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Chapter 1862 It's really no man's land

Liu Zhengyang and Qilin disappeared outside the camp.

Although the tents built by everyone look very weak, these are all high-tech products from Tiannan Province. Don’t look light and thin, but the protection ability is very strong.

It is precisely for this reason that the tents in the camp did not have any damage.

Although Fang Yanbin looked careless, he was extremely careful in his work.

After Liu Zhengyang left with Qilin, he organized people to cover the cliff and build a standard marching camp.

Although it is not comparable to the regular military camps in Tiannan Province.

But now the various defense measures in the camp are still very effective.

"Captain Fang, are we so cautious! Can anyone dare to attack us?"

Listening to the question of the team leader below, Fang Yanbin turned around and looked at him coldly: "Are you questioning my decision now?"

"No! Of course not!"

The team leader just complained, but he didn't expect that Fang Yanbin, who was very easy-going, would attach so much importance to this matter when he smiled on weekdays!

Fang Yanbin snorted coldly: "It's okay to forget it normally, but remember, as long as we go on a mission, we must not have any luck! From now on, we will be on a level of alert in the entire camp! If anyone dares to relax, you should know my methods!"

"I understand! Captain Fang, don't worry, we will definitely do our best to execute!"

"Go!"

Fang Yanbin waved.

This trip was not good, and Fang Yanbin frowned. He always felt that something big was about to happen.

However, as long as you take it seriously, even if something happens, the losses will be minimized!

The yellow-haired style is indeed quite special.

Liu Zhengyang is lost!

All the orange-yellow colors in front of me were all orange. Even the spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the body, and could only be blocked around my body, which made Liu Zhengyang frown.

"Forget it, since you can't find the direction, just move straight in one direction!"

Liu Zhengyang frowned, and then led the little Qilin forward. As he walked, Liu Zhengyang suddenly stopped.

He found a serious problem.

He actually returned to his position just now! The reason for this judgment is that the cliff-like black shadow ahead of him has not changed at all!

"What's wrong! This is not a simple yellow-haired wind!"

Liu Zhengyang's pupils suddenly shrank.

This is also one of his shortcomings. He is extremely insensitive to the formation, which also led to him discovering the problem at this time.

It was obvious that he was trapped in the formation.

And this yellow-haired wind is probably just an attack from the formation!

But who is it? He actually trapped himself in the yellow-haired wind quietly. A person who has such ability is not an ordinary person. Liu Zhengyang subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

At this time, deep in the yellow-haired wind, a huge eye suddenly opened, but then closed, as if it had never appeared.

But Liu Zhengyang felt that he was being targeted by something.

"What's wrong, I feel a chill on my spine!"

Qilin suddenly spoke, his expression filled with panic.

"It seems that the other party is not kind!"

Liu Zhengyang's face was gloomy, and then the Blood Dragon Spear summoned out.

Since it is a formation, he understands what to do! Although he is not very sensitive to formation, it is difficult for any formation to play its due role in front of Liu Zhengyang.
Chapter completed!
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