Fan Zhen touched the Tyrant Eagle's body and signaled it not to be hostile.
Tyrant Eagle lowered his head and glanced at the eighteen students. When he looked at Liu Wuxie, his eyes showed a trace of fear.
This is very strange. When he looked at Mo Chong, his eyes were calm. Why did his body tremble when he looked at Liu Wuxie.
Shaking its huge head, the Tyrant Eagle returned to its proud look.
"Everyone, sit on it!"
The Tyrant Eagle half-crouched down to make it easier for them to land on it.
Luo Zhaojun was the first to get on the back of Tyrant Eagle and sat at the front, almost up to Tyrant Eagle's neck.
Mo Chong followed closely, and the other students jumped up and landed firmly on the back of the Tyrant Eagle. The soft fur made it very comfortable to sit on, as if it had fallen into a pile of cotton.
It is surrounded by soft down, wrapping the entire body.
On both sides of the back, there are hard spines, like two towering peaks, perfectly protecting them in the middle to avoid being blown away by hurricanes.
Flying at high speed and powerful airflow can tear apart the body of a true elixir realm.
Ordinary marrow cleansing realms simply cannot bear it. The monster beasts are so huge that they ignore this strong wind.
Fan Zhen was the last to come up.
Luo Zhaojun sat at the front and Fan Zhen sat at the back, protecting the eighteen students in the middle.
"The view is better in front, let's go there!"
Mo Chong couldn't wait. After coming up, he walked forward and sat firmly behind Luo Zhaojun.
Everyone rushes forward, and only in front can you see the great river and mountains at a glance.
The strange thing is that Liu Wuxie not only did not walk forward, but also walked towards the back and sat in front of Fan Zhen.
"Senior Brother Liu, why don't you sit in front?"
The three female students accompanying him looked at Liu Wuxie curiously, and one of them asked.
"I suggest you sit in the back!"
After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, she closed her eyes and cut off all contact with the outside world.
As for the reason, Liu Wuxie didn't bother to explain.
"Junior sister Xinglian, don't listen to him, come here quickly, the view from here is too good."
Bai Fan waved to the back and asked the three junior sisters behind him to sit in front. With beautiful women accompanying them, they would not be lonely along the way.
It takes ten days to travel, and they have to spend it eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping on the Tyrant Eagle.
Sitting alone in the back will inevitably make you feel lonely.
The female student named Xinglian glanced at Liu Wuxie, turned around and walked forward. Soon, two male students stood up and made room for Xinglian to sit in the middle.
"Sister Qin, let's sit in the back!"
The other two women did not move and chose to sit in the back, not far from Liu Wuxie, about one meter away.
Senior Sister Qin nodded, and they sat down separately.
After everyone was done, Fan Zhen looked at Liu Wuxie and nodded with satisfaction, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"This is the first time for everyone to fly on a monster beast. At the beginning, you will feel dizzy and nauseated. This is a bag prepared for you. If you want to vomit, just vomit in it."
Fan Zhen took out eighteen bags and passed them one by one to them.
Several of the students threw them directly into the storage bag. Are you kidding? They are all geniuses. They have already been able to fly at low altitudes. It is not difficult. How can they appear dizzy?
Fan Zhen didn't care. After arranging everything, he took out his whistle and put it to his mouth. A strange rhythm appeared.
Tyrant Eagle received the instruction and spread its wings. The dozen or so students sitting in front looked excited.
Even if he is in the true elixir realm, he cannot fly. Liu Wuxie used his true energy to transform, but he could only reach a height of tens of meters.
The flying altitude of the Tyrant Eagle is at least about 10,000 meters. High altitude and low altitude are two completely different states.
Flapping its wings gently, its huge body slowly rose into the sky.
Mo Chong, Bai Fan and others looked at the trees and mountains under their feet getting smaller and smaller, and felt the urge to roar into the sky.
soon!
This impulse was severely interrupted by the ruthless wind.
After reaching mid-air, the Tyrant Eagle suddenly flew forward at an extremely fast speed. Every time it flapped its wings, it created a storm.
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the violent hurricane is approaching.
Luo Zhaojun took out the prepared hood and covered his face. Mo Chong and the others would not have such good luck.
The terrifying Gangfeng was like a knife, cutting the faces of Mo Chong and others, as well as their bodies.
Let alone being able to speak, speaking is a big problem.
Just when they were about to speak, the fierce wind poured directly into their mouths, almost choking them to death.
The chatter and laughter disappeared, and the interest in admiring the beautiful rivers and mountains disappeared.
The strong wind is still intensifying. When the Tyrant Eagle is flying, no one dares to move. As long as they stand up, they will be swept away by the strong wind in an instant.
They could only move their bodies until the Tyrant Eagle stopped.
Senior Sister Qin and another woman looked at Liu Wuxie together, with a hint of shock in their beautiful eyes.
"Junior Brother Liu, thank you for reminding me!"
Senior Sister Qin suddenly spoke. They were sitting in the back. The strong wind could not reach this side and did not affect their conversation. There were spines on both sides to resist the strong wind.
Liu Wuxie did not open her eyes, nodded slightly as an answer, and continued practicing.
"Senior Sister Qin, how do you think Junior Brother Liu knew that sitting in front would be attacked by the strong wind?"
The woman next to him asked curiously, had he ever flown on a flying monster before?
The older woman's name is Qin Lei, and the woman who asked the question is Li Nanxiang. One is from the Qin family, and the other is from the Li family, the five major families in the imperial capital city.
"Junior Brother Liu is full of mysteries. I can't explain the details. Maybe he knows more than us!"
Qin Lei smiled bitterly.
We are all young people, so it is inevitable that we are curious. There is nothing wrong with Mo Chong and others sitting in the front.
Liu Wuxie, on the other hand, was mature and prudent, completely inconsistent with his age.
The strong wind became stronger and stronger, and after an hour, several big cities were left behind.
Mo Chong and others had blood stains on their faces, and they experienced what it means to have a knife-cut face.
It didn't matter that they were men. Xinglian wanted to die, so why didn't he listen to Liu Wuxie's advice?
Red streaks of blood appeared on her delicate face, which looked very scary.
One day later!
Fan Zhen signaled Decepticon to take a rest. Everyone was tired and needed supplies and convenience.
Landing in an uninhabited mountain range, Mo Chong and others' bodies were completely stiff, and they relaxed for a while before recovering and walking off the Tyrant Eagle.
The moment they landed, they vomited like crazy, and more than a hundred bloody gashes appeared on each person's face.
Mo Chong was in the True Alchemy Realm and had a strong physical body, so his injuries were not serious. Those students in the Marrow Cleansing Realm were not so lucky.
"Ah...my face!"
Xinglian took out the bronze mirror, glanced at her own face, and screamed, unable to believe that the person in the bronze mirror was herself.
His hair is disheveled, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
"Wuxie, how do you feel?"
Fan Zhen came over and asked with concern.
"fine!"
Walk to the side and continue to sit cross-legged, not missing any practice time.
After fighting for the Hundred Kingdoms, he broke through the True Alchemy Realm.
The magical bridge is getting wider and wider, and the magical power absorbed is getting stronger.
"No wonder Junior Brother Liu is so powerful, he is really a cultivator!"
Li Nanxiang had a look of admiration on her face. Liu Wuxie was the only one practicing along the way.
After resting for an hour, everyone returned to the back of Tyrant Eagle one after another.
This time everyone learned the lesson and immediately chose the back seat after boarding.
No one dared to fight for the place where Liu Wuxie sat.
The next few days were relatively quiet, with one day of flying and one hour of rest.
Ten days passed in a flash, and after traveling countless millions of miles, an endless plain appeared in front of me.
From the distant sky, there are similar flying monsters approaching here.
"Everyone cheer up, we are ready to go down."
Fan Zhen reminded everyone, and everyone opened their eyes, and the excitement on their faces was beyond words.
In the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms held once every ten years, the successful finalists will be selected by the sect and become members of the cultivating community.
From then on, he embarks on the path of cultivating immortality, and his family will follow him. He can even introduce family members to enter the world of cultivation.
Only Liu Wuxie had no fluctuations on his face, as if nothing could shake his heart.
calm.
calm.
The Tyrant Eagle's body began to swoop down towards the plain.
After a stick of incense fell steadily to the ground, a desolate smell came to my face.
This breath was very thick, countless times thicker than that of the Yan Dynasty, and his breathing seemed to become a little rapid.
All twenty people came down and stood aside to feel the environment of this place.
"Do you know what this place is called?"
Every time he brings students here, Fan Zhen has to explain it, and this time is no exception.
Everyone shook their heads collectively, including Liu Wuxie.
Mu Yueying didn't know much about the War of One Hundred Kingdoms, and she told Liu Wuxie that most of it was knowledge from the cultivation world.
"This place is called Longyan Battlefield!"
Mentioning this place, Fan Zhen had a solemn look on his face, which should be a sign of awe and respect for this place.
"Long Jian battlefield?"
"What a weird name!"
The first time they heard this name, this place had already deviated from the Yan Dynasty.
During this period, they also stopped at other dynasty sites before successfully arriving.
"Do you want to know why there is a Long Jing battlefield here?"
The Tyrant Eagle spread its wings and flew away to look for food in the nearby mountains. It would come back to pick them up after the War of One Hundred Kingdoms was over.
"Dean, stop being so secretive and tell me now!"
Bai Fan was a little impatient and asked the dean to quickly explain what Long Jian battlefield was.
Liu Wuxie didn't have much interest. After falling down, he felt that there was a familiar aura here.
"Because real dragons once fought here, their blood and bones were buried on this battlefield, so this is called the Longyan Battlefield."
To put it bluntly, this is the burial place of the real dragon. After the death of the real dragon, the blood watered the ground, the bones gave birth to the mountains and forests, and the sinews formed the earth.
"Is there really a dragon in this world?"
Everyone's face showed infinite yearning.
Shenlong is only limited to legends and has never been seen.
"Soon you will know that there are not only divine dragons in this world, but also many races that you don't know about. The Zhenwu Continent is far bigger than you think. There are thousands of races. Our human race is just one of the thousands of races.
That’s all.”
Fan Zhen would not tell them this until they reached this point, lest they aim too high.
Now that they are here, there is some knowledge that must be made known to them.
