Wang Mo shouldn't have seen it. He won't give it a demon core. He came down several times in a row. Wang Mo was indifferent to its hoarse cry. Until its cry is slightly hoarse and faint. Wang Ocai realized that his actions were wrong.

"It's just a creature that was born less than a day ago. It is in the most vulnerable period of its life. Imagine yourself as the only person you can rely on. However, although, strictly speaking, he was treated as such. He is his savior. But every life has its own dignity. Why do you want it to do what you don't want to do? Besides, now it only knows how to rely on itself. No survival skills. It's impossible to know what you mean. Looks. This society is really changing itself unconsciously!"

Wang Mo smiled at himself. Slowly open your palms. Reveal the Demon Core. Look at the potatoes and let out a shout. Swallow the Demon Core in one bite. Settle for hiccups. Wang Mo's left shoulder recovered. Find a comfortable location. He slept for a while.

At this time, after this ordeal. Wang Mofa suddenly discovered. His state of mind. There is a slight increase at this time. This is a hint of understanding. Composed... Promotions.

The laws of heaven are clear. The Tao follows nature. There is nothing to force. But we can't remember. Small changes. This will make such a difference!

"Get up!" Wang Amo snorted softly. He repeatedly pinched tactics with both hands. I saw the ink sword on my waist instantly unsheathed. Blue light glows all over the body. The body of the sword seems to have been magnified several times. Float in front of me.

Such a scenario. Wang Mo had practiced countless times before. Reach out and grab the sleeping potato on his left shoulder. Hold in your arms. I saw his shoulders tremble slightly. The corpse jumped onto the inky sword.

Accompanied by a huge air bao zha. Leaves a blue light and shadow in the air. Wang Mo disappeared.

Although I have practiced flying swords many times. But every time I'm in the air, I feel different.

Wang Mo sighed in his heart. Just a cup of tea. He jumped dozens of miles. This speed. With Mercedes ten times.

It's only a short 20 minutes. Wang Mo crossed the river with his royal sword, which was more than 100 miles wide. As soon as you cross the other segment in front. You will set foot on land.

With Wang Mo's fast flight. Potatoes in my arms. I don't know how to wake up. Looking out of her skirt.

This may be due to the surname of Heaven. When it looks around, it is found in the air. He cried excitedly.

Eyes look at its emaciated body and run away. Wang Mo hurriedly put it back.

Just kidding. It's high-speed flight. If it weren't for the fact that the surface of the body has its own protection, it wouldn't be covered. Weakness. So exposed. The rapid passage of air pressure alone was enough to burst its lungs to death.

Wang Mo clearly remembers the first time he flew. These doors are not clear. Those painful experiences. To this day, I still remember it vividly.

No matter how many times "Potato" cried in his arms. Wang Mo frowned slightly. He clearly overestimated his abilities. The width of the Thyme River.

When I first practiced flying. But these were never calculated. This is also the sadness of not having a guide. Everything has to be figured out by yourself.

On land. Rely on a strong body and internal qi for longevity. You can walk thousands of miles at a time. The cost of the flight of this royal sword. Ten times more than that. It doesn't just consume the power of divine knowledge. Even true qi is expensive! If there is no profound achievement. It is impossible for the royal to fly.

At this time. Although there is some mist on the river. But you can still see the object in front of you. Look around. With his eyesight at this time. However, at a distance, one can only see a blurry image. But it is clear that the distance is not very short.

Feel the body's consumption of Qi and the reduction of spiritual knowledge. Wang Mo knows. If it continues like this. Maybe we have to swim.

Maybe it's a pity in heaven. I can't stand that he's a soup chicken. A dark figure appeared ten miles to his left. Look closely. But it was a fishing boat.

Wang Mo smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. Don't care about anything. Even if it turns slightly. Fly to that ship.

Trying to control the flying sword. Wang Mo fell up gently. Look at that.

I saw that this one was about 33 meters long. Not a big fishing boat. But all the appliances are well equipped.

There were only a dozen people on board. An old man with a face full of vicissitudes. Apparently the leader of these fishermen. The rest are young, strong young men.

At this time. They were crying to their elders. Trumpets in unison. Pull up the fishing net in the water. The hectic scene prevented all of them from finding another stranger on board.

Wang Mo didn't bother these people. He just wanted to go to the other side on a downwind boat.

This time due to the excessive consumption of sacred knowledge. There is an urgent need to adjust interest rates. I was about to turn around and find a corner to hide. But I didn't want to hear a clear cry behind me.

"Ah, Yahoo!"

Wang Mo quickly looked at it. I saw a little girl sitting on the ground with her head covered. I couldn't see my face clearly. However, from the clear and crisp cry, it can be seen that she is not too old.

At this time, he was holding his head with his hands. I kept rubbing. It's obvious. It was a big bump just now.

This is also Wang Mo who has just boarded the ship. Both the divine consciousness and the true qi consume the drama. The meat is as tight as steel. If you haven't come yet, relax. The little girl touched him directly. It doesn't hurt.

Wang Mo watched barefoot. A little girl who can't stop crying. I sighed slightly. Because it was exposed. The surname is generous.

Go forward. Place your right hand on the girl's head. There isn't much True Qi in the body. Slowly transport it over.

Outsiders seem to have only brief contact. It consumed the last bit of Wang Mo's true qi. Fortunately, Wang Mo's flesh is very strong. If you are someone else. At this time, it is possible that the two black eyes are already drowsy

After all, an empty body feels like a thief going upstairs. No one can resist it.

The little girl felt the warmth coming from her head. Feel less pain. After a while, the pain was gone.

It's a carefree mood to look up at the culprit in front of you. The first to enter the eye was a pair of blue scaly boots. Fine balances. The upper is high. Obviously not a fisherman on his own boat. Look up again. It is a blue scale. Dress up as the adventurer she's seen in town. However, the person in front of us is clearly not emphasized.

It's up again. But I saw a face that was expressionless and somewhat resolute. Only the skin is a little white. But it's delicious.

Wang Mo was a little helpless. Look at the little girl sitting on the board of the boat. I just had a pretty face. But I don't know why I blushed all of a sudden. I just looked at myself and didn't say anything.

At this time. Those fishermen. But it just pulls up a fishing net. Previously, they sang trumpets. He hid the little girl's cry of pain. At this time. The old man arranged for them to collect the fish they caught. He walked to the other side.

Although the old man's hair is gray. But the walking chamber of the ship was as smooth as shoes. It's more stable than those young people. When he came here, he wanted to call his granddaughter. When I was going to ask how the breakfast was. But he found a stranger on board. She glanced at her granddaughter, Xiaoying, and sat down in front of him.

Look at Xiaoying's ruddy face. The old man didn't have time to think about how the man got on his fishing boat. Suddenly there was a thunderclap. Bucket next to the hand. The oath hit the man. But listen to this n. The air was humming. We'll know how strong he is. Obviously angry.

"Hmm!"

At this time, Wang Mo's true qi and divine sense were excessively consumed. But his six senses are very acute. When the old man came not far behind him. He found someone. I just didn't have time to explain. He heard a loud shout behind him. When I turn around and look. But he saw an old man lifting a large wooden barrel and smashing himself.

In desperation. Wang Mo waved his left hand lightly. Meet in the bucket.

The old man only felt that the bucket he was struggling to break was like cotton. I don't have any strength at all. It was as if he had easily entered the hands of that man. I wasn't shocked.

The old man was Sangkun, the head of a nearby fishing village. These rural lands. As village chiefs, most of them use force to become strong and knowledgeable. This old man is the best.

As the only monk in the village. At first, he was a Qi Refining Three Monks. If it weren't for the injury, it would have been a setback. There are only a few achievements left. It can hardly be called a qi refining monk. He will not go back to the village to get married and have children. Be the head of the village. But he still can't stand his last name. Have fun at home. With his own strength. Let your village be steamed. I couldn't help but be idle. I also took the little boy from the village out fishing.

He knows how strong he is. If it's not an innate divine power. It won't be favored by the owner at the beginning. As an apprentice. Although old. But when he was angry. Bear down. Ordinary people are also unacceptable.

In front of him, this young man. But it's too light. Isn't that his forte?

Come to think of it. Sankun looked at the little granddaughter on the ground in pain, his face full of astonishment and exclamation. The next sigh in my heart. "That's all. Give up the granddaughter. I hope this person will spare the young man on board. These people are the hope of the villagers!"

"What's wrong?"

"It seems to be the village chief's grandfather!"

"Uncle. What happened?"

"Quick. Check it out!"

"Let's go!"

A cacophony of footsteps and shouts rang out. Apparently, the young fishermen heard Sankun's anger. Come and have a look.

"Stand back!" Sangkun looked pale. He knew the surname of this narrow-minded man. If a leader is not happy. It is possible to kill the entire ship.

"Ah Gong. Who is this person? Did he bully Xiaoying?" Sturdy teenager. Sangkun was seen angry with himself and others. Albeit under the majesty of the village chief. But when I saw that person standing in front of Xiao Ying. It's too glaring.

The teenager is Sangkun's grandson. It's called Sang Yan. It's also my favorite little English. At this time, seeing my sister was obviously wronged. Immediately furious.

Sang Kun's eyes saw Wang Mo frowning slightly. A sigh in my heart. Dark passages. As if that weren't enough. Pity these young people. They will all be buried with themselves on this hundred-mile river. They're just teenagers.

"Ahem!"

In Sangkun. The decision in my heart lies when the person in front of me fights for his life. I have a little cough in my ears. It's not heavy though. But somehow, it was like a thunderclap.