The sun shines on the earth, and occasionally one or two white clouds drift leisurely.

The clear sky was as blue as the sea, and a small dot in the blue went from far to near, getting closer and closer, until it stopped under a white cloud.

She was curvaceous, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and her white keto body with a fur vest and fur shorts added a ferocity to her, making her delicate body look less fragile.

The most amazing thing about standing in the void is that she stepped on a long sword under her feet, the sword body was not bright but a little black, she stepped on the sword, the void hung under the clouds, the wind blew, and there was a slight feeling of returning by the wind.

After a few seconds of praise, she suddenly stumbled under her feet, and the long sword fell off her feet, and she and the long sword fell straight down together.

"Hanhan, save me."

The sudden situation made Han Shuang's heart anxious, and she subconsciously opened her mouth for help with the hurricane whizzing in her ears.

But no one came to rescue her under her call, only a little elf less than the size of a palm said cool words on her shoulder: "The one hundred and ninth time I stumbled, master, you are so stupid, you can't learn to fly with a sword, and if you are careful, you will be hated for eternity." ”

Han Han's words made Han Shuang's old face blush, she calmed her thoughts, and as soon as her mind moved, the falling flying sword rose and fell under her in the wind, and her body also fell straight on the sword body.

"My mother, don't get cut again."

However, the flying sword did not give her face, and the moment she fell, she was cut open by the pressure of gravity.

Don't look at the flying sword, the body is black, but the blade is extremely sharp, and the moment she fell on the flying sword, she was sent two good starters by the flying sword.

The two wounds cut by the blade slashed with blood gushed out in an instant, and the flying blood beads flew up and scattered down like rain.

The pain of the wound made her breathe, and she controlled the flying sword and flew towards the top of a cliff with the wanton spray of blood.

The vegetation is sparse and the stones are loose.

She fell down from the not very strong cliff top, regardless of whether the rock under her feet was solid or not, she directly collapsed on the ground and then hurriedly said: "Exchange for an instant healing pill." ”

She had lost too much blood, her face was very pale, and her voice seemed a little weak at the moment.

However, Han Han didn't care whether she was weak or not, flapped a pair of fiery red wings, and stroked the two small red tentacles on her forehead with her tiny palm before she spoke slowly:

"Master, you can't just rely on the Instant Healing Pill to teach you repeatedly, it's been a week, when will you learn this imperial sword technique, I'm still waiting for you to take me to conquer the world."

Han Shuang didn't love the cutie in front of her at all, she was dying, and this fool was still daydreaming of conquering the world.

The person had to bow her head under the eaves, and she endured the weakness of her life and promised: "This is the last time, exchange it quickly, otherwise I will really burp, I feel that my intestines are about to flow out." ”

Han Han may have sensed the dying of her vitality, and with a flick of her little hand, she took out a snow-white round pill and handed it to her like a trick.

Han Shuang was not polite when she saw the pill, she took the pill from Han Han's little hand, which was not as big as the pill, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

The entrance of the pill flowed into the abdomen like a clear spring, and then the stinging pain of the wound followed, and the two hideous wounds that turned out under the stinging pain healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally there was not even a trace of scarring.

The wound healed, but the lost blood could not be replenished now, and the vertigo of the blood loss prevented her from getting up directly, just lying quietly on the rock to slow her breath.

It's been seven days since she'd left Thorn Mountain, and after washing up in a waterlogged pit that day, she'd been on her way.

On the way, she has been learning the use of aura, since it took three days and three nights to introduce qi into the body, the dantian in the body has been condensed into a five-color cyclone like a windmill, and the first of the five auras in the cyclone is the fire aura.

The use of fire aura allowed her to make a fire with her bare hands, and as soon as her mind moved, the fire aura would instantly burst out of her body and form a cluster of flames in the palm of her hand.

In Hanhan's words, this is the lowest level of fire magic, and it can be regarded as an inferior spell for beginners.

In addition to the fire aura, she also tried to use the wood aura, but the wood aura is much more difficult to use than the fire aura, and in the past few days, she has also explored some tricks that can promote the growth of plants, and it is still a little whimsical to make rice with her bare hands.

Han Han still commented that the wood system growth technique was an inferior spell.

Hanhan's blow also made her understand that the matter of deriving rice is still a bit far away.