The golden eagle flapped its wings, then turned around and walked toward the thatched cottage step by step, somewhat clumsily.
Wu Zhi followed behind, and Bai Qianqian had almost adapted by this time.
She used the Turtle Breath Technique to barely resist the thin air at the top of the mountain.
He also filled his whole body with the true energy in his body to withstand these multiple gravity forces.
Although doing this consumes a lot of internal energy, it is the only way to be able to walk normally.
In the world, I am afraid that only the perverted Wu Zhi can use his own unique skills to walk here like flying.
Even if a peerless master like Kong Qiu came up, his own strength would be greatly reduced due to limited conditions.
Bai Qianqian also had to sigh that Wu Zhi was extraordinary.
Although he made a fool of himself at first, he was able to adapt to it in such a short period of time. It can be said that even his grandfather did not expect this.
Wu Zhi and Bai Qianqian followed the golden eagle to the back of the thatched cottage.
As Wu Zhi walked, he felt excited in his heart.
As a lover of martial arts novels, he had long imagined whether there was a so-called sword tomb or knife tomb behind the thatched cottage.
Buried inside are all the magical weapons used by the Demon Lord during his lifetime.
The golden eagle led Wu Zhi and Bai Qianqian to the cliff with a drop of more than ten meters. Compared with the mountain peak they were standing on, this cliff was nothing at all.
Except for some scratches from the blade, there is nothing else on the cliff, and the grass underfoot is extremely flat.
There is no so-called sword tomb here, and Wu Zhi is a little disappointed.
He looked at the golden eagle: "Brother Eagle, don't you have any treasure?"
In this world, Wu Zhi is probably the only one who can be so direct without any cover-up.
The golden eagle also called to Wu Zhi a few times, flapped its wings, and then spun around.
Wu Zhi immediately rolled his eyes: "Fight with you?"
"It's hard for me to even walk and run in this place now, and I still have to fight with you. Isn't this just a shame?"
As a result, as soon as Wu Zhi finished speaking, the golden eagle flapped its wings and flew towards him.
Bai Qianqian quickly avoided it and sat on the grass next to him in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
She originally wanted to yell at the golden eagle, but she saw the golden eagle spread its wings and beat Wu Zhi violently.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Oh yo!
Seeing Wu Zhi being beaten violently, I suddenly felt so beautiful.
"Okay! Okay! Brother Diao, give him a good beating!"
"Let him know why the flowers are so red!?"
What Bai Qianqian didn't know was that after following Wu Zhi for a long time, her personality was also changing subtly.
No matter whether it is on the mountain or at the bottom of the mountain, this golden eagle looks cumbersome when walking.
But once you take action, it's swift, as fast as lightning!
Wu Zhi was beaten to a pulp for a while.
Every time he was knocked to the ground, the golden eagle would pounce, grab Wu Zhi by the collar with its golden mouth, and throw him flying.
Then, with a flutter of wings, he rushed forward and beat him again!
"stop!"
"Stop, stop, stop."
Wu Zhi, who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, saw that the golden eagle was about to pounce again, and quickly stretched out his hand to shout to stop.
"I said, brother, let me take a breath first."
The golden eagle stopped and barked several times.
Wu Zhi sat down cross-legged, adjusting his internal strength and repairing his body, while calmly observing the cliff in front of him with countless knife scratches.
Somehow, watching and watching, Wu Zhi became fascinated.
In a daze, Wu Zhi seemed to see an old man with gray hair, holding a branch in his hand and waving it wantonly at the cliff in front of him.
Every time he waved a branch, a sharp sword energy would shoot out of the air.
The old man's movements are many and complex.
Wu Zhi could even see some of the sword techniques he was familiar with.
Strong wind sword technique.
Burning wood knife technique.
Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Knife.
Half-moon scimitar.
Extinction is one word.
Cutting a chicken, uh, not, cutting, a deer knife.