Chapter 299

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Wang Daoyuan can't be completely sure where the problem is.

The structure of the flying kite is very simple, imitating the shape of an eagle-like demon bird. Both wings and tail are fixed, so there should not be too many problems.

Eagle-like demon birds can fly much faster than humans, and Golden Wing is a second-order mid-level cultivation base. It seems to be playing for five thousand miles in an hour, and it has never been seen shaking in the air.

The patterns used for flying are copied from the crane feather boat.

The Crane Feather Boat is a relatively mature instrument, and the main instrument pattern will not have fatal flaws.

The biggest possibility is that the aircraft pattern does not exactly match the shape of the flying kite.

A second-tier high-grade weapon refiner can also improve the tool pattern, but it is not something that can be done overnight.

This flying kite can stably fly about 3,400 miles in an hour, which is enough to fly faster than the cultivator at the peak of the foundation establishment.

He also didn't dare to get along with the cultivator of the Zifu, and he did not seek to be able to fly past the cultivator of the Zifu.

As for solving this problem, don't worry. When Shanbei's matter is resolved, throw the clone Bai Sheng into the Lingzhu space and let him study it slowly.

More than a thousand miles south of the oasis of Baojing Lake, the flying kite was retracted and changed to flying with the sword.

Baojing Lake Oasis is located on the southern edge of the desert. The entire oasis is roughly oval in shape, with a length of about 500 miles from east to west and a width of more than 300 miles from north to south.

The oasis is low-lying, with a small mountain range in the north and south.

In the center of the oasis is a circular lake with a diameter of about a hundred miles.

Because the two small mountains almost completely surround the oasis, the outside wind is difficult to blow in, and the lake surface is not turbulent, and the level is like a mirror all the year round, so it is named Baojing Lake.

The Baojing Lake Oasis has a second-order high-grade non-attribute spiritual vein, the south of which is sparsely grassy, ​​and the other three sides are deserts.

In this environment, Baojing Lake Oasis is a well-deserved treasure.

The surrounding environment of Baojing Lake is harsh, and there are no large groups of monsters and half-demon tribes nearby.

It is said that many years ago, there was a group of monsters in Baojing Lake, and they were later wiped out by half monsters.

After that, it became the territory of a half-demon tribe.

Before the royal family of Zhao Kingdom was destroyed, they crossed Huiyan Mountain many times to conquer the demon clan, and established many human clan strongholds in the north of the mountain.

Many small human forces in Shanbei were left at that time.

Where there are people and spiritual energy, scattered cultivation is indispensable.

Some outlaws were running around, looking for a place to stay.

Hundreds of years ago, a group of desperate scattered cultivators in the late stage of foundation establishment discovered the oasis of Baojing Lake.

As for the half-demon who occupy this place, the highest cultivation base is only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and they cannot stop this group of desperadoes at all.

In the end, the half-demon tribe died and escaped, and this place became the site of loose cultivators.

The rank of the spiritual veins of the Baojing Lake Oasis is really low. The cultivators of the Purple House and the third-order monsters don’t like it at all, and the second-order monsters have no ability to win here.

Moreover, the oasis of Baojing Lake is not big, and the future of establishing a foundation here is too small.

There is no powerful force nearby, and there is no need for a force from thousands of miles away to run here specially for such a second-order spiritual vein.

As a result, Baojing Lake Oasis has become a place that no one cares about.

After the Nether Sect reconciled with the Shanbei Monster Race, the number of human races in Shanbei increased sharply, and there were more scattered cultivators.

Because of its particularity, Baojing Lake has attracted more scattered cultivators, and the desperados also like to stay here.

Many years ago, Chen Ji and Qi Yun were one of these desperados.

On the east bank of Baojing Lake is a square market, even a square market is a bit reluctant, a standard grass platform team.

There are only a few buildings that can barely be regarded as shops, and everyone else is setting up street stalls.

There are no rules here, and no one in charge.

Some monks robbed the monks who were doing business because of their high cultivation, but no one cared.

In the event of a conflict, whoever wins is justified.

Others are struck by waves of conflict,

If you are not strong enough, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

This is a place where the real strong are respected, and fists are the truth.

In the past, some people wanted to set rules here, but unfortunately they were beaten to death by the group.

Wang Daoyuan stepped on the tiger sword and fell to the edge of Fang City.

If he wanted to find Chen Ji's bad luck, he had to understand the situation of this old boy.

Fangshi is a mixed place, which is the best place to inquire about news.

As soon as they landed, a monk on the ninth floor of the foundation building and wearing a gray robe stepped forward.

This product does not explain the purpose, just staring at Wang Daoyuan.

Wang Daoyuan was seen a little hairy. At this time, he used the disguise technique to change his face, which was different from the appearance when he was in Guiyanfang City, but he still looked like a middle-aged man.

The cultivation base is not hidden, and the eighth floor of the foundation building can still scare many people here.

If the cultivation base is too low, there will be a lot of trouble.

He didn't show anything unusual, the man kept staring at him, not knowing what was going on.

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 and continued to block the way.

This grandson came to find fault with sincerity, and Wang Daoyuan naturally couldn't back down.

Loose cultivators have the virtue of bullying the soft and fearing the hard. If you accept the soft once, more people will come to bully you.

Wang Daoyuan asked, "What do you mean by fellow Daoist, let's draw a path."

The gray-robed cultivator took out a storage bag and said with a smile, "Just know the rules, here are a thousand spiritual stones, and the short sword in your hand belongs to me.

Looking at your eighth-layer foundation building, it will take a lot of effort to clean up, so I will give you this price.

Those who know each other will leave the dagger and get out with the spirit stone. "

Wang Daoyuan held the hilt of the Tiger Demon Sword, and released the powerful power of consciousness.

Using Yunyan Escape, he passed by the gray-robed cultivator, and a pitch-black cloud shrouded the surrounding ten feet.

He deliberately put it away, and didn't use his full strength to use Yun Yandun.

After a few breaths passed, the black cloud and mist dissipated, and the gray-robed monk still maintained his original posture, but the storage bag in his hand and the storage bag around his waist were gone.

Wang Daoyuan held two storage bags in his hand, and said with a smile: "Baojing Lake is really simple and simple, and someone gave him all his wealth as soon as he arrived."

The surrounding monks all had weird expressions, and it was the first time someone had praised Baojing Lake so much, so I was flattered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-robed monk fell to the ground.

He knocked his head on the ground and was directly separated from his body, but no blood flowed out.

Looking carefully, a layer of black ice formed on the fracture on the neck.

The cultivators around were really a little surprised. After the first-order instant kill, no one could see how he did it.

Wang Daoyuan spoke again at this time: "I don't have the habit of using people to refine tools. Whoever wants this dead dog will take it."

After all, turn around and walk forward.

When he walked more than twenty feet away, only a few monks dared to step forward to snatch the body.

On a high-rise building in Fang City, two gray-haired elderly monks, one with long beards and the other with short beards, have been watching this scene.

The long-bearded monk asked, "Do you see anything?"

The short-bearded cultivator replied: "The suppression of divine sense makes the opponent lose his mind for a short time.

Then use a clever escape technique, quickly pass by the opponent, and chop off the opponent's head with the dagger in his hand.

This person's spiritual power, with a cold aura, was able to freeze the blood of the ninth-layer foundation building cultivator.

The escape method is very extraordinary, and I didn't see any tricks.

Moreover, this person's spiritual cultivation is not under you and me. "

The long-bearded cultivator smiled and said, "What I said earlier is quite right, the last sentence is fart.

What does it mean to not be under you and me, you can try to compete with him.

This kid's spiritual cultivation is stronger than our two base-building peak cultivators. I really don't know how to cultivate it. "

The short-bearded cultivator smiled helplessly: "Aren't you allowed to say big words?

How to deal with this person, clean up or win over? "