"There's no need to ask more about this," Qin Tian didn't really want to answer, and replied impatiently with some annoyance between his words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"We are going 50,000 miles away, even if we don't replenish mana, I'm afraid it will take more than half a year, if we replenish mana like this, I'm afraid it will take a year to reach the place where the monks gather" Zizhu suddenly calculated and said, obviously he was also frightened by this time.

"It's all my fault, I'm dragging you down, my cultivation is too low, I..." Zizhu said reproachfully.

"I don't blame you for this, it's okay to fly slowly and watch the scenery along the way," Qin Tian said.

"Are you going to go so far, to that thousand miles away," the cyan dragon asked, confused.

"Otherwise, how could you reach that ten thousand miles away, and your cultivation is so low," Qin Tian said suspiciously.

"In your storage ring, there is a flying spirit weapon of the primordial old monster, you can use this spirit weapon to fly away," the cyan dragon reminded.

"What kind of spirit weapon is it," Qin Tian asked, scanning the storage ring with his divine sense.

"It's the hurricane windmill in your storage ring, this low-grade spirit weapon contains a strong wind attribute, consuming high-grade spirit stones, and only a small amount of mana is needed to drive this car," the cyan dragon said slowly.

Qin Tian took out a palm-sized windmill from the storage ring in confusion and injected mana into it, only to see that the palm-sized windmill quickly grew larger in the blink of an eye.

Qin Tian felt a gust of wind coming from him, and the wind did not stop. Qin Tian couldn't help but be secretly surprised, such a strong wind attribute.

"What kind of magic weapon is this" Zizhu obviously hadn't seen it, and asked suspiciously.

"This is a spiritual weapon, it is a Yuanying Monk, a manned flying spiritual weapon, where did you get it, the head of this sect is at the peak of the late stage of the Jiedan, and there is not a flying spiritual weapon" Qin Tian had not yet answered Zizhu's words, only to see Aoqing suddenly ask Qin Tian suspiciously.

"There is no need to ask more about this, let's enter this hurricane first" Qin Tian didn't want to answer,

Qin Tian walked into the hurricane windmill and saw that inside the hurricane, there were two rows of seats in the back, and there was a high platform in front, and there were two recessed pieces in the high platform.

"You can put the high-grade spirit stone into the concave and convex places, and use your mana to drive this hurricane," the cyan dragon reminded slowly.

"Wait, there are two mid-stage cultivators, two late-stage monks are here," the cyan dragon said suddenly.

Qin Tian suddenly left the hurricane windmill, only to see three people flying in the air with magic weapons.

Zizhu, Ao Qing saw Qin Tian suddenly leave the hurricane windmill, and also looked into the air and saw the three people flying with magic weapons.

"Isn't there a total of four monks in the Dan period, why are there only three monks in the Dan stage?" asked in confusion.

"You'll know in a moment," the cyan dragon said.

Seeing Zizhu, Ao Qing saw that the breath of the three of them was obviously not weak, although the distance was still far away, I felt that it was not good, our cultivation was so low, it was difficult for one person to compete, and now the three of them, how to be able to fight each other, I don't know if they are friends or enemies, and they are puzzled.

"Let's get out of here," Zizhu said when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Okay, I can't leave now, wait and see," Qin Tian replied.

In less than a moment, the three of them flew head-on, put away their magic weapons, and looked at Zizhu, Aoqing, and Qin Tian.

"Disciples of the Ancient Wind Sect, a foundation building monk, and two female Qi refining cultivators," a monk said when he saw that the three of them were wearing the clothes of the Ancient Wind Gate.

"Junior, I don't know what's going on with the senior," Zizhu took a step forward and asked with a bow.

"Foundation building period monks, there are actually flying spirit weapons, it's really a blessing for us, we don't have a flying spirit weapon for the Yudan period monks" The other Jiedan monk didn't seem to hear Zizhu's words, and continued to talk to himself.

"Junior Gufeng Sect disciple, I don't know ...... senior," Zizhu continued to speak when he saw that none of the three of them paid attention to him.

"The Ancient Wind Gate is a small sect, but now it occupies such a large open space, it should have been given up a long time ago, and we are here to take this peak, just passing by here," said a monk who was a monk.

"Since the seniors have something, I'll give way" Zizhu listened to his tone, knowing that the comer was not good, but the strength of the three of them was not good, and he wanted to ease the conflict.

Qin Tian stood aside, leisurely, looking into the distance, as if waiting for something, Ao Qing looked in the direction of Qin Tian's view, and saw nothing, naturally looked at Qin Tian with a puzzled face, 100,000 anxious, this son even had the heart to enjoy the scenery, glared at Qin Tian viciously, Qin Tian continued to look into the distance as if he didn't feel it.

Seeing Qin Tian's reaction like this, Ao Qing hurriedly stomped his feet on the ground, making a burst of sounds. Obviously, Ao Qing thought that Qin Tian was watching the scenery.

"Since I met you, how can I leave like this, this flying spiritual weapon, just a foundation-building monk, can be used, and it is a violent celestial thing, it is better to hand over this spiritual weapon to us, and it can be regarded as not ruining this spiritual weapon" A monk in the Yudan period said with a sneering face.

"Isn't it said that the small sect of Gufeng Gate is very short of resources, and it is really strange that even a monk in the foundation building period can have a flying spirit weapon" Another monk in the Yudan stage looked at the other person and said suspiciously.

"I also feel strange, it could be that there is some treasure on this mountain, although I don't understand, but we will definitely be able to return with a full load on this trip," a monk of the Yudan period said culiberally when he saw the look of his companion, as if this spiritual weapon was already in his hands.

"Qin Tian, it's better to give this flying spirit weapon to the seniors" Zizhu pushed Qin Tian and said slowly, at this time, Zizhu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

As if he hadn't heard, Qin Tian continued to look into the distance.

"Boy, what about you, do you want to destroy the form and spirit? Why don't you hurry up and give away the flying spirit weapon, save the body and spirit from being destroyed, do you have to do it for us?" said a monk who was full of threats between his words, and said viciously.

At this time, in the sky, a sword light crossed by, and an old man in a green robe, standing on the sword body, slowly flew over.

The three Jiedan monks noticed something strange at the same time, and they all looked at the place where Qin Tian looked.

A moment later, an old man in a green robe jumped down from his sword, this person was not the head of the Gu Feng Sect, who was it.

"Disciple Zizhu, Aoqing, meet the master" Zizhu Aoqing saw the head coming, as if he had come to the rescue, although he had no chance of winning with one enemy and three enemies, but it was better than being slaughtered by others, with a hint of a smile between the words.

"Qin Tian, you take Zizhu, Aoqing leave here, this seat drags these three people, this seat is getting out on its own," the old man in the green robe said in a commanding tone.

"The head of the Gufeng Gate is here, it's really majestic, but it's just a late-stage monk of Jiedan, An Neng can drag me and the other three with his own strength, since one of them comes, don't want to run" A monk of Jiedan said with a mocking face, his words were full of ridicule.

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