Xue Wenrui was not idle, because he found a problem, although he could hide his cultivation by exerting his flesh and blood qi, but in this way, he had to fly with the wings of the cicada. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And the cicada wings are their own life-saving techniques, how can they be used casually. If it is seen by the opponent, it must be killed, otherwise if it spreads, I am afraid that the three major sects will be shaken, and the heads of the Tianlong Academy and the Bloody Hand Sect will definitely send someone to arrest him and study it carefully.

Of course, Xue Wenrui has a solution, which is to let Wang Gaojie take him, so that although the speed is slower, at least he can fly.

After thinking about it, Xue Wenrui still took out the wide silver pestle and thought about it in his heart. Since this is also a magic weapon, and it is still the best magic weapon, can it fly?

He poured the qi of flesh and blood into it, silently recited the flight method of the magic weapon in his mouth, and pointed towards the wide silver pestle, "Disease!". The wide silver pestle really staggered and flew up, Xue Wenrui jumped up, and the flesh and blood qi under his feet was injected, and the wide silver pestle "swished" and flew out, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Haha, it's great, it's even able to fly! The speed is much faster than that of the high-grade flying sword, it is estimated that it has the appearance of the middle stage of the Spirit Crystal Realm, and the consumption is also much less, not bad! Not bad!" Xue Wenrui shuttled up and down on the wide silver pestle, like a monk who had just learned to fly.

Although it stands to reason that the speed of the top-grade magic weapon should have exceeded that of the top-grade magic weapon by a lot, this wide silver pestle is the best magic weapon of the body refiner, and he is already very satisfied with this speed.

Wang Gaojie occasionally cast a suspicious look, how could this martial artist uncle even be so excited about flying, is there any difference? But after looking at it two or three times, his eyes widened suddenly, it really had to be different, very different! This martial artist uncle couldn't feel the slightest spiritual power during the flight, as if he was not using spiritual power to fly at all.

"What kind of magical power is this!" Wang Gaojie's eyes were full of surprise, and he admired this uncle from the bottom of his heart.

Xue Wenrui felt it while flying, using a wide silver pestle to fly, this feeling was strange. Just like a mortal, he eats with his right hand every day, and suddenly one day he discovers that he can eat with his left hand, and he is more skilled and comfortable.

After a stick of incense, Xue Wenrui finally fell back to the same place. Looking at Wang Gaojie, who had not yet finished refining, Xue Wenrui groaned again, and after a while, he suddenly smiled.

Xue Wenrui silently recited the "Demon Spirit Summoning Technique" in his heart, and as soon as his mind moved, a leaf on the Tree of the Divine Sea flew down, and after a while, in front of Xue Wenrui, a figure staggered up, and then stood beside him obediently, not moving.

Xue Wenrui looked at the undead in front of him, and thought to himself, this undead was the disciple of the Bloody Hand Sect that he had killed a few days ago, called Lu Deyuan. Originally, there was an early stage cultivation of the Spirit Crystal Realm, but because of Xue Wenrui's Demon Mind Realm, now there is only the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Liquid Realm.

Xue Wenrui took out a Dao robe of the Bloody Hand Gate and let him put it on, as long as he didn't touch it with his hands, under the divine induction, it was really no different from a living person, but there was neither spiritual power fluctuations nor the flesh and blood qi on the human body, and it looked very weird. Xue Wenrui also threw the undead a high-grade flying sword for its flight.

"Now that there is the Bloody Hand Gate, and the Tianling Gate is also there, and then I transform into the Tianlong Academy, the three families have not been pulled down, and I can deal with any one of them. Xue Wenrui clapped his palms, happy for his thoughts.

After waiting for another three hours, Wang Gaojie finally refined the flying sword, and ran in front of Xue Wenrui, now his face was radiant, as if he was at least ten years younger.

But as soon as he saw the undead beside Xue Wenrui, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he sacrificed the flying sword, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

"Master Wang, don't panic, this person is my slave!" Xue Wenrui hurriedly explained.

"Slave?!" Wang Gaojie was stunned, his uncle was really too strong, and he dared to accept the disciples of the Blood Hand Sect as slaves!

"Well, for the sake of convenience, the old man needs to change his appearance, you wait a minute!" After speaking, Xue Wenrui walked behind a tree and arranged two prohibitions at random, and when he came out, he became Hou Xinghuai of Tianlong Academy again.

Wang Gaojie looked at Xue Wenrui's appearance, his jaw fell in surprise, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and thought in his heart: "Who is this?

"Let's go!" Xue Wenrui took out the wide silver pestle and flew into the sky first. Wang Gaojie hurriedly followed, and the undead followed silently. When he saw the undead Lu Deyuan, who was a slave, he was also stepping on a high-grade flying sword under his feet, and the horror of Xue Wenrui in his heart was even more irreparable.

The journey was also relaxed and happy, Xue Wenrui, as an elder, would ask Wang Gaojie about some conditions from time to time, and he should also care about the younger generation. But when he heard that this Wang Gaojie was actually from Mosang Town, he was taken aback, and looked at this early stage cultivator of the Spirit Liquid Realm carefully, only to find that the other party was really a little similar to Wang Lao of Mosang Town.

Seeing the old man again, I can't help but think of the ups and downs of the past 20 years, and Xue Wenrui has mixed feelings in his heart. Wang Gaojie never went back, and he also knew that he couldn't be blamed for this, Xiu Xian had already asked to cut off the vulgar fate. What's more, Wang Gaojie doesn't have the slightest background, if he goes back, he will definitely have to deduct a merit point according to the regulations, and as a low-level disciple, he usually has merit points that are not enough to cultivate, so how can he get this merit point.

Xue Wenrui sighed in his heart, looked at Wang Gaojie, and said, "If you have time to go back to your hometown, maybe your family is waiting for you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Uncle Martial Arts taught me that after returning to the sect this time, my nephew will definitely go back!" Wang Gaojie said categorically, in fact, in the past hundred years, he has not missed his family. It is not uncommon for the disciples of the Tianling Sect to have frequent infighting and various intrigues, he has been here for a hundred years, and every day is cautious and trembling, only when he thinks of his hometown will he feel warm in his heart and let him continue to persevere.

Now, with so many resources in his hands, the sect will also be rewarded with meritorious points, so it is natural for him to go back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, since he said that he was from Mosang Town, this martial artist uncle's gaze has softened a lot when he looks at him, and he seems to be more concerned about himself.

Xue Wenrui took out a storage bag again, put a few magic weapons, and some low-level talismans, and threw three or four thousand spirit stones to Wang Gaojie: "You can keep these, if you have any difficulties in the future, come and find them directly...... Go directly to the Mo Shao Sect Master!"

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Wang Gaojie just wanted to nod his head, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he was surprised again. What is this called, let yourself have something to find the master of the Mo Shao Sect, does the master of the Mo Shao Sect know himself, will he pay attention to himself?

"Just say that I asked you to find him!" Xue Wenrui's next sentence made him even more dumbfounded. This...... This martial artist uncle can't be pretending to be the master of the Momen, right?Otherwise, how could he say such words? But how could the master of the Momen come in, don't say that the monks of this spatial crack knot realm can't enter, and even if they can, the other two sects won't agree.