And he was assigned to the middle-aged man in front of him.
Qin Ming didn't know his name, but only knew that others called him Team Zhang, and they followed suit.
After this period of contact, Team Zhang is not bad.
At least fair and just, and will not favor anyone.
At the very beginning, Team Zhang asked him to go to the center of the team, and he also made it clear that he had broken up with Chu Xiao.
Team Zhang didn't force it, and let him stay at the back of the team.
But now it is obvious that the whole team is more cautious, so Qin Ming no longer insists.
Now the warriors of the caravan are tense, and they won't be in a good mood. Qin Ming believes that Chu Xiao will not find work for the caravan guards at this time.
Once this happens, Chu Xiao is likely to be kicked out of the caravan.
This place is far away from the Yuan tribe, and Qin Ming felt that there were groups of warriors with malicious intentions around him.
Anyone who acts alone may be regarded as prey by them.
Qin Ming instead hoped that Chu Xiao would trouble him.
If Chu Xiao really attacked him, Qin Ming could take the opportunity to make matters worse and get Chu Xiao kicked out.
Although Chu Xiao was stronger than him, it was not easy to kill him.
Qin Ming was confident that he could fight Chu Xiao for more than a hundred rounds.
Chu Xiao didn't have the ability to kill him in one blow, so it was impossible to kill him in public, so in the caravan, Qin Ming certainly wasn't worried about Chu Xiao.
Chu Xiao seemed to know this too, but he just snorted coldly and didn't attack, which disappointed Qin Ming.
Looking at the setting sun in the sky, Qin Ming sighed that another day has passed.
At this moment, a group of about a hundred people came slowly on camels. Most of them were dressed in black clothes, majestic and majestic. Before they approached the caravan, their aura was exuded.
Everyone in the caravan looked solemn, because most of the hundreds of people's martial arts realm had reached the late stage of the True Dragon Realm, and the lowest martial arts realm of the other warriors was also the middle stage of the True Dragon Realm.
Although their fighting strength is not as good as that of the caravan, but in the end, no one knows what the consequences will be.
Don't forget, there are still some warriors watching from the outside.
"Old Qi, we meet again." In the team of hundreds of warriors, a burly man carrying a thick purple ax walked to the front of the team and laughed.
Apparently he knew the people in the caravan.
Mr. Qi is the leader of the caravan. Mr. Qi is not the strongest in the caravan, but he is the most prestigious.
"Haha, so it's Brother Qing, I haven't seen Bielai for so many years." Elder Qi laughed and stepped forward, clasped his hands and said politely.
Hearing Elder Qi call out the big man's name, the warriors in the caravan heaved a sigh of relief.
Now that you know each other, you probably won't be able to fight.
Caravans don't want to fight, and once they fight, people will die.
The warrior who joined the team died, and the caravan was responsible for paying the consolation money.
"It seems that this time we should give some black stones, and we can pass." The old Liu next to him, who had walked through the city several times, vowed in a low voice, "The caravan doesn't want to fight, and those people don't want to fight either. "
"Both sides are about the same strength. While they want to pass here, they don't want to let us easily go. They don't want to fight. Giving Black Stone is not only a face, but also a job for his subordinates."
As expected by Old Liu, Qin Ming saw that Old Qi took out a black bag and handed it to the big man.
The big man weighed it up, smiled in satisfaction, waved his hand, and led the person away in a chic manner.