I saw that Feng Tianyan took a deep breath, tightened the Xuantian in his right hand, and flew up on tiptoe. Although the speed of collecting this station is fast, after all, it is only the cultivation of a fifth-order spiritual master, and this upward leap is only five or six meters away. When he reached the highest point, he raised his right hand and inserted Xuantian into the stone wall, and his whole body hung in the air.

There was an exclamation below, although these soldiers were not convinced, but after all, Feng Qiyan was his own little master, and it was inevitable to worry about it. Yang Ling and Shi Hu each brought a dozen people and stood under the cliff, ready to catch the wind that fell unexpectedly.

Feng Er and Feng Si also raised their hearts to their throats, and sweated for Feng. If something happens to the young lady here, she will not be able to explain it to the old general and the head of the family when she goes back!

Feng tilted his face and glanced at the situation below him, and hooked the corners of his lips. Holding Xuantian with his right hand, he lifted his body upwards with force, and with his left hand downward, he slapped the stone wall, and his body rushed upwards again. At the same time, his right hand pulled out Xuantian, and his toes kicked the stone wall with the help of his toes, and the upward speed increased a little. This jump, another five or six meters. And so on, like an agile monkey, swinging up and down the cliff. In less than a stick of incense, he climbed the cliff and reached the top of the cliff.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the stunned people below, a faint smile flashed between the slightly panting Feng Yanyan's eyebrows: Xiao Yuchen's trick is really useful! Although his strength and physical fitness are not as good as his, he is better than being light and consumes less. Moreover, this Xuantian is a holy weapon, extremely sharp, saving a lot of effort.

"Start now, half an hour!" The voice of the wind pouring into the spiritual power sounded in the mountains, and the people below who were in shock came back to their senses one after another.

The people on Feng Er's side began to discuss:

"How did the eldest lady go up just now? I didn't see her use spiritual power!"

"I didn't see it either, did you see it?"

"It seems to be the one who inserted the dagger into the stone wall and then borrowed the strength to go up!"

"It's that simple? It just so happens that my weapon is a knife, let's go!

"Mine is a sword, it should be okay!"

"Hey, what should I do with a hammer?"

"Let's go up first, and then we'll throw the weapon down for you!"

Feng Si's team also geared up, and Shi Hu raised his chin: "Let's go, let's try too!" and led five or six people to the cliff.

More than a dozen people lined up under the cliff, and they all took out their weapons, knives or swords. Following the example of the wind, he inserted his weapon into the stone wall and charged upwards with his strength. The rest of the soldiers were thrilled when they saw that this method was indeed possible.

Feng Qianyan took out a chair and placed it on the edge of the cliff, and sat down lazily and wantonly, a delicate hourglass at his feet. Raised his arms and leaned back, his spiritual power spread out to observe the situation under the cliff, and the corners of his lips hooked up a sly smile: "Hehe......"

The ideal is very plump, but the reality is always very skinny.

After a while, there was a "plop, plop" sound from below, followed by one after another "oops" sounds.

Feng Qianyan raised his eyebrows, took out a bag of snacks, held them in his arms, and ate them leisurely.

It turned out that these dozen or so people only climbed to about half of the position, and then they all lost their physical strength and fell down.