Inside the mountain gate, outer disciples are prohibited from flying. Zuo Mo has cursed this rule in his heart countless times in the past two years.
Clumsily climbing on the paper crane's back, the paper crane suddenly heard the sound of the bamboo strips being bent. His movements suddenly froze. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the paper crane showed no sign of collapse.
"Xiao Huang, Xiao Huang, don't let your guard down at this time."
Zuo Mo patted the paper crane on the head, and the paper crane slowly lifted off the ground unsteadily.
The sound of squeaking bamboo and paper was heard again, and the paper crane flew forward along the mountain road with a very weird arc, high and low, leaning left and right, as if drunk.
Zuo Mo sat very firmly, he was rich in experience. This lowest-grade popular paper crane can bear a maximum weight of less than 400 kilograms, and its current weight is very dangerous. But even this "weak" paper crane still makes
The other outer disciples were extremely jealous.
Among the outer disciples, he was the first to own a mount. Of course, whether the Fengxing Paper Crane could be considered a mount was beyond Zuo Mo's consideration.
Amid the creaking and swaying for five hours, Zuo Mo's zombie face turned pale, and the East Ring Road was in sight.
In the mid-air shrouded in clouds and mist, the East Ring is looming.
At that time, the people of Donghuan Mountain cut off the mountain peak with a sword and built the Donghuan Mountain using half of the remaining peak as a base. Five hundred years later, Donghuan Mountain has developed into one of the thirteen important towns of Yuezhengxing.
The paper crane flew creaking and arduously toward the foot of Donghuan Mountain. From time to time, you could hear the laughter of other people along the way. A thin zombie sat on an equally thin, drunken paper crane. The scene made people laugh.
Zuo Mo sat as usual, with a calm expression, like a peerless zombie. In fact, he was drooling at the mount passing above his head - that was the real mount!
The one with a gray body and red beak is the fire-beaked goose. The goose's back is wide and soft. Sitting on it, you can hardly feel the bumps. It is a supreme enjoyment. The clouds under your feet are auspicious clouds. Walking on the clouds, how can you be so free and unrestrained?
It’s amazing; floating in the cultivator’s back are silver-white wings of thunder, overflowing with lightning, coming and going like lightning. Do you want to experience the thrill of extreme speed...
He knew these advertisements by heart, but he could only recite the advertisements by heart.
The most shocking thing was a Thousand Feathers Fortune Ship that slowly passed over his head. The whole ship was like a mountain. When it passed over his head, Zuo Mo felt his eyes darken. When he raised his head, he saw the dark bottom of the ship.
The light is faintly visible.
Luxury is indeed the greatest original sin of practitioners!
Zuo Mo couldn't help but cursed again in his heart, but when he saw other cultivators scattering in confusion, his mood suddenly became happy.
After flying for another hour, one person, one crane and one bag finally arrived at the foot of the Donghuan Mountain. With Xiao Huang's weak flying ability, which could only fly close to the ground, it was a wishful thinking to fly directly to the Donghuan Mountain.
He climbed down from the paper crane, unloaded his luggage, and took the paper crane back. Cracks appeared on the surface of the paper crane. Zuo Mo lamented in his heart, should he buy another one? This thought made him feel a deep pain in his body.
He raised his head and squinted at the East Ring Tower, which towered into the sky, and the countless stone steps winding up. Then he glanced at the luggage at his feet, and Zuo Mo's calves suddenly trembled.
"Brother, do you want help?" Zuo Mo's eyes darkened.
A man with a bare upper body and as strong as an iron tower came over.
"How much?" Zuo Mo asked warily, glancing around with the corner of his eye. Encouraged by his gaze, several strong men sitting on the side stood up.
Noticing that his colleagues around him seemed to be approaching, the strong man's heart tightened and he quickly said: "Trinity Grade."
Trinity refers to three first-grade crystal stones.
Zuo Mo exclaimed: "Kill people!" Then he said decisively: "Only two. If you want to do it, you can do it. If you don't want to do it, you can knock me down." If he made a surprised expression at this time, he would look good, but Zuo Mo couldn't do anything about it.
There was no fluctuation in the zombie's face, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.
"That's too fake!" The strong man curled his lips, but he glanced at the colleagues around him who were about to make a move, gritted his teeth, and simply nodded: "Okay!"
After saying that, his big hand like a cattail leaf fan was about to reach for the cloth bag on the ground. Zuo Mo shouted: "Slow down!"