My plug-in is a fairy grass

Chapter 279 Landing
This is not only a Tier [-] monster, but also——

The roar is exactly the same as that of the dead monkey king, this is the third-order purple-faced monkey!
Hit the young ones, come the old ones!

This voice is rapidly approaching from far to near, from bottom to top.

"This monstrous monkey is coming towards us!" Someone shouted in panic.

"Everyone, run away!" Mu Tianlu decisively ordered: "Scatter and escape, each according to his destiny!"

After speaking, he was the first to set up the flying sword and fled outside.

"Purple..." Yin Nanxing just said a word, but found that the two people he ordered to pick flowers also flew into the sky, abandoned the flowers and fled.

He cursed bitterly, glanced greedily at Ziyunhua in the distance, stomped his feet, and walked away with the sword.

The picking of purple cloud flowers is not just a matter of reaching out and twisting them off. It needs to input mana, follow certain steps, and there is no time to count breaths, so it cannot be completed at all.

At this time, everyone has thrown their flying swords one after another. Those who move quickly have already risen into the air; those who move slowly have also jumped onto the sword body, ready to go.

On the other hand, Yang Zhen, taking advantage of the moment Zhao Yueer threw the flying sword, with quick eyesight and quick hands, uprooted a sky spirit fruit beside her and put it into the space.

"Little Shitou, come up quickly!" The little girl shouted.

Yang Zhen responded and jumped up.

The roar of the monster monkey was getting closer and closer, and everyone was already in midair, and the 31 flying swords were scattered and fled like celestial maidens scattered flowers.

For those who escaped far, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who escaped slowly, stuffed the qi pill back into their mouths, pouring mana with all their might, hating themselves for being too slow to react.

The last ones left are the four members of the Zhao family.

"Miss, let Mr. Yang sit behind me!" Zhao Yuqi urged anxiously.

Zhao Yueer turned a deaf ear, Feijian drove steadily towards the outside of the mountain.

The two guards looked at each other, and had no choice but to follow behind, at worst, they would just die.

Yang Zhen also felt the danger of this move, and was about to take action.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred——

Everyone suddenly felt a sudden weight on their bodies, as if there was a heavy burden on their bodies.

The flying sword under his feet suddenly lost control, and flew obliquely forward by himself.

"I can't fly anymore!" Someone yelled in horror.

Ten li in radius, the Xiaolang Mountain that can fly freely——

no-fly!

Dozens of people fell down like meteorites from the sky.

"Use Feather Falling Technique!" Mu Tianlu reminded loudly.

[Feather Fall] can make the body as light as a feather, and the falling speed is greatly slowed down.

This is a spell that can only be practiced after the [Tian] pulse is opened, so Yang Zhen naturally does not know it.

But he didn't panic, the moment his body just started to fall, a parachute bag was already in his hand.

The umbrella bag was opened, and the falling trend was immediately contained.

He hugged the little girl with one hand, took out two in a row with the other hand, and threw them to the guards beside him, and at the same time quickly taught them the operation method.

Feather Fall can only temporarily relieve the slowdown, and as the falling trend becomes faster and faster, it will eventually lose its effect.

In other words, the Feather Falling Technique can only guarantee that the monks are generally safe and sound within a height of one hundred feet.More than a hundred feet, it depends on their good fortune.

At this time, the nearest ground is also more than three hundred feet away.

Yang Zhen tied the umbrella cord tightly to the little girl's slender waist, then gently pushed her away, and after a distance of more than one foot, she took out another umbrella bag and opened it.

This kind of umbrella bag he made is purely for fun, and it is not very big, and it can bear one person at most.

The four unfolded parachutes, like four beautiful flowers, bloomed under the blue sky and white clouds, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Brother Yang, give me a hand!" A person nearby shouted for help.

It was Dai Miaofen, who was not too far away from Zhao Yue'er, and seeing Yang Zhen as a novelty that could save lives, he immediately approached him familiarly.

Yang Zhen didn't have a good or bad impression of this person.Since the begging came to the door, if you can help, you still have to help, and immediately threw a parachute over.

"Brother Yang!"

"Brother Yang!"

"Junior Brother Yang!"

"..."

Now several people gathered around and asked him for help.

At this time, the Feather Falling Technique has not yet failed, and he can still control his body, moving left and right like a feather for a certain distance.

Yang Zhen is in a dilemma now, he has a total of six umbrella bags in his space, five of them have been used up now, and only the last one is left.

For whom?
"I only have the last one, give it to this senior sister!" After speaking, he threw the umbrella bag at the female cultivator closest to him.

After the female cultivator took it, she leaped over and moved away by tens of feet, and then opened the umbrella bag.

The few remaining people were caught off guard for a moment, and when they realized that this was indeed the last one, they immediately exploded.

Some people are heartbroken, some people find clothes or umbrellas from storage bags, imitate the style of parachutes, and try to slow down as much as possible.

There are also fierce eyes, eager to try.But seeing Yang Zhen's face sinking like water, she knew that this junior was not easy to mess with, so she had to leave in embarrassment and look for other targets.

It's just that at this moment, the few with parachutes have drifted away far away, so how can they reach them.

Not to mention how disappointed and frustrated these people were, one person was staring at the parachute in Yang Zhen's hand.

It was Yin Nanxing.

It was because he was flying the highest at that time, far ahead of everyone, and now he just landed on top of Yang Zhen.

"Yang Zhen, hand over the parachute, and I will forgive you for killing the monkey king!" He shouted sharply, rolling a long whip towards Yang Zhen's head.

Yang Zhen had long been guarding against someone snatching it, so she swung a cane and immediately wrapped it with the long whip.

He shouted loudly, and Yin Nanxing was pulled closer by him involuntarily.

Yang Zhen continued to swing the cane, preparing to throw this guy far away.

At this moment, Yin Nanxing opened his fingers, and a huge wooden arrow pierced his throat.

So vicious!
Yang Zhen was furious, and with the other hand she swung the thousand-black cudgel, and with one block, she immediately knocked out the wooden arrow.

However, at this time, more than a dozen wooden thorns shot at the open umbrella!
If it is on flat ground, Yang Zhen can dodge it, or use a shield to cover it.

However, in mid-air, it is unstoppable!

"Tear it!" The umbrella cover was pierced with several holes, and suddenly leaked air, turning into a piece of rag!
I can't get it, and neither can you!
This Yin Nanxing has such a vicious mind!
Yang Zhen finally got angry, and her murderous heart suddenly rose.

Rubbing your fingers, an iron ball of a pigeon egg quietly appeared.

This was given to him by the nanny during the selection competition, and he kept throwing it in the space.

Raising his hand, the iron ball roared through the air and hit Yin Nanxing's waist.

With Yang Zhen's strength at this time, even if it was an iron ball, the force of the impact was no less than a full blow in the late stage of Qi training.

"Ah!" Yin Nanxing let out a scream, and blood spurted from the corner of his mouth.

The iron ball did not break through his body, presumably because he was wearing armor at this time.

Yang Zhen sneered coldly, kept on doing nothing, and hit several iron balls again.

But he saw a red light flashing on Yin Nanxing's body, and a red halo wrapped him tightly.

Several iron balls were blocked by the halo and scattered in all directions.

Yang Zhen cursed secretly, but had no choice but to give up.

The two fought against each other a few times, the rabbits rose and the falcons fell, and the distance between the two sides had already been opened.

At this time, Yang Zhen landed faster and faster, and could no longer care about the other party.

"Little stone!" Zhao Yue'er saw it from a distance, let out an exclamation, manipulated the parachute, and wanted to lean towards Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen raised her hand towards her and smiled.

Immediately, his limbs spread out, like a bat flying in the sky.

A hang glider has appeared above his head.

He turned his head to look at the sky, it was noon, half an hour before the end.

"God help me too!"

With a cry in his heart, he controlled the hang glider and flew towards that valley...

　Thanks to the old friend Kongmo Huaiming for the reward!Thanks radish!
　　Well, it's all for Yiyi, it seems that we need to add drama to the little things.

　　Thanks to the old friend Kyushu Guest 2012 monthly ticket support!Thanks radish!

　　PS: Yin Nanxing, let him die in the secret realm, or keep him as a disgusting person?Not ready yet.

　　This kind of small role will not affect the direction of the whole plot, so their fate is sometimes not fully considered.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)