"Potato" looked at Wang Mo puzzled, he didn't know how amazing his name was, and he still persevered in pecking at Wang Mo and clenching the fist of the demon core.

Wang Mo saw that it should not be, so he did not give it the demon core, and after several times in succession, Wang Mo was still unmoved by its hoarse cry, until its cry was slightly hoarse and weak, Wang Mo realized that his behavior was wrong.

"This is just a creature that has just been born for less than a day, it is in the most fragile period of its life, it regards itself as its only dependence, but it is treated like this, although strictly speaking, it is its savior, but every life has its own dignity, why should it let it do what it does not want to do? It seems that this society is really changing itself subtly!"

Wang Mo laughed at himself, slowly opened his palm, revealing the demon core in it, looked at the potato and screamed, swallowed the demon core in one gulp, burped with satisfaction, re-stood on Wang Mo's left shoulder, found a comfortable position, and took a nap.

And at this time, after this toss, Wang Mofa suddenly found that his mental realm had increased a little at this moment, which was the improvement brought by a trace of enlightenment.

The way of heaven is clear, the Tao is natural, everything is forced, but it is not possible, a small change will bring such a change!

"Get up!" Wang Mo snorted softly, pinching his hands again and again, only to see the Mo Cang sword on his waist instantly unsheathed, and the blue light emanated from his body, and the sword body seemed to be magnified several times, floating in front of him.

In such a scene, Wang Mo had practiced countless times before, reached out and grabbed the sleeping potato on his left shoulder, stuffed it into his arms, and saw his shoulder shake slightly, and his body jumped onto Mo Cang's sword.

With a sound of air explosion, a cyan light and shadow were left in the air, and Wang Mo disappeared.

Although I have practiced flying many times, I have a different feeling every time I am in the air.

Wang Mo sighed in his heart, just the kung fu of tea, he rushed out for dozens of miles, and such a speed was more than ten times that of galloping with his body.

In just twenty minutes, Wang Mo crossed the river with a sword that was more than a hundred miles wide, and as long as he crossed another section of the river in front of him, he would set foot on land.

As Wang Mo flew rapidly, the 'potato' in his arms woke up somehow, poking his head out of his shirt and looking out.

Probably by nature, when it looked around and found it in the air, it cried out with excitement.

Seeing that its thin body was about to burst out, Wang Mo hurriedly stuffed it back.

Just kidding, this is flying at high speed, if it weren't for the fact that the body surface is covered by its own protective body, with its weak body, it is exposed like this, and the air pressure of the rapid passage alone is enough to burst its lungs and die.

Wang Mo clearly remembers that when he flew for the first time, he was not clear about these doorways, and those painful experiences are still vivid.

Regardless of the several dissatisfied cries of 'potato' in his arms, Wang Mo frowned slightly, he obviously overestimated his ability, and the width of this hundred miles river.

When I first practiced the art of flying, I never calculated this, which is also the sadness of not having a guide, and I have to figure out everything by myself.

On land, relying on the strength of the flesh and the length of the true qi in the body, you can travel thousands of miles in one breath, but the degree of consumption of this imperial sword flight is more than ten times more. Not only does it consume the power of divine consciousness, but even true qi consumes a huge amount of money! If there is no advanced cultivation, it is really impossible to fly with a weapon.

At this time, although there is a slight mist above the surface of the river, you can still see the objects in front of you. Looking around, with his eyesight at this time, he could only see a vague scene in the distance, but it was obviously not a short distance.

Feeling the consumption of true qi in his body and the decrease of his divine sense, Wang Mo knew that if he continued like this, he might have to swim over.

Maybe it was God's mercy and couldn't bear him to be a soup chicken, a black shadow appeared more than ten miles in front of him, and when he looked closely, it was a fishing boat.

Wang Mo smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, he didn't care about anything, even if he turned around slightly, he flew towards the ship.

Struggling to control the flying sword, Wang Mo gently fell to put it on and looked at it with wide eyes.

I saw that this fishing boat was rumored to be about 33 meters, which was not a big fishing boat, but it was quite complete with a set of tools.

There were only a dozen people on board, an old man with a face full of vicissitudes, who was obviously the leader of the fishermen, and the rest were young and strong young men.

At this time, they were shouting together under the shouts of the old man, pulling up the fishing nets in the water, and the busy scene made everyone not realize that there was an extra stranger on the boat.

Wang Mo didn't bother these people, he just wanted to take a tailwind boat to the other side.

At this time, due to the excessive consumption of divine consciousness and the urgent need for pranayama, he was about to turn around and find a corner to hide, but he didn't want a crisp shout from behind him.

"Ouch!"

Wang Mo hurriedly looked, only to see a little girl sitting on the ground with her head covered, her face couldn't be seen clearly, but from that crisp shout, she could tell that she was not very old.

At this time, he covered his head with both hands and kept rubbing it, obviously, the collision just now was not light.

This is also when Wang Mo first arrived on the ship, his divine sense and true qi have been consumed, and his body is as tight as steel. Before the sudden relaxation slowed down, the little girl collided directly, and it was strange that it didn't hurt.

Wang Mo looked at the little girl who was barefoot and couldn't stop crying out in pain, and sighed slightly in his heart, since he was exposed, he simply became generous.

took a step forward, stretched out his right hand and put it on the top of this girl's head, carrying the little true qi in his body and slowly transporting it over.

It seems that outsiders are only a short contact, but it consumes the last bit of true qi in Wang Mo's body, but fortunately, Wang Mo's body is strong, if he is someone else, his eyes may be black and drowsy at this time.

After all, the feeling of an empty body like a thief going to an empty building is not something that anyone can resist.

The little girl felt the warmth coming from her head, and suddenly felt that the pain was relieved, and after a while, the pain she had just felt was gone.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of cyan scale boots, fine scales, high uppers, obviously not a fisherman on her own boat, and then looking up, she was dressed in cyan scale armor, dressed as an adventurer she had seen in the town, but it was obviously not as particular as the person in front of her.

Further up, I saw a faceless and slightly resolute, but the skin was a little white, but it was very tasteful.

Wang Mo was a little helpless, looking at the little girl sitting on the board, her pretty face was fine just now, but she didn't know why she suddenly blushed, she just looked at herself fixedly and didn't speak.

At this time, the fishermen had just pulled up a net of fish, and before they shouted in unison, covering up the little girl's cry of pain, the old man arranged for them to put away the fish they had hit, and walked to the other side.

The old man looked at his gray hair, but he walked on the boat as if he were walking on the ground, and seemed more stable than the young men, and when he came here to call his granddaughter, and was about to ask how breakfast was, he found a stranger on his boat, and glanced at his granddaughter Xiaoying sitting down in front of him.

Seeing Xiaoying's ruddy face, the old man didn't have time to think about how this person got on his own fishing boat, so he immediately shouted angrily, overtook the wooden barrel next to his hand, and smashed his head at the man, but when he heard this, the air buzzed, and he knew what his strength was, obviously he was extremely angry.

"Phew!"

At this time, Wang Mo's true qi and divine sense were excessively consumed, but his own six senses were extremely keen, when the old man came not far behind him, he found that there were people, but before he had time to explain, he heard a loud shout behind him, and when he turned his head to look, he saw an old man lifting a huge wooden barrel and smashing it towards him.

In desperation, Wang Mo waved his left hand lightly and greeted the barrel.

The old man only felt that the wooden barrel he had smashed out with all his strength was like encountering cotton, and he did not feel the slightest effort, as if he had easily entered the man's hands, and his heart could not help but be horrified.

This old man is Sang Kun, a village chief in a nearby fishing village, and most of these rural places are the head of their own villages with strong force and knowledge, and this old man is one of the best.

As the only monk in the village, he was a triple cultivator of qi refining at the beginning, if he hadn't been injured and regressed, there was only a little cultivation left, and he could barely be called a qi refining monk, he would not have returned to the village to marry a wife and have children, and became the village chief, but he still couldn't bear his temperament, enjoyed happiness at home, and relied on his own force in this area to make his village prosperous.

He knows how much strength he has in his hands, if it weren't for his innate divine power, he wouldn't have been favored by the master at the beginning, and he was accepted as an apprentice, although he was old, but under his own anger, he hit with all his strength, and it was not an ordinary person who could take it.

And the young man in front of him is so understated, so isn't his strength...

Thinking of this, Sang Kun glanced at the little granddaughter on the ground who was full of astonishment and exclaimed, and sighed in his heart, "That's it, I want to give up my granddaughter alone, I hope this person will let go of the young people on the boat, these people are the hope of the people in the village!"

"What's wrong?"

"It seems to be the village chief's grandfather!"

"Uncle, what's going on?"

"Quick, go check it out!"

"Let's go!"

There was a cacophony of footsteps and shouts, apparently the young fishermen who had heard Sang Kun's angry shouts and came to investigate.

"Go back!" Sang Kun's face was ugly for a while, but he knew that this kind of narrow-mindedness of the human heart, if one of them was unhappy, it was possible to kill the whole ship.

"Ah Gong, who is this person? He bullied Xiaoying?" A dark-skinned and sturdy young man saw Sang Kun shouting angrily at himself and others, although he was taken by the majesty of his village chief, but when he saw the man in front of Xiaoying who had already stood up, he glared angrily.

This young man is Sang Kun's grandson, named Sang Yan, who is usually the most fond of Xiaoying, and when he saw that his sister was obviously wronged, he was immediately furious.

Sang Kun saw Wang Mo's slightly frowning brows, sighed in his heart, and said secretly, it seems that there are too many, but these poor young people have to accompany themselves to be buried on this Baili River, they are only teenagers.

"Ahem!"

Just when Sang Kun decided in his heart to fight to the death of the person in front of him, a light cough sounded in his ears, although it was not heavy, but for some reason it was like a thunderbolt.