The flying chicken is a kind of human mount, as big as an elephant, like a chicken, eating strange fruits, and often making a "baba" sound.

It can carry two people to fly, so it is also called a flying chicken.

"Master, where do we put this helicopter first?"

Wang Teng, who was next to Chen Bo, asked.

Master Chen Bo is not their master, and they don't need to be too afraid, out of respect, they have suffered a lot.

"Let's stop the chicken farm first."

With a wave of his hand, the gray-robed old man said weakly.

This loser apprentice defeated a thousand spirit stones in one trip.

The Lanfeng Sect raised a lot of chickens, the smallest of which was as big as an ox, and the sect specially divided a place for them to rest.

Therefore, the resting place is also called the chicken farm.

Chen Bo skillfully stepped on the Apache, put on headphones, toggled the fuel gauge, and controlled the helipad's spiral wings to begin to rotate rapidly.

After a few breaths, the revs reached a certain level, creating a strong wind that dragged the Apache fuselage and roared to take-off.

Seeing that the "flying chicken" driven by Chen Bo had such power, the gray-robed old man's opinion changed a little.

"At least this thing looks pretty powerful, much better than the chickens that know how to crow all day long."

The gray-robed old man shook his head slightly, looking at the Apache Dao, who had already flown to the mountains.

"Then Master, let's go first, and we have to go back to our respective mountains to submit tasks."

Seeing that Chen Bo had already piloted the Apache helicopter to the chicken farm, Sun Honglei hugged his fists and saluted, and said to the gray-robed old man.

"Hmm... Wait, what's on your back? ”

Wang Teng and the others were stunned for a moment, looked at Master Chen Bo who was approaching, and took off the AK47 hanging on his back.

"This thing is called AK47, and it can hit more than 30 arrows in a row just by pulling this place......"

"Master, be careful!"

Before Wang Teng finished speaking, the gray-robed old man pulled the trigger, and at this moment, the muzzle of the black hole was facing the old man.

Bang!

Before Wang Teng exclaimed, the bullet had already been shot.

The two of them widened their eyes and watched in shock as the old man made a "yes" gesture in front of the door in front of them, holding a yellow bullet between his fingers.

A wave of spiritual power fluctuated and dispersed.

"Hiss——!"

"Painful ......"

Throwing away the AK47, the old man kept blowing his fingers, and between his fingers a 7.62mm bullet had worn off several layers of skin, revealing the flesh inside.

If Chu Fan saw this scene, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud.

I'm not the only victim of a bullet.

However, one clip is the less powerful caliber of the Desert-Eagle, and the other clip is the king of rifles AK47, which is superior to the verdict.

"Even if it is an arrow shot by a monk of the Yuan Infant Realm, the old man can hold it with one hand and be unharmed, this thing can actually hurt me!"

The old man couldn't help but improve his opinion on the "straight chicken" that Chen Bo drove away.

Maybe this chicken is really special.

Chen Bo found a place, slightly flattened.

He landed the Apache on it and slowly closed the valve.

"Woo ......"

After getting off the Apache, Chen Bo noticed a large flock of flying chickens coming around, as if they were looking at some novelty.

Some even danced and begged for a match against the motionless Apache gunship.

"Get out!" Chen Bo kicked over, and a group of flying chickens like elephants scattered in all directions.

"I can sing and dance, and I really don't know what you can't."

"Sooner or later, you'll be roasted into broilers."

The quality of these chickens is very delicious, and it is described in the classics as as delicious as kun meat.

It's a pity that cultivating a one, which costs nearly a thousand spirit stones, is used for the heavy objects in the camel sect and all kinds of precious classics, and it is forbidden to kill chickens.

If you kill another flying chicken, I'm afraid that the elders will slaughter him too.

Chen Boying flickered, and a wide sword flew out of the space magic bag, levitating in front of him.

"Lan Feng is in the wind!"

Fingers pinched the law seal, and the whole person jumped up, urging the True Yuan Imperial Sword to fly towards the cliff.

"Edgeworth's flight is really aura-draining, more than a star and a half worse than piloting."

Chen Bo complained, flying in mid-air, he was immersed in the mountain fog, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Edgeworth flies, and the enemy will be on guard when the flying sword is against the enemy.

So why not Royal RPG Flight?

Although RPG is not a spiritual weapon, the conductivity of the true element is much worse, but it is better than surprise!

Think of yourself stepping on an RPG, bending down and pulling the trigger, and a cannonball blasting through under your feet.

The opponent must not be blown up into the sky?

Just do it, Chen Bo also released the RPG in the space magic bag, took back the spirit sword, and flew up with the RPG in the air.

Although the speed has slowed down a lot, the sense of security has increased a lot.

In a moment, it was already on the cliff.

The two of them had already left, leaving only the master waiting here.

"What are you stepping on?"

The old man saw the RPG that Chen Bo was stepping on and asked.

"Master, this thing is called an RPG, and it is extremely powerful, and ordinary Jindan Realm monks don't dare to resist it."

Chen Bo jumped onto the cliff, put away the RPG driven by the aura, and when he saw that the master was interested, he handed it over with both hands.

"Master use it carefully, this thing only needs to pull the trigger......"

"Hmph, I've already learned this thing once, although it is powerful, it is a foreign object after all, and it only needs to wrap the aura between ...... fingers."

Listening to Chen Bo's introduction, the old man said disdainfully, and then pulled the trigger, and at the same time his hands were full of aura.

"Master, be careful!"

Chen Bo roared as he burst out with the True Yuan all over his body and repelled backwards!

And the old man had already grabbed the hand wrapped in the aura towards the disemboweled cannonball.

Bang!

Rumble!!!

Between the cliffs, violent explosions rang out, rubble scattered and exploded, black smoke filled the air, and flames rolled.

And then it fades away.

"Ahem......"

When the smoke cleared completely, the old man's figure was revealed, his beard was charred black, and there were spots of gray-black holes in his gray robe.

"Master... Are you okay old man? ”

Chen Bo slowly poked his head out from behind a large rock and said to Master.

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, a wisp of black smoke came out of his mouth, and after being stunned for a long time, anger gradually condensed on his face.

"Chen Bo ——!"

......

"You mean, the city lord of Linshan City has colluded with the demon clan?"

Master Chen Bo's name is Li Yuanwei, he has a good distraction realm cultivation, and he is also an elder on the top of the mountain of the inner disciple of the Lanfeng Sect.

"Although there is no direct evidence to prove it, but judging from various things, the disciple feels that eight or nine are not far from ten."

Chen Bo handed over the Shadow Stone.

Li Yuanwei's divine sense probed, and nodded after a moment.

"Just report to the sect and notify the imperial court, you did a good job on this trip.

The journey is dangerous, so let's go down and rest. ”

"Yes, Master."

After Chen Bo went down, Li Yuanwei stroked his extremely short beard that had been cut off and muttered.

"Judging from the news from all sides, the demon clan is about to invade on a large scale, and my Lanfeng Sect should also hurry up and advance the disciple advancement conference."