He wasn't an athletic maniac, Fang Tian originally consciously ignored the fact that he would be able to fly after becoming a mage, but the fact was that he was indeed a bit addicted to playing.

In this air test flight, it was purely accidental to meet the eagle, and it was even more purely accidental to be recognized by the eagle. Fang Tian found out for the first time that he was quite eagle-edged. This is really a bird that loves flowers and flowers, and the character has nothing to say, just one word, praise!

Bidding farewell to the eagle, the place where Fang Tian fell was on the tip of a small mountain range on the side of a tributary of the Calado River.

Fang Tian didn't quite understand, what exactly the word hill referred to in his previous life had not understood.

There is no Internet in this world, dictionaries and the like for him to look up, but fortunately, the former owner of this small body is literate, otherwise it would be very bad. If the original owner of the body is illiterate, then even if he is rich and talented in his previous life, he can only be illiterate in this world.

That would be miserable.

A world without even books, I really can't afford to be sad.

In June, the rain continued, and in July, the water level of the Calado River soared, and in addition to the original few main veins and some branches, the entire southern basin of the Calado River will have thousands of more tributaries.

These innumerable, short-lived tributaries, after a month or two of rushing impact and displacement, eventually merge into the original main channel of the middle and lower reaches of the Carado River, forming the second flood after July, and in some places. The tributaries are so ferocious that they even lead the river to flow backwards in some areas of the main road.

This is the case here at Fang Tian's moment. In the overall southward direction of the river, there are some discordant countercurrents from time to time.

But that's just a negligible margin. The small watershed plain where Redstone is located is quite far from the confluence of tributaries, otherwise there would be no large-scale human gathering and activity here.

Big river soup soup.

There are many fish in the river, and there are all kinds of fish, but in Fang Tian's induction, it is within a range of hundreds of kilometers. Very few people fish on the banks of the river.

Fang Tian also made fish, and he ate happily in the maple forest where he traveled, but Aunt Rowling and the others had never done it in the compound, and the hotels in Redstone Town seemed to rarely make fish. At first, Fang Tian thought it was because of the high probability of poisoned fish in the rivers here. After that, he felt that this reason seemed a little untenable, but he didn't have the heart to investigate what the reason was.

It's far from Redstone Town, and there are no other villages or other settlements, so it's uninhabited.

Fang Tian walked on the edge of the watershed.

At this time, his stroll is not the same as that of ordinary people, ordinary people are one or two feet at a time, and he is now one step or two hills.

It was really as light as a swallow, and his steps were like fairies.

"The mountain of contempt is inhabited by gods and men. The skin is like ice and snow, like a virgin, does not eat grains, sucks wind and drinks dew, rides the clouds, and flies the dragon, and swims beyond the four seas. In his previous life, Zhuangzi said this with his magnificent imagination.

And looking at Fang Tian's fluttering appearance now, at a glance. It's really a bit of a so-called fairy man.

After a period of time like this, this Fang Immortal really began to "ascend to heaven", only to see him step by step, as if stepping on real steps, the kind with a 45-degree inclination, all the way up, until he penetrated into the layers of clouds, and was no longer visible.

Fang Tian didn't play high-altitude falls this time, but wanted to see how high he could go up.

In the previous life, in ancient China, there was the myth of Chang'e running to the moon, and in Dunhuang culture, there were murals of flying to the sky.

It can be seen that flying into the sky is really a dream that human beings have had for a long time.

Why do the creatures that live on the earth dream of flying into the sky, and not only in the air like birds, but far away, which is really interesting. It seems that in the cultural genes of both the East and the West, "heaven" is in heaven.

But in fact, there is really nothing fun in heaven, and in a sense, it can be said that heaven is hell.

In previous lives, people living in high-altitude places such as the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau often had red marks on their cheeks that could not be dissipated, called "plateau red", while plants growing at high altitudes were often excessively violet.

The former comes from thin air, and the latter comes from ultraviolet radiation.

It is all the inferior influence and destruction of life.

If you go further up, the air is so thin that there is none, and all kinds of rays from outside the sky are shooting through in a chaotic manner, constituting all kinds of invisible horrors.

In such a situation, if there is really a woman named Chang'e running towards the moon, can she run out of the atmosphere and not to say, before that, she will either fall into a coma because of difficulty breathing, or become ice cubes because of excessive cold, even if there are no of these two, she will be affected by extraterrestrial rays, the skin of her whole body will become colorful, and she can directly sign up for the human color contest, and there is no need for any procedures to enter the ancient Indian nationality.

While paying tribute to Chang'e and other pioneers, Fang Tian walked higher and higher step by step.

Gradually, the wind, the cold, began to appear around me. These two things don't matter, as soon as the spell shield is opened, it is perfectly solved. But the shield couldn't solve all the problems, and when dizziness, palpitations, etc. also began to appear on the body, Fang Tian knew that he couldn't go up much higher.

As a result, the speed slowed down considerably, and then, when it became more difficult to even manipulate the elements, Fang Tiancai found that the height he was currently at was far lower than he had imagined before.

How low it is, it is not clear, but it is no more than twenty miles above the ground, for sure.

I didn't even have the height of some ash in my previous life.

Without the slightest idea of challenging the limit, the next moment, Fang Tian lifted other spells except the shield, so the upward trend of his body changed abruptly, like a small cannonball, falling sharply downward.

The shield rubbed against the air current, emitting a series of high-pitched sounds, which were very poignant.

At this time, Fang Tian finally experienced first-hand what it means to be "cold and cold".

As a practitioner, all thoughts are about spiritual things.

When he landed on the ground and walked back to the maple forest, Fang Tian's thoughts drifted slightly, turning back and forth on the cultivation of magic, the borrowing of martial arts, and the exercise of his body.

In fact, by this time, in terms of continuing to practice magic, he was already "drawing his sword and looking around". At this point, where should I go next? Although Fang Tian had some guesses about this in his heart, he didn't really have an answer. At this moment, it is the time to walk to the end of the road and usher in a daze.

The difficulties of some things are destined to last for a long time.

A lone wanderer, in many cases, means not only chic, but also needs to be self-reliant.

But that's to be expected, and, really, there's no need to rush.

This unexpected leap, this key achievement, has indeed brought him too much strategic depth. With such good conditions, if he can't make good use of them in the future, then even if he wipes his neck, he won't be wronged.

In terms of physical exercise, the swimming program at the whirlpool can be stopped, or it can only be done once every few days at a regular time.

After becoming a mage, there are already better means of training.

That was the flight of the previous test.

Flying into the sky with a spell and then disarming the spell to let the body fall naturally is a simple and effective way to exercise.

In the process of falling quickly, the impact and circulation of qi and blood in the body are better than a qiē exercise method on the ground. What bamboo forest flash, what plum blossom pile, all have to be back. As for swimming......

In the process of swimming, especially swimming against the current, the body is indeed very comprehensive, but it is still not as efficient as the high-altitude lift. However, the direction of the exercise of the two is not completely the same, so the two can be done in parallel.

Three days of air workouts, plus one day of water workouts, that's pretty much it.

In fact, letting the body fall naturally in the process of exercising in the air is just the laziest way, he can use it in this way, one exercises the body, and the other practices spells. - There is no better place to practice wind spells than in the air.

Back in the maple grove, it was already past noon, and of course breakfast had long passed.

As a cultivator, whether it is a magician like Fang Tian or a martial artist like Owen Anderson, it is really common for him to delay eating because of cultivation or something. Just like Fang Tian, one or two out of ten days and eight days were absent during dinner before, and the people of Fenglin had already been accustomed to it.

However, there is no food in the compound, but there is food in the revolving lake.

The big bones there are stewed all day long.

It is said that Fang Tian's supervisor has already entrusted Sharjah to find it, and on Fang Tian's way to the revolving lake, he happened to see a very interesting scene - a big man with a swarthy and stout look is holding a rattan in his hand, and he is desperately pumping a guy who is lying in the swamp and pretending to be dead, and while pumping, he said viciously: "Dead pig, get out of here!

"Damn, don't you see that I can't walk anymore? Ouch, you stop...... Ouch, your grandma's...... If you smoke Lao Tzu again, you're going to turn your face!"

The big man didn't pay any attention to it, just pumped vigorously.

And the unlucky fellow was finally whipped by him and staggered forward again.

Fang Tian later learned that this swarthy and stout man was originally in charge of killing pigs in the town.

is not a martial artist, his hands are very strong, his temperament is twisted, and he has a tendon, and it is really his best to be the supervisor by such a person, and Sharjah actually found such a good supervisor at once.

It is said that after the spread of this kind of intensive training method prepared by Fang Tian for the people of Fenglin, this is inevitable, and all the groups that have opened similar training methods have also discovered the necessity of supervising the work in this kind of intensive training process.

And the current pig killer has become a popular supervisor candidate for many robbing, and his value has doubled for a while. At the same time, many pig-killing men in the town and even in several nearby towns have also completed a gorgeous turn in their careers.

Of course, that's another story.

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