Above the wilderness, a young man stood. Behind him, a pair of transparent wings slowly stretched out.**
The consumption of Wu Yuan's wings was so great that even Feng Hao, who was already an Earth-level secret expert, said that he couldn't afford it. If he had to support these two virtual wings, then he would not be able to fight with others at all.
"No wonder it is said that only Wu Zong can control Wu Yuan's wings normally."
Only then did Feng Hao understand why Fen Lao said this in the first place.
It is really not easy for Wu Ling to support this pair of virtual wings, but for Wu Zong, it is different. Even if it is Yi Zang, he has an extra vortex in his body, which can fully supply the consumption of this pair of virtual wings.
In desperation, Feng Hao could only take out a piece of Wu Jing.
He had some "desire" and wanted to try out the feeling of flying into the sky.
But it turns out that it is not that simple to fly.
"Eeeah! Eeeah!"
Looking at Feng Hao, who was less than half a meter above the ground and flying crookedly, the little ball laughed wildly and rolled continuously on the ground. The mocking voice came out of its mouth without concealment, which made Feng Hao's teeth grind with hatred.
itch.
"Bang!"
After falling down again, Feng Hao was not discouraged. He glared at a certain unscrupulous little beast hatefully, calmed down for a moment, and sprayed out the wings behind him again.
"Whoosh!... Whoosh!..."
A pair of one-meter-long virtual wings exuded a shimmering light, flashing one after another, dragging Feng Hao's body slowly into the sky.
I have never flown before, so I don’t know the difficulty of flying. Only after I practice it do I realize that it is too difficult to fly.
Half the night passed, and Feng Hao fell down no less than a hundred times, and even Wu Jing consumed two and a half yuan. Fortunately, he now had more Wu Jing, so he didn't have to worry about this at all.
"What's the problem?"
After falling again, Feng Hao frowned and was not in a hurry to test the flight.
After hundreds of times, he found that, first of all, the wings were too thin. There was nothing that could be done about it. The Wu Yuan realm was too low, so even if he could fly, he would not be able to fly fast. He could only fly.
Second, the wings are too difficult to control, and the tacit understanding of one mind has not yet been harmonized. This is also an important factor that prevents him from maintaining balance.
"Puch!...Plop!..."
A pair of virtual wings spewed out again. This time, Feng Hao focused all his attention on the pair of virtual wings. He controlled the wings and flapped them slowly. His body slowly floated again.
"balance!"
Feng Hao doesn't want to be able to fly now, he just wants to be able to stand balanced instead of swaying around.
Only a foot off the ground, he closed his eyes.
Half an hour later, the little ball on the side stopped laughing and just lay there bored. However, a pair of bright eyes were still full of teasing.
However, after another hour of trying, Feng Hao made some progress.
A pair of virtual wings flapped slowly. Although he did not fly very high, his figure was obviously stable, only swaying slightly.
"call!..."
Looking at the slowly whitening sky in the east, Feng Hao exhaled, sat down cross-legged, and began to practice Purple Qi Donglai.
This was necessary. He felt that if these purple pupils were perfected, they would be of great use.
phase stone?
This is just one of its uses.
...
After five days of walking, rushing during the day and practicing flying at night, Feng Hao was finally able to maintain balance completely.
He vaguely understood that maintaining balance is the beginning of flying. If you can't even maintain balance, then what's the point of flying?
"Puch!...Plop!..."
The wings flap, but the body remains motionless.
Feng Hao opened his eyes, and there was a touch of indescribable joy in his eyes.
"Should it be possible to fly?"
Although it is not yet a pair of virtual wings that are as flexible as arms, the frequency of the mind can still keep up.
During the test flight, Feng Hao naturally did not dare to go too fast. He controlled his wings and flapped them slowly, and his figure also slowly rose.
"It's flying."
Looking at the ground beneath his feet, Feng Hao's heart was filled with a strange pride.
I finally flew with my own strength!
Next, he tried to start moving. Although he was clumsy, just like a child of several years old walking, his balance was still very good.
"Ha ha!..."
A playful voice came over, causing Feng Hao to frown. He looked towards the source of the voice and saw eleven figures, slowly approaching him.
Slowly retracting Wu Yuan, his body also landed, and these eleven figures also came to the bonfire.
An old man, he exudes majestic aura, as if the heaven and earth are moving for him. Such an aura can only be seen by Feng Hao in Yu Xiao.
"He's actually a Martial Lord?"
Feng Hao's heart trembled slightly, and he glanced at the other ten people, and found that all of them were very young, seven men and three "women", all of whom were at the level of martial arts or above. Anyway, Feng Hao couldn't see through them.
However, he roughly estimated that at least half of these ten people were at the Wuzong level.
"Could it be that you're going to a competition among various countries?"
Traveling at night, led by a strong man, there happened to be ten people, which exactly met the conditions for the great competition between nations.
Feng Hao was sizing them up, and naturally they were also sizing up Feng Hao.
It is indeed strange for a weak-headed young man to appear in the wilderness without a mentor and practice flying alone.
After looking back and forth, they were also shocked.
Such a young man, without the guidance of a mentor, is already in the realm of martial arts. Such talent is not low. If he is taught well, he will have no problem being promoted to the martial arts sect before thirty years ago.
"It's not easy."
The old man's eyes were shining and he praised.
"Tsk!...Principal, what's not easy about a guy like this who can't even fly?"
Beside the old man, a man was immediately unconvinced when he heard his praise.
Obviously, the old man must be an elder who doesn't often praise others.
"snort!"
The old man snorted softly and rolled his eyes at him, "You have been promoted to the elementary level of martial arts. How long did it take me to teach you before you learned to fly?"
"I can fly in a month!"
The man looked very proud.
It took just one month to master balance and flexible flying, which is indeed very good.
"But he has mastered balance and can fly without anyone teaching him. If it were you, would you be able to do it?"
As a person who has experienced this, the old man can see many things from one aspect, which are simply not what these young idiots can compare with.
"Well..."
The man smiled and was speechless.
The old man's words made all ten people understand that the talent of the young man in green shirt in front of them was definitely not lower than that of themselves and others, I'm afraid it would be even higher.
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