Wang Daoyuan is not completely sure where the problem lies.
The structure of the flying kite is very simple, imitating the appearance of an eagle-like demon bird. The wings and tail are fixed, so there shouldn't be any major problems.
The flying speed of hawk-like demonic birds is much faster than that of humans. Golden Wing is a second-level middle-level cultivation. It can travel five thousand miles in an hour, and it is not seen trembling in the air.
The patterns of the vessels used for flying were all copied from the crane feather boat.
The Crane Feather Boat is a relatively mature magical weapon, and its main patterns do not have fatal flaws.
The most likely possibility is that the aircraft pattern does not exactly match the shape of the flying kite.
A second-level high-grade weapon refiner can also improve the weapon pattern, but it cannot be completed overnight.
At least this flying kite can fly stably for about 3,400 miles in an hour, which is enough for it to fly faster than a peak foundation-building monk.
He didn't dare to get into trouble with the Zifu monks, and he didn't pursue being able to outperform the Zifu monks.
As for solving this problem, there is no rush. After Shanbei's matter is solved, throw the clone Bai Sheng into the spirit bead space and let him study it slowly.
More than a thousand miles south of Baojing Lake Oasis, the kite was put away and flew with a sword instead.
The Baojing Lake Oasis is located on the southern edge of the desert. The entire oasis is roughly oval in shape, with a longest length of about 500 miles from east to west and a maximum width of more than 300 miles from north to south.
The oasis is low-lying, with a small mountain range on the north and south. The springs on the mountains gather into streams and flow to the low-lying areas in the middle, nourishing the basin between the two mountains.
In the center of the oasis is a circular lake about a hundred miles in diameter.
Because two small mountains almost completely surround the oasis, it is difficult for outside wind to blow in. The lake surface is calm and level like a mirror all year round, so it is named Baojing Lake.
The Baojing Lake Oasis has a second-level high-grade non-attribute spiritual vein. Its south side is sparse grassland, and the other three sides are deserts.
In this environment, Baojing Lake Oasis is a well-deserved treasure.
The environment around Baojing Lake is harsh, and there are no large groups of monsters or half-demon tribes nearby.
It is said that many years ago, there was a group of monsters in Baojing Lake, but they were later exterminated by half-demon.
After that, this place became the territory of a half-demon tribe.
Before the Zhao royal family was destroyed, they crossed Huiyan Mountain many times to conquer the demon clan and established many human strongholds in the north of the mountain.
Many of the small human clan forces in Shanbei are left over from that time.
Wherever there are people and spiritual energy, there are also casual practitioners.
Some desperadoes were running around looking for a place to stay.
Hundreds of years ago, a group of desperate cultivators in the late stages of foundation building discovered the Baojing Lake Oasis.
The half-demon occupying this place has the highest level of cultivation and is only in the late stage of foundation building, and cannot stop this group of desperadoes at all.
In the end, the half-demon tribe died and fled, and this place became the territory of rogue cultivators.
The level of the spiritual veins in the Baojing Lake Oasis is really low. The monks from the Purple Mansion and the third-level monsters don't like it at all, and the second-level monsters don't have the ability to take it.
Moreover, the Baojing Lake Oasis is not that big, and the future of establishing a foundation here is too small.
There are no prominent forces nearby, and there is no need for forces thousands of miles away to come here to run this place just for the sake of such a second-level spiritual vein.
Therefore, Baojing Lake Oasis became a place that no one cared about.
After the reconciliation between the Netherworld Sect and the Shanbei Demon Clan, the number of humans in Shanbei increased sharply, and there were even more casual cultivators.
Because of its special nature, Baojing Lake has attracted more casual cultivators, and desperadoes also like to stay here.
Many years ago, Chen Ji and Qi Yun were one of these desperadoes.
On the east bank of Baojing Lake is a small market, even a small market is a bit reluctant, a standard Caotai team.
There are only a few buildings that can barely be regarded as shops, and others are setting up street stalls.
There are no rules here, and no one in charge.
Some monks relied on their advanced cultivation to rob monks who were doing business, but no one took care of them.
Once a conflict occurs, whoever wins is justified.
Others are hit by the conflict wave, and if they are not strong enough, they can only admit that they are unlucky.
This is a place where the strong are truly respected, and fists are the truth.
In the past, some people tried to establish rules here, but unfortunately they were beaten to death by a group of people.
Wang Daoyuan stepped on the Tiger Sword and fell to the edge of Fangshi.
If he wanted to bring bad luck to Chen Ji, he had to find out about this old boy.
A place like Fangshi, a place where good and bad people are mixed, is the best place to get information.
As soon as he landed, a monk wearing a gray robe on the ninth floor of the foundation came forward.
This guy didn't even explain his purpose, he just stared at Wang Daoyuan.
Wang Daoyuan was a little embarrassed by the sight. He used the disguise technique to change his appearance. It was different from the one he had when he returned to Yanfang City, but he still looked like a middle-aged man.
There is no hiding his cultivation level, and he can still scare many people here on the eighth floor of the foundation building.
If your cultivation level is too low, you will be in a lot of trouble.
He didn't show anything unusual. The man kept staring at him, wondering what was wrong with him.
Wang Daoyuan took a few steps to the right, trying to avoid the gray-robed monk in front of him.
The gray-robed monk also moved a few steps to the right, continuing to block the road.
This grandson is sincerely looking for trouble, so naturally Wang Daoyuan cannot back down.
Casual cultivators have the virtue of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If you give in once, more people will come to bully you.
Wang Daoyuan asked: "What does Taoist friend mean? Let's draw a line."
The gray-robed monk took out a storage bag and said with a smile: "As long as you understand the rules, here are a thousand spiritual stones. The short sword in your hand belongs to me.
Seeing that you are at the eighth level of foundation building, it will take a lot of effort to deal with you, so I gave you this price.
If you are wise, just leave the dagger and get out of here with the spiritual stone."
Wang Daoyuan held the hilt of the Tiger Sword backwards and released the powerful power of his spiritual consciousness.
Using Yunyan Escape, he passed by the gray-robed monk, and a pitch-black cloud enveloped the surrounding area ten feet away.
He deliberately held it back and did not use all his strength to use Yunyan Escape.
After a few breaths passed, the black clouds and mist dissipated, and the gray-robed monk still maintained his original posture, except that the storage bag in his hand and the storage bag on his waist were gone.
Wang Daoyuan held two storage bags in his hands and said with a smile: "Baojing Lake is really a place of simple folk customs. When I first arrived, someone gave me all my wealth."
The monks around had weird expressions. This was the first time someone praised Baojing Lake like this. I was flattered.
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk fell to the ground.
His head hit the ground and was separated from the body, but no blood flowed out.
If you look carefully, you will see that there is a layer of black ice at the break on the neck.
The monks around him were really startled at this time. No one could see clearly how he did it even after the first level of instant kill.
Wang Daoyuan spoke again at this time: "I don't have the habit of using people to refine weapons. Whoever cares about this dead dog will take it."
After that, he turned around and walked forward.
After he walked more than twenty feet away, a few monks dared to step forward and snatch the body.
On a high building in Fang City, two white-haired elderly monks, one with a long beard and the other with a short beard, have been watching this scene.
The long-bearded monk asked: "Did you see anything?"
The short-bearded monk replied: "Suppression of spiritual consciousness makes the opponent temporarily lose consciousness.
Then he used his superb escape skills to quickly pass by his opponent and chop off his opponent's head with his dagger.
This person's spiritual power has a cold air that can actually freeze the blood of a ninth-level monk.
The escape method is extremely extraordinary, and I don't see anything special about it.
Moreover, this person’s spiritual consciousness is not inferior to yours or mine.”
The long-bearded monk smiled and said: "What I said before is correct, the last sentence is fart.
What does it mean to not be inferior to you and me? You try to compete with him.
This kid’s spiritual consciousness cultivation is stronger than our two peak foundation-building monks, I really don’t know how he cultivated it.”
The short-bearded monk smiled helplessly and said, "Aren't you allowed to say something big?
So how should we deal with this person, get rid of him or win him over?"