On the way to the northern desert, ten flaming lion beasts pulled two heavy carriages made of cold iron and flew through the air.
The speed was so fast that the wind roared and it was hard to see the afterimage.
This is a monster with infinite strength. It is born with two wings and is good at flying, day and night.
All forces in the fairy world keep them in captivity, making them an excellent means of transportation for long journeys.
At this moment, in the second carriage, Su Xinglan was yawning out of boredom, holding a copy of the lowest level "Rain Condensation Technique" in his hand and practicing repeatedly.
Since setting off from Wuchen Immortal Palace three months ago, I have been traveling day and night, barely halfway through the million-mile journey.
At first, he dragged Xun Zhan to chat, asking about the origin of the desert and the background of the civil and military palaces.
What should he, a provisionally qualified clerk, do, and what rules should he not exceed?
Well, cautiously, full of fresh energy.
However, as time went by, not only Xun Zhan couldn't stand his verbosity, but even Su Xinglan himself found it boring.
Sitting in the carriage every day, I would either be in a daze or fall into memories and longing for China.
Life on Kunlun Mountain, days in Taoshan Village.
Senior brothers and sisters, relatives connected by blood.
It is inevitable to feel depressed and there is no one close to you to talk to.
The only thing that could give him some comfort was the portrait of Xia Baiyou he picked from the bamboo tower on the fourth peak on the day he left Kunlun.
From time to time, I would be opened by him, I would see things, think about people, and whisper my innermost thoughts.
"Baiyou, being an immortal is really boring. How can I compare to my unfettered Third Elder of Kunlun? I can go wherever I want and no one cares about me. How carefree and carefree can I be?"
"Although Liu Sansheng is not a good person, when he accepted me as his direct disciple, he threw all the forbidden and secret techniques at me."
"Learn as much as you can and teach them with all your resources."
"Looking back now, I am not qualified to learn the advanced magic, so I can only use little tricks to fool people."
"For example, the Rain Condensation Technique, you can learn it as soon as you learn it, and you can perform it in a while. There is no difficulty at all."
"The rest of the fire burning technique, wind gathering technique, and disguise technique. Hey, I can do it in half a day."
He lowered his head and said angrily: "I was born with civil and military skills, and Liu Sansheng praised me for my peerless appearance."
"After this damn guy arrives in the fairy world, the streets will be full of civil and military figures."
"Hey, who are you bullying?"
He closed the Rain Condensation Technique and threw it in the corner of the carriage, raising his hands strangely.
A gentle yellow light bloomed on the fingertips of his left hand, wrapped in literary energy.
A sharp red light appeared on the fingertips of his right hand, and his martial spirit rose.
His haggard face was reflected in his literary and military skills, and a small tree faintly appeared between his eyebrows.
The small tree with only branches and no leaves absorbs the civil and military energy to its fullest.
Su Xinglan said enthusiastically: "Baiyou, have you seen it?"
"Civil and martial bones are common, but I have never heard of anyone who can use civil and military bones to cultivate civil and military aura."
"I've been studying it for a while, is it interesting?"
He raised his neck with a smile and said with a bright smile: "I don't know what the use is at the moment. When I explore more, I might be able to develop an immortal technique that is comparable to the path of sentient beings."
"call."
Breathing out for a long time, Su Xinglan took advantage of the situation and gathered his civil and military energy.
The small tree with its bright eyebrows extinguished and seemed to have sprouted its first buds.
...
In the distance in the void, Gu Changxiao, who had a clear view of all Su Xinglan's actions, felt his scalp numb and his whole body trembling violently.
Because of his excitement, he tore the sleeves of his robe, bent over and gasped loudly.
His blood-red eyes looked like a mad and angry old cow.
Greedy, excited, passionate.
The tree of knowledge of life, he saw the tree of knowledge of life that ranked first among the most exquisite Dharma images.
That man from the Su family who also came from the small world, Suning's third uncle, turned out to be the master of fate who had not been born for 30,000 years.
Having insight into destiny, one is born a saint.
In an instant, Gu Changxiao burst into tears, weeping with joy.
He found it and won the bet.
Next, he will try his best to accept Su Xinglan as his disciple.
