The city-state of Shutong, the wide city wall gradually drifted away, and Wang Sheng left alone, carrying a large bag and a small bag.

"I seem to have forgotten something...... he suddenly couldn't remember what he had forgotten, but he felt like there was something he hadn't done.

"Forget it, I don't want to, I'll talk about it when I think about it." Wang Sheng recalled carefully and stepped on the path of the plain.

Obviously, the journey back is quicker than the journey from here.

Naturally, the companionship with Kolsa was scattered, so it took a few days to reach the city-state.

Now that he is in a hurry, Wang Sheng's two legs are covered with spiritual power, as if he can even step on the air, and a single step is often a distance of several meters.

In addition to this, he also gave himself a wind-based light spirit technique, subtracting the weight on his back and his own weight.

This is tantamount to giving him another big speed boost.

It's hard to imagine that this is a magician, not a warrior with a strong body.

Since he hadn't gone far from the city-state, he could still see some civilians walking in groups, and some mercenaries in groups of three or five.

Most of them are engaged in some life-to-death business, relying on killing demonic beasts in exchange for money.

Speaking of which, Wang Sheng had to rejoice, the dinosaur-like monster they encountered in the cave ** was an intermediate-level demonic beast, divided by star ratings, to say the least, there was a five- or six-star level.

If it weren't for the fact that they used bullets to consume each other's fighting spirit first, I'm afraid that a face-to-face Wang Sheng would have been killed.

The intermediate-level monster has the strength of twenty or thirty people, but at that moment, there is a big gap with Wang Sheng several times.

"Whew!"

With a gust of wind, Wang Sheng walked like a moonwalk, passing by many civilians.

The civilians trembled, and hurriedly leaned down to their knees, not daring to lift their heads.

Whether this figure is a magician or a warrior, it is not an existence that they can afford to provoke, if it is because they do not bow to the magician...... There are no polisis in this wilderness.

This is the disparity of power, and civilians live in dire straits.

"Hey, who's that? Do you see clearly? ”

A team of mercenaries looked at Wang Sheng's back as he walked away and asked his companions.

"It's like a magician, and I feel the breath of wind magic." A mercenary replied, but he didn't dare to believe it.

"Wind mages aren't that fast, are they? Can their weak system withstand the ravages of the gales? The rest of the people sighed secretly in their hearts that they had met a freak.

Of course, Wang Sheng can withstand the devastation, and the aura is maintained in a delicate balance, often maintaining the rhythm of breathing when he is in a hurry, and maintaining the breathing method, he can achieve zero-consumption movement.

This method is deduced from a Qiankun ring.

There were many small houses on the plains of the city-state, but they were thatched houses, so poor that they did not even have tiled stone walls.

People often come home with wild vegetables on their backs, boil a pot of vegetable soup and eat it hastily.

They also have crops, and Wang Sheng saw several large fields similar to wheat, but they were still in a state of green shoots, and there were no ears of wheat.

Along the way, he didn't stop, he galloped, and took the path he came.

It was about to pass through the forest, and the loess road that deviated from the main trunk, the tall trees, and the weeds and rocks slowed him down.

As soon as he entered the forest, he didn't have time to regain his speed, and slammed into the branches between the trees, causing pain in his chest and a red mark on his face, almost disfigured.

The speed of the wind and lightning suddenly turned into a thorn and thorn.

Wang Sheng sighed to himself and put down his backpack on a bare rock outside the weeds.

There is a bulging thing on one side of the backpack.

Wang Sheng opened it, and it was an arm-long stick wrapped in strips of cloth.

The moment I took it out, the pungent smell suddenly spread.

It's the smell of decay, the smell of fish.

Wang Sheng wrinkled his brows, and untied the cloth strip with some disgust, and inside was a black and shiny leg knife.

When he was in the city-state, he took it out for fear that someone would misunderstand, and there was no need to take it out.

But when it comes to the field, sharp and hard leg knives come in handy.

"Purify!" "Wash," "Expel the breath!" ”

Three spells in a row, light and water, and wind suddenly made this knife as clean as ever.

Holding the shiny hilt, the branch blocking the way in front of him was suddenly cut off with a knife.

The knife was sharp and hard, and it still is.

Hurrying all the time, Wang Sheng felt that it was going to be dark.

He couldn't hurry at night, for the vanishing of the sun left him uncertain.

All along, he relied on the sun to discern his bearings, so that he could avoid getting lost. Fortunately, a month is not a long time, otherwise the orbit of the Life Continent around the sun has changed direction, and his direction is determined to be lost.

There is also such a thing as a compass in this world, but because of the high precision of production, only those dwarves can make it, and now that the empire is at war with the dwarves, there is naturally no such thing.

There are also some magicians who have compasses, but they need to use them themselves, how can they step out or give them away?

"I've got to find a place to spend the night." Wang Sheng snapped his fingers, and his spiritual power quickly guided the surrounding water elements to gather, and he took a sip in the air.

The sun is about to set in the distance, birds are hovering in the sky, the sunset is bursting, and the starry night is falling.

Wang Sheng looked left and right, ready to find a tree to spend the night.

It's not safe in this forest, it's only in the trees that it's reassuring.

He still remembered how many demonic beasts were running wild in the forest that night when lightning and thunder roared, and if it weren't for special circumstances, he would now have become flower fertilizer along with demonic beast poop in a certain wasteland.

The aura reached the soles of his feet and erupted suddenly, coupled with the light spirit magic of magic, his leap was at least ten meters high.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the branch, pressed hard, and climbed another seven or eight meters before stopping at the branch of the tree.

The use of magic is so extensive that it has been studied for tens of thousands of years, and it has almost all functions.

The fork is not suitable for sleeping, because the branches are too smooth, and it is likely that you will not be honest in the middle of the night and roll down.

"Grow vegetation!" Wang Sheng released the magic again, and his spiritual power began to feel exhausted.

This time it consumed a lot of spiritual power, forcibly changing the way the tree grows, and forcibly growing a bed woven of branches at the forks.

Around the bed, there are many branches around him, which can prevent him from falling.

Not only that, but he also kept a mind to see that the branches under the trees were falling off, and the trees were getting smoother and smoother, and I believed that most of the demonic beasts would not be able to come up.

Even if someone came up, Wang Sheng didn't believe that he would be so unlucky.

After putting the backpack away, he began to run the Breathing Method, which would restore his mental strength and replace sleeping.

In the midst of a dangerous jungle, it is a wise choice.