PS: 12 o'clock in the evening, the fifth explosion! Brothers, give me a helping hand, and I will be named on the gold list!
The flying sword flew up tremblingly.
With a "pop" sound, the flying sword had not yet flown half a meter high. Zhao Yuan, who was standing on the flying sword, fell down. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and was not injured.
"Hey, why are you so stupid!" Wan Linger, who was hanging in the air, cursed angrily.
"This sword is too small, and you don't let me touch you. You can't stand at all." Zhao Yuan said with a sad face.
"Ah... that's right, okay, okay, you're allowed to hold my waist, and you're not allowed to touch me or think about it, do you hear me?"
"Yeah, a villain will never have random thoughts."
"Okay, stand up...hey, you hug me again...forget it, just hug me...are you ready?"
"Ready."
"Then I'm going to take off."
"Wait a minute, I put out the oil lamp. You have to close the door when you go out. Otherwise, the night watchman will find out that I'm not in the room." Zhao Yuan took out a baggage from under the bed and carried it on his back.
I extinguished the oil lamp by the way.
"Eh... I can't tell you are a grown man, but quite attentive. Okay, are you ready?"
"Ready."
"I'm about to take off. When I go out later, please close the door. I have to control the flying sword, so I can't be distracted."
"Well, don't hit your head." Zhao Yuan reminded.
Under the control of Wan Ling'er's weak spiritual energy, the short black flying sword flew up again, crookedly, as if it was about to fall at any time.
When flying out the door, the two of them bent over and flew out in a very strange posture. The moment they were about to go out, Zhao Yuan stretched out his hand and gently closed the door.
Sky.
A huge black shadow floated up and down in the sky, darting up and down, full of dangers.
"Why do you put the sword under your feet?"
Zhao Yuan was very confused. As far as he knew, flying with a sword was usually held in the hand, and the flying sword could be used as a weapon. This kind of flying on a sword was simply unheard of. In addition, the two of them stepped on a small
This made Zhao Yuan feel extremely ridiculous, like a huge fat man riding on a skinny pony.
Zhao Yuan naturally didn't know that Wan Ling'er's spiritual energy was weak and she couldn't control the flying sword at all. She was able to control the flying sword at her feet entirely because of the high quality of the sword. She could control it with just a little spiritual energy. However, Rao was
In this way, Wan Ling'er couldn't fly with the flying sword in his hand, and could only step on the flying sword.
"I want you to take care of it. I don't like this!"
"Don't be excited, don't be excited..."
As soon as Wan Ling'er spoke, Feijian lost control and drew a winding snake shape in the air. Zhao Yuan was so frightened that he hugged Wan Ling'er's slender waist tightly.
"Coward." Wan Ling'er snorted coldly.
"..."
Zhao Yuan did not dare to speak, lest he cause Wan Ling'er to lose control of his emotions again. Now he was at an altitude of tens of meters. If he fell, he would definitely die without any trace of his body.
Within a few miles of flying, Wan Ling'er adapted to flying alone. The flying sword became much more stable and the speed gradually increased.
Zhao Yuan still didn't dare to speak. This was his first time flying in the air, which made him a little afraid of heights.
Fortunately, after flying for a period of time, Zhao Yuan gradually adapted to it. Still in shock, he began to pay attention to the underground scenery.
It turns out that looking down from a high altitude is such a beautiful scenery.
Although the ground is covered with white snow, under the bright moonlight, the outline of the rolling land is still very clear, giving people an extremely vast and spectacular sight.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan sneezed, and the flying sword shook for a while. Wan Ling'er screamed in fright. He tried his best to instill spiritual energy. Finally, the shaking flying sword became stable again.
"Hey, why are you sneezing?"
"I... it's too cold..." Zhao Yuan hesitated while smelling Wan Ling'er's fragrant hair.
"You are a man, okay? I am a daughter and I am not afraid of the cold." Wan Ling'er said angrily.
"You are a cultivator."
"That's right, cultivators need to be more tolerant of the cold."
The cold wind was blowing hard, and the two of them flew towards Xiaoyang Mountain without catching a ride. In less than half an hour, they had already flown to the hillside of Xiaoyang Mountain.
Under the moonlight, the peaks of Xiaoyang Mountain covered with white snow soar into the sky, like a sharp sword, giving people a strong visual impact.
"If we find the Yangshan Leopard, do you have a way to catch it?" Wan Ling'er asked.
"I don't know." Zhao Yuan answered calmly.
"Halo, if we are not sure, it will be in vain if we find it. The Yangshan leopard is extremely fast and cunning by nature. When it encounters an enemy, it will quickly hide in the woods. We can't see it at high altitude, so what should we do?
..." Wan Ling'er said depressedly.
"Why didn't you use the flying sword to kill the Yangshan Leopard?" Zhao Yuan asked doubtfully.
"If I can kill the Yangshan Leopard with a flying sword, why would I call you here?" Wan Ling'er snorted coldly.
"But……"
"Boss, the Yangshan leopard is very alert. We can only see it at high altitudes. Usually, when we find it, it will also find us. Then, it will run into the dense woods at extremely fast speeds, moving like
Lightning is extremely sensitive at every turn. Even my father, not to mention me, can't catch up... Hey, the person in front is flying with a sword..."
"Where?" Zhao Yuan's body was shocked.
"Front left."
Sure enough, thousands of meters ahead, two small black dots flew over at lightning speed. Outside the black dots, there was a faint layer of light, which at first glance was the aura of the cultivator.
"Do you know him?" Zhao Yuan asked anxiously.
"I don't know. There are very few cultivators in Xiaoyang Mountain." Wan Ling'er shook his head.
"Land quickly and don't meet them."
"Why?"
"Many cultivators are bad people. They burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil. If they covet your beauty and I can't protect you, wouldn't you be in danger? It's very possible... maybe..." Zhao Yuan was afraid of Wan Ling'er.
Curious, he quickly threatened.
"What could it be?"
"It is very likely that he raped first and then killed, destroying the body and destroying all traces..."
Wan Ling'er shuddered, and before Zhao Yuan finished speaking, his feet sank, and the flying sword had already landed on Xiaoyang Mountain and flew straight into a cave.
The entrance to the cave is very hidden, behind a huge boulder. The boulder not only hides the entrance, but also blocks the cold wind.
Judging from the ashes at the entrance of the cave and Wan Ling'er's familiar movements, Zhao Yuan concluded that Wan Ling'er must often come to this place to stay.
"Hai Long, there are still hundreds of miles to go to Huayun Mountain. It's freezing cold here. Let's rest here for one night and return to Huayun Mountain tomorrow."
"Fourth brother is right. I'm hungry and cold right now. I'll hunt a rabbit or something later and eat some hot food to warm myself up."
Just as the two of them entered the cave, voices came from outside the cave entrance.
Sun Hailong!
Enemies really meet on a narrow road. Zhao Yuan never dreamed that he would meet people from the Huayun Sect here.
Zhao Yuan's body trembled, and he quickly pulled Wan Ling'er into the cave, lurking behind a rock. His whole body was like a taut string. Wan Ling'er seemed to be aware of Zhao Yuan's nervousness, and could not hold his breath.
Dare to speak out.
"Fourth brother, let me search this cave first."
"There's no need to search. This is where some hunters stayed overnight. A few days ago, Yang Long and I passed by here when we went after that kid and stayed overnight. These ashes were left by our fire. It's snowing outside now.
, there are no footprints, and there won’t be anyone. You can just find some dead branches around, I’ll go hunt a rabbit or something and I’ll be right back.”
In the darkness, cold sweat broke out on Zhao Yuan's back. Fortunately, he had just flown straight into the cave with his flying sword, leaving no trace behind. Otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.
"I was hurt by that kid this time. Senior brother is still lying in bed recovering from his injuries. The mountains behind him are also burned to the ground. It's freezing cold today. We have to hunt down that kid all over the world. When we catch that kid, we will definitely
I have to cut him into pieces to satisfy the hatred in my heart!" Sun Hailong responded with a grumble, and immediately, there was a sound of footsteps, and both of them left. Apparently, one went hunting and the other went to find some branches.
They actually chased him for hundreds of miles!
What is intolerable is unbearable.
Thinking of the inexplicable fatal disaster, Zhao Yuan suddenly became terrified.
"Is there an exit from here?"
"No. Do they have any grudge against you?" Wan Ling'er asked.
"Yes, if we are discovered by them, we won't be able to survive." Zhao Yuan calmed down a little and said, "I will explain to you later. It's too late. You just wait here and don't make a sound."
"Yeah." Wan Ling'er became inexplicably nervous, and she felt the murderous intent boiling in Zhao Yuan's heart.
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