at the Orchid Oasis where the Wood tribe lives on before sunset the next day.

After several days of yellow sand filled the sky, I suddenly saw the vast green field and felt a sense of rebirth. Mixueer laughed happily and urged Yang Zheng to enter the oasis quickly.

There were obviously some vanguards in the Red Camel team back to the oasis. Before Yang Zheng and his team entered the oasis, the wind in the desert brought countless horse hooves, and smoke and dust appeared on the oasis. Thousands of cavalry surrounded from all directions. From this, we can see that the Wood tribe is indeed a large tribe. It is not easy to have thousands of cavalry in the desert, although most of these cavalry were riding the hard-working red camel.

The Red Camel team who helped Yang Zheng and the others lead the way hurriedly ran to meet with the large army.

Yang Zheng and Zi Xin still rode their horses and walked forward slowly. For the strong men at their level, the number of people is no longer a problem. The gap in the magnitude cannot be made up by the number of people. Even if tens of thousands of cavalry are here, they can come and go freely if they can't kill them.

Mu You was still a little nervous. Although he had seen Yang Zheng's strength, ordinary people could not stand at Yang Zheng's level to appreciate the world and look at the problem.

After the wooden cavalry surrounded Yang Zheng and the others, two rows of cavalry wearing iron ring armor jumped out alone. They rode tall horses, and each cavalry was very strong, bald, and the muscles exposed outside were knotted. From the outfit, it can be seen that they were the strongest group of people in the wooden tribe. Iron in the desert is more precious than gold.

At the point of the two rows of cavalry was a very tall, thin and tough young man with a medicine-made sand tiger head on his head, his body was covered with half of his body, his right shoulder and his arms were exposed, and his body was covered with sperm-like muscles, with only seven or eight iron rings connected together at his right wrist. He was holding an iron spear connected into three meters, and his pointed end was shining with a cold light.

The man suddenly stopped the horse more than ten meters ahead of Yang Zheng. His straight body was like a spear in his hand. His slender eyes were gloomy and swept around Yang Zheng.

He shouted a few words in native language.

Mu You, who was standing beside Yang Zheng, also replied to him in native language.

Yang Zheng didn't want to guess the riddle and asked Mu You: "Who is he?"

"My brother Mu Sheng!" Mu You replied.

"What does he want to do?"

"I told him that you are here to help our tribe, but he doesn't believe it."

"Is there any way to make him believe?" Yang Zheng looked at Mu Sheng and saw the provocation in the other party's eyes.

"He only respects the strong ones to defeat my brother."

Yang Zheng curled his lips and picked up Mixue'er and handed it to Zixin: "Help me take care of her."

Then he turned to Mu You and said, "I don't want to waste time, so...after a while, don't be too scared!"

Mu You didn't know what Yang Zheng meant, but he saw that Yang Zheng had slowly soared from the red hunchback.

This was the first time Mu Sheng saw this. Although his subordinates had told him that the other party would fly, they would only feel scared after the other party really showed this move. His palms were sweating and his heart was struggling. Whether he ordered his subordinates to attack at this time, I was afraid that if the other party was really a god or a demon, it would be terrible.

Yang Zheng had already flew to an altitude of about ten meters, with his limbs stretched out, his long hair was flying, and his body was covered with purple smoke. He did look like a demon god.

The wind elements around him were inspired by Yang Zheng. Since Yang Zheng opened the wind ridge, his use of wind has surpassed the realm of humanity, and at this time he has become one with wind.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly, and the wind rose up flat on the ground. All the cavalry felt that their weapons were subjected to powerful suction. The wind tangled on their weapons, pulled their swords, guns, attacked and arrows into the sky. Even Mu Sheng could not hold the spear in his hand, and watched its weapons fly into the air, stirring together with thousands of weapons to form a huge pellet.

The strong wind blew, and Yang Zheng was drifting down, scanning the audience, his eyes were like flames burning, and a sense of majesty filled the world.

Faced with this incredible scene, every vagrant soldier's fear from the heart was dropped, and he bowed to the ground and shouted in the indigenous words that Yang Zheng could not understand.

Mu You was also scared. Fortunately, she stayed with Yang Zheng for a while and could barely hold back and kowtow.

Yang Zheng shook his hand and the large ball made of weapons fell to the ground. It sounded loudly for a while, and the weapons piled up into a hill.
Chapter completed!