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As the largest desert in the Shenzhou continent, it can be said to be a paradise for practicing fire-attributed exercises. It contains extremely huge fire and earth-attributed energies. Practicing there can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Perhaps because it is close to the desert, the weather here is quite dry and hot. The scorching sun shines down from the sky, baking the earth beneath the feet and emitting suffocating heat.

The heat slowly rose up, causing people's vision to become somewhat distorted and blurred.

Ye Qian'an also quite hated this kind of feeling. It was very hot during the day and the temperature dropped sharply at night. He had experienced this feeling personally when he was still practicing Qigong.

Now that he had broken through to the peak of Quasi-Sainthood, he was naturally not afraid of the temperature here. However, the sparsely populated environment here still made him feel unprecedentedly depressed.

Ye Qian'an held the wine gourd, raised his head to take a sip, and galloped towards the depths of the desert. Because it was a desert, there were very few cultivators here, but the monsters here were a little stronger than usual.

Deserts are often forbidden areas for humans. Although there are traces of activities in the outside world, the depths of the desert have become an existence that is beyond the reach of humans.

Not only do countless desert monsters live there, but also the strongest monster race in the desert, the Lingyu tribe.

The Lingyu Clan is a race that has been passed down from ancient times. They were originally the rulers of the sky, but for unknown reasons, they were expelled by humans and forced to survive in the endless desert.

After flying for half a day, Ye Qian'an found a shop selling maps.

In this deserted desert, this shop is so dazzling that if you don’t look carefully, you would really think it is a mirage, a common sight in the desert.

Ye Qian'an looked up at the banner hanging above the shop and walked in naturally, as if he was already accustomed to this shop.

The room is not big, but it is very tidy. There are many scrolls on the cabinet on the side. It goes without saying that these should be the maps of the Tagor Desert.

Behind the counter, an old man was carefully making a map with his head down.

This old man is obviously quite old, but although he has white hair, the dry palm holding the black drawing pen is still steady and strong.

When the old man sensed someone coming here, he not only did not move, but said indifferently:

"Take whatever you want. The maps are all on the cabinet. As for water, I don't have any here. You can go to a town thousands of miles away to have a look. As for whether you can find it, it depends on your luck."

Ye Qian'an did not say anything, but picked up the map on the table and looked at it. After confirming that it was the best map, he put it away.

"how much is it?"

The old man glanced at Ye Qian'an and said calmly, "Three hundred top-grade spirit stones."

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an was startled, and looked at the old man in front of him with a strange expression: "Old man, aren't you a little too arrogant? Three hundred top-grade spirit stones in exchange for a map?"

"Little brother, don't forget, this is a desert. A person will die of thirst soon, and a bottle of water is worth a thousand gold. The map of this place is also incomparable. If you want to survive, you can't do without a map."

Ye Qian'an frowned slightly. Although he felt that the price was outrageous, he also understood that what the old man said was true.

In this dangerous desert, an accurate and detailed map is indeed a matter of life and death. Ye Qian'an touched the storage ring lightly, took out three hundred top-grade spirit stones, put them on the counter, and said, "Old sir, I will give you the spirit stones, but I hope this map is as valuable as you said."

The old man then raised his head and looked at Ye Qian'an carefully. Seeing that he was so straightforward, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he put away the spirit stone and said in a slightly slower tone:

"Little brother, don't feel that you are at a disadvantage. This map was drawn after years of exploration in the desert. It not only marks the locations of various oases and spiritual mines, but also details the activity range of the Spirit Feather Clan and the nests of some powerful monsters. With it, your safety factor in the desert can be greatly increased."

Ye Qian'an nodded, carefully put the map away, and asked, "Old sir, you have been here for many years. Do you know which places in this desert are suitable for practicing fire-attributed skills? I heard that the fire-attributed energy here is rich, and I want to find a perfect place to practice in seclusion for a while."

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "There is a Flame Valley deep in the desert, where the flames never stop all year round, and the fire attribute energy gathers like a substance, which is an excellent place to practice fire attribute techniques.

However, powerful fire-attributed monsters often appear in the valley, and the temperature of their flames is extremely high, which is not something that ordinary people can withstand.

There is also a place called the Flame Crystal Sand Land near the Lingyu Clan’s territory. The Flame Crystal there contains pure fire energy. The effect of practicing with the help of Flame Crystal is also very good. However, the Lingyu Clan attaches great importance to that piece of sand land, and outsiders approaching it may cause conflicts. "

Ye Qian'an thanked the old man and turned to leave.

The old man suddenly stopped him and warned him coldly: "Little brother, you'd better be careful when you go deep into the desert, so as not to bring yourself unnecessary trouble."

Ye Qian'an stopped, turned around and looked at the old man, and asked, "Why?"

"Although the Lingyu tribe was expelled here, their strength should not be underestimated, especially the women of the Lingyu tribe. They may seem beautiful and weak, but they are actually very capable. And there are also those giant sandworms hiding under the sea of ​​sand. Once they are alarmed, their attacks will be extremely terrifying."

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes rested on the spiritual herbs not far away. Just when he wanted to confirm the grade of the spiritual herbs, the old man's voice rang again.

"I advise you not to touch it."

Ye Qian'an stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at the old man, and said, "How much is this herb? I'll buy it."

"No, this is a million-year-old herb I got many years ago. I don't want to sell it."

"But don't think about the spiritual herbs anymore. I don't care about money. Also, don't think about robbing me. It won't do you any good."

The old man was not afraid that Ye Qian'an would leave with the incomplete map. Instead, he slowly drew the map in his hand.

Ye Qian'an smiled and said, "If it was you back then, perhaps I would still be a little bit afraid of you, but unfortunately, you are only a half-saint now."

Hearing these words, the old man's slowly moving ink pen suddenly touched the brush, and it broke abruptly with a crisp sound.

Then he suddenly straightened his back, and the ice-blue aura continued to spread around like a raging storm. Wherever it passed, the entire ground was filled with a circle of special frost.

(End of this chapter)