Retrograde fairy way

"Tudou" looked at Wang Mo in confusion, not knowing how amazing his name was, and still perseveringly pecked at Wang Mo's fist that was tightly clenched with the demon core.

Seeing that it should not respond, Wang Mo refused to give it the demon core. After coming down several times in succession, Wang Mo remained unmoved by its hoarse cry. It was not until its cry became hoarse and weak that Wang Mo realized that his behavior was wrong. .

"This is just a creature that was born less than a day ago. It is in the most vulnerable period of its life. It regards itself as its only support, but it is treated like this by itself. Although strictly speaking, I am its savior, But every life has its own dignity, so why should I let it do what I don't want? What's more, it only knows to rely on itself, without any survival skills, so it is impossible to know what it means. It seems that this society It’s really changing yourself subtly!”

Wang Mo laughed at himself, slowly opened his palm, revealing the demon core inside, looked at the potato and yelled happily, swallowed the demon core in one gulp, hiccupped in satisfaction, stood on Wang Mo's left shoulder again, and found a In a comfortable position, he dozed off.

But at this time, after all this tossing, Wang Mofa suddenly discovered that his mental state had increased a little at this moment, which was the improvement brought about by a little enlightenment.

The way of heaven is clear, the law of nature is natural, everything cannot be forced, but it is unimaginable, a small change will bring about such a change!

"Get up!" Wang Mo yelled softly, making tactic with both hands again and again, and saw the Mo Cang sword in his waist was unsheathed in an instant, with a blue light emitting from his body, and the sword body seemed to be magnified several times, floating in front of him.

Wang Mo had practiced this kind of scene countless times before. He stretched out his hand to grab the sleeping potato on his left shoulder and stuffed it into his arms. With a slight shake of his shoulder, his body jumped onto the Mo Cang sword.

With an air explosion, a cyan light shadow was left in the air, and Wang Mo disappeared.

Although I have practiced Yujian flying many times, I feel different every time I am in the air.

Wang Mo sighed in his heart, he ran for tens of miles in just the effort of a cup of tea. This speed is more than ten times faster than running with a physical body.

In just 10 to 100 minutes, Wang Mo crossed the river with a width of more than [-] miles with his sword. As long as he crossed another section of the river ahead, he would land on land.

Following Wang Mo's rapid flight, the 'potato' in his arms woke up somehow and poked his head out from the skirt of his clothes to look out.

It may be due to nature, when it looked around and found that it was in the air, it screamed excitedly.

Seeing that its thin body was about to burst out, Wang Mo quickly stuffed it back.

Just kidding, this is flying at high speed, if it is not covered by its own protective body, with its weak body exposed like this, the air pressure of the rapid travel is enough to cause its lungs to burst and die.

Wang Mo clearly remembered that when he flew for the first time, he was not clear about these methods, and those painful experiences are still vivid in his mind.

No matter how many times 'Tudou' yelled dissatisfied in his arms, Wang Mo frowned slightly. He obviously overestimated his ability and the width of the Baili River.

When I was practicing flying skills, I never calculated these things. This is also the sad thing that there is no guide, and I have to explore everything by myself.

On land, relying on the powerful body and the lingering true energy in the body, he can run thousands of miles in one breath, but the degree of consumption of flying with the sword is more than ten times as much.Not only consumes the power of consciousness, but also consumes a lot of true energy!If there is no advanced cultivation base, it is really impossible for the imperial weapon to fly.

At this time, although there was a little mist above the river, the objects in front could still be seen clearly.Looking around, with his eyesight at this time, he can only see a blurry scene in the distance, but it is obviously not a short distance.

Feeling the consumption of true energy in the body and the reduction of spiritual consciousness, Wang Mo knew that if this continues, he might have to swim over.

Maybe it was because of God's pity that he couldn't bear to be a drowned chicken. A black shadow appeared a dozen miles in front of him to the left. When he looked carefully, it was a fishing boat.

The corner of Wang Mo's mouth was full of wry smiles, he didn't care about anything, he turned slightly and flew towards the ship.

Trying to control Feijian, Wang Mo gently put it on and looked with wide eyes.

I saw that this fishing boat is about 33 meters long, not a big fishing boat, but it is quite complete with a set of equipment.

There were only a dozen people on board, an old man with a vicissitudes of life, who was obviously the leader of the fishermen, and the rest were young and strong men.

At this time, under the shout of the old man, they chanted together and pulled up the fish in the water. The busy scene prevented everyone from noticing that there was an extra stranger on the boat.

Wang Mo didn't bother these people, he just wanted to take a ride to the other side.

At this time, due to the excessive consumption of spiritual consciousness, he urgently needed to adjust his breath. He was just about to turn around and find a corner to hide, but he didn't want a crisp cry from behind him.

"Hey!"

Wang Mo hurriedly looked, and saw a little girl lying down on the ground covering her head. She couldn't see her face clearly, but from that crisp cry, it could be heard that she was not very old.

At this time, he was covering his head with his hands, and he couldn't help rubbing it. Obviously, the bump just now was not light.

This is also when Wang Mo just arrived on the boat, his consciousness and true energy have been exhausted, and his body is as tight as steel.The one who hadn't come yet quickly calmed down, and the little girl bumped directly into it, no wonder it didn't hurt.

Wang Mo looked at the barefoot girl who couldn't stop crying for pain, and sighed slightly in his heart, since he was exposed, he might as well be more generous.

Taking a step forward, he stretched out his right hand and put it on top of the girl's head, channeling the little zhenqi in his body, and slowly sending it over.

It seems to outsiders that it was only a short contact, but it consumed the last bit of true energy in Wang Mo's body. Fortunately, Wang Mo's body is strong. If it were someone else, his eyes might be blackened and he would be drowsy. up.

After all, the empty body feels like a thief going to the empty building, and not everyone can resist it.

The little girl felt the warmth coming from her head, and suddenly felt that the pain eased, and the pain disappeared after a while.

Only then did I have the leisure to raise my head and look at the culprit in front of me. The first thing I saw was a pair of cyan scale boots with fine scales and high uppers. They were obviously not fishermen on my own boat. Looking up, I saw a pair of cyan scales. , dressed in the adventurer outfit she had seen in the town, but obviously not as particular about the person in front of her.

Going up further, I saw a face that was expressionless and slightly resolute, but the skin was a little pale, but it was very flavorful.

Wang Mo was a little helpless, looking at the little girl who was sitting on the deck of the boat, her pretty face was fine just now, but for some reason she suddenly blushed, she just stared at herself without speaking.

At this time, those fishermen just pulled up a fish. Before they chanted in unison to cover up the little girl's cry of pain. At this time, the old man arranged for them to collect the caught fish. Then came to the other side.

Although the old man's hair is already gray, he walks on the boat like walking on the ground, and he looks more stable than those young people. When he came here and wanted to call his granddaughter and ask how the breakfast was, he found a The stranger appeared on his boat and glanced at his granddaughter Xiaoying sitting down in front of him.

Seeing Xiaoying's ruddy complexion, the old man didn't have time to think about how this person boarded his own fishing boat, and immediately shouted angrily, raised the wooden barrel next to his hand, and threw his head at the person, but after hearing this swing, the air buzzed. You can tell how strong he is from the buzzing sound, and it is obvious that he is furious.

"Bah!"

At this time, Wang Mo's true energy and spiritual consciousness were exhausted, but his own six senses were extremely sharp. When the old man came not far behind, he found someone, but before he had time to explain, he heard a shout behind him and turned his head to look At that time, I saw an old man throwing a huge wooden barrel at himself.

In desperation, Wang Mo waved his left hand lightly and walked towards the wooden barrel.

The old man only felt that the wooden barrel he smashed out was as if it had met cotton, without any effort, as if he had easily slipped into the hand of that person, he couldn't help being terrified.

This old man is Sang Kun, a village head of a nearby fishing village. In these rural areas, most of them are village heads who are powerful and knowledgeable, and this old man is one of the best.

As the only monk in the village, he was a third-level Qi-refining monk back then. If he hadn't been injured and his cultivation had regressed, leaving only a little cultivation base, he could barely be called a Qi-refining monk, and he would not have returned to the village. He married a wife and had children, and became the village head, but he still couldn't bear his temper, enjoyed the happiness at home, and relied on his military power in this area to make his village flourish. The young boys went out to fish together.

He knows how much strength he has in his hands. If he hadn't been born with divine power, he wouldn't have been favored by his master and accepted as his apprentice. Although he was old, under his rage, a blow with all his strength was not something ordinary people could take. .

But the young man in front of him is so understated, so isn't his strength...

Thinking of this, Sang Kun glanced bitterly at the little granddaughter who covered her mouth in astonishment on the ground, and sighed in her heart, "Forget it, I'm willing to let my granddaughter alone, I hope this person will let go of the young people on the boat. Everyone is the hope of the villagers!"

"what happened?"

"It seems to be the village chief's grandfather!"

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Quick, go and see!"

"go!"

There was a burst of noisy footsteps and shouts, obviously the group of young fishermen heard Sang Kun's angry shout and came to investigate.

"Go back!" Sang Kun's face turned ugly for a while, but he knew the narrow-mindedness of this kind of people. If one person is unhappy, it is possible to kill the whole ship.

"Grandpa, who is this man? Did he bully Xiaoying?" A dark-skinned, muscular young man saw Sang Kun shouting at himself and others. The man in front of Xiaoying who stood up was glaring at him.

This young man is Sang Kun's grandson, named Sang Yan, who usually loves Xiaoying the most. Seeing that his sister has obviously been wronged, he is immediately furious.

Sang Kun looked at Wang Mo's slightly frowned brows, sighed in his heart, and thought to himself, it seems that there is too much, poor young people, they will be buried on the Baili River with him, they are only a dozen old.

"Cough cough!"

Just when Sang Kun was making up his mind that the person in front of him would fight to the death, a light cough came from his ear. Although it was not heavy, it was like a thunderclap for some reason.