Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Breath of Garan
"Hehe, the third senior sister has never done anything but didn't say anything!" Jiang Shanshan laughed, and the delicate shadow swept out like a light rainbow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Although the three of them don't have Edgeworth, their ability to fly close to the ground and in the air is quite amazing. This kind of near-earth flight is somewhat equivalent to the "light skill" in secular martial arts, after the exercise is performed, it can sweep hundreds of steps in the air, and those with high skill can even sweep out a mile or two. However, compared to the swordplay, there is naturally a considerable gap. The biggest difference is that the distance of this kind of skimming flight is quite short, and the altitude is also very limited, generally only eight or nine feet high, and the highest is only one or two feet, only to the height of the treetops. The flight of Edgeworth can reach hundreds or even thousands of zhang high, and you can travel thousands of miles in one day, and gallop at will in the world.
However, it was said that Yang Feng actually had the ability to fly for a short time, but he could only jump five or six feet high and fly one or two hundred steps. Therefore, every time it flies a certain distance, it will fall back to the ground, and it needs to be re-energized to fly again, just like a dragonfly touching water, which is ugly and clumsy.
When Yang Feng stumbled to the front, Zhao Xueqin and the others had long since disappeared, and Yang Feng's eyes only had reckless mountains and green like thick ink.
Yang Feng had no choice but to use his divine thoughts to contact Tang Ruyue and them: "Senior sister, where are you?"
Tang Ruyue responded: "You are waiting for us at the col, don't come over!"
Yang Feng had no choice but to stay in the mountain pass, waiting for Tang Ruyue and Zhao Xueqin to come back.
Yang Feng was in a daze, only to hear the roar of thunder and lightning and the explosion of wind and fire spells hitting objects behind the mountain peaks in front of him, and from time to time he could see dazzling lights rushing straight into the clouds. At the same time, there was also the roar of the demonic beast that shook the heavens and the earth. Apparently the battle behind the mountain peaks was fierce. I don't know if Tang, Zhao, and Jiang can have the upper hand?
Yang Feng wanted to help, but thinking that he was the peak of a fifteenth-level cultivator, he was afraid that he would not only not be able to help, but would also be unhelpful. still listen to Tang Ruyue, just wait for them here.
The battle on the other side of the mountain was obviously quite fierce, and it seemed that it would be impossible to tell the winner for a while. Although the light of the Five Elements Spells of Tang, Zhao, Jiang and the others was still very strong and bright, indicating that their combat power was still very strong, the roar of the Warcraft was also getting louder and louder, indicating that the energy of the Warcraft had also been exerted to the extreme, and they would not be defeated at all for a while. Even, the situation may be reversed at any time, and it will be unfavorable to Tang, Zhao, and Jiang.
What should I do? Yang Feng felt that he was hiding on the side and scratching his cheeks at the moment, which was really unbelievable......
Alas, Master, Master, why do you want to seal my strength? Otherwise, my current strength is similar to that of Senior Sister Zhao and them, although I am not stronger than them, but at least I can stand alone, instead of hiding behind as a turtle with a shrunken head.
"Pap" Yang Feng was thinking wildly, and suddenly something hit his head, Yang Feng didn't watch out for a while, only felt that the top of his head was smashed painfully. Yang Feng grabbed a pine cone with a grab. He turned his head to look around, but he didn't find the pinecone thrower. He thought it had fallen from a tree, so he didn't care. However, the pine cones came at him one after another, apparently not from the tree, but someone was playing a prank.
This guy's skills seem to be very agile, Yang Feng looked around, but he didn't find where this guy was hiding. Helpless, he had to use his mind to investigate. This investigation revealed that the guy was hiding behind a large rock more than a foot away from him. Yang Feng quietly carried a small intermediate-level fireball and suddenly threw it towards the big stone. The energy of the mid-level small fireball was quite powerful, and with a "bang", the stone was smashed in half, and the guy who was hiding behind the big stone was finally driven out by him.
"Oops, I've been discovered, no more playing!" cried a childish voice.
Yang Feng followed the sound and found that it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in white. Yang Feng hurriedly walked over and asked, "Whose child are you, why do you stay alone in this wilderness? Aren't you afraid of demonic beasts?"
The little girl stared at Yang Feng with a pair of crystal eyes at first, as if she was wary, but after hearing Yang Feng's question, she laughed: "I have grown so big, only Warcraft has ever been afraid of me, and I have never been afraid of Warcraft." ”
"Little girl, don't brag, this is not a place to play, you better hurry home. Yang Feng didn't pay attention to the little girl's words at all, and only thought she was bragging.
"I don't want to go home, I still want to play. As the little girl spoke, there was suddenly something in her hand, a mist the size of a coconut ball radiating blue light, and the mist gently wrapped around her palm, like gentle water waves.
Yang Feng stayed there all of a sudden. This little girl is a cultivator! Only a cultivator can transport such a true air mist, and ordinary people can't transport it at all! No wonder this little girl says that she is not afraid of demonic beasts, it seems that she does have some origins. I just don't know what sect she belongs to? Is she a member of the righteous path or does she belong to the evil and crooked path?
The mist that radiated blue light also gave people a very mysterious feeling, which seemed to contain some kind of power, although Yang Feng didn't know whether this power was strong or average, but he felt an invisible coercion in his heart, and beads of sweat even oozed from his forehead......
Yang Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked in a calm voice as much as possible, "Little girl, what is this?"
"This is the Heavenly Demon borrowing the false true qi - the qi of Jialan, the nature is fire, and the energy is extremely irritable, if a person who cultivates the truth refines his dantian qi, his strength will increase tenfold, that is to say, if your own cultivation is only level ten, but the skill you use with the qi of Jialan will be equivalent to the power of a character at level twenty, you can easily leapfrog or even challenge the level!" the little girl said lightly while playing with the blue mist.
"What? is this the true qi of Tiansha?" Yang Feng was stunned in shock, as if he had been struck by lightning. He never imagined that the Heavenly Demon False True Qi that Dao Ming Master had said so miraculously would actually be in the hands of this little girl! What was the origin of this little girl? How could she have this Heavenly Demon False True Qi -- Jialan's Qi? Is she telling the truth or not?
Regardless of whether this little girl was telling the truth or a lie, Yang Feng's heart couldn't help but feel like he wanted to kill people and sell goods! He was just a mortal, and such a coveted treasure was right in front of him, how could he not be tempted?
However, the light of greed in his eyes only flashed for a moment and then disappeared, and he desperately warned himself in his heart that he was a man of the right path, and that he should be honest and upright in his life, how could he have such a greedy and snatching heart? What a shame!
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he slapped himself and hit him until it "snapped".
When the little girl saw Yang Feng suddenly slap herself, she couldn't help but feel strange: "Big brother, why are you beating yourself?"