Fan Zhen touched the Tyrant Eagle's body and signaled it not to be hostile.
Tyrant Eagle lowered his head and glanced at the eighteen students. When he looked at Liu Wuxie, his eyes showed a trace of fear.
This is very strange. When he looked at Mo Chong, his eyes were calm. Why did his body tremble when he looked at Liu Wuxie.
Shaking its huge head, the Tyrant Eagle returned to its proud look.
"Everyone, sit on it!"
The Tyrant Eagle half-crouched down to make it easier for them to land on it.
Luo Zhaojun was the first to get on the back of Tyrant Eagle and sat at the front, almost up to Tyrant Eagle's neck.
Mo Chong followed closely, and the other students jumped up one after another and landed firmly on the back of the Tyrant Eagle. The soft fur made it very comfortable to sit on, as if it had fallen into a pile of cotton.
It is surrounded by soft down, covering the entire body.
On both sides of the back, there are hard spines, like two towering peaks, perfectly protecting them in the middle to avoid being blown away by hurricanes.
Flying at high speed and with strong airflow, it can tear apart the body of the True Alchemy Realm.
Ordinary marrow cleansing realms simply couldn't bear it. The monster beasts were so huge that they ignored this strong wind.
Fan Zhen was the last one to come forward.
Luo Zhaojun sat at the front and Fan Zhen sat at the back, protecting the eighteen students in the middle.
"The view is better in front, let's go there!"
Mo Chong couldn't wait. After coming up, he walked forward and sat firmly behind Luo Zhaojun.
Everyone rushes forward, and only in front can you have an unobstructed view of the great river and mountains.
The strange thing is that instead of walking forward, Liu Wuxie walked toward the back and sat in front of Fan Zhen.
"Senior Brother Liu, why don't you sit in front?"
The three female students accompanying him looked at Liu Wuxie curiously, and one of them asked.
"I suggest you sit in the back!"
After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he closed his eyes and cut off all contact with the outside world.
As for the reason, Liu Wuxie didn't bother to explain.
"Junior sister Xinglian, don't listen to him. Come over here quickly. The view from here is too good."
Bai Fan waved to the back and asked the three junior sisters behind him to sit in front. With beautiful women accompanying them, they would not be lonely along the way.
It takes ten days to travel, and they have to spend it eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping on the Tyrant Eagle.
Sitting alone in the back will inevitably make you feel lonely.
The female student named Xinglian glanced at Liu Wuxie, turned around and walked forward. Soon, two male students stood up and made room for Xinglian to sit in the middle.
"Sister Qin, let's sit in the back!"
The other two women did not move and chose to sit in the back, not far from Liu Wuxie, about one meter away.
Senior Sister Qin nodded, and the two sat down separately.
After everyone was done, Fan Zhen looked at Liu Wuxie and nodded with satisfaction, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
"This is the first time for everyone to fly on a monster beast. At first, you will feel dizzy and nauseated. This is a bag prepared for you. If you want to vomit, vomit in it."
Fan Zhen took out eighteen bags and passed them one by one to them.
Several of the students threw them directly into the storage bag. Are you kidding? They are all geniuses. They have already been able to fly at low altitude. It is not difficult. How can they appear dizzy?
Fan Zhen didn't care. He arranged everything, took out the whistle, put it to his mouth, and a strange rhythm appeared.
After receiving the instruction, Tyrant Eagle spread its wings, and the dozen or so students sitting in front looked excited.
Even if he was in the true elixir realm, he couldn't fly. Liu Wuxie used the true energy to transform, but he could only reach a height of a few dozen meters.
The flying altitude of the Tyrant Eagle is at least about 10,000 meters. High altitude and low altitude are two completely different states.
Flapping its wings gently, its huge body slowly rose into the sky.
Mo Chong, Bai Fan and others looked at the trees and mountains under their feet getting smaller and smaller, and felt the urge to roar into the sky.
soon!
This impulse was severely interrupted by the ruthless wind.
After reaching mid-air, the Tyrant Eagle suddenly flew forward at an extremely fast speed. Every time it flapped its wings, it created a storm.
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the violent hurricane is approaching.
Luo Zhaojun took out the prepared hood and covered his face. Mo Chong and the others would not have such good luck.
The terrifying Gangfeng was like a knife, cutting the faces of Mo Chong and others, as well as their bodies.
Let alone being able to speak, speaking is a big problem.
Just when they were about to speak, the fierce wind poured directly into their mouths, almost choking them to death.
The chatter and laughter disappeared, and the interest in admiring the beautiful rivers and mountains disappeared.
The strong wind is still intensifying. When the Tyrant Eagle is flying, no one dares to move. As long as they stand up, they will be swept away by the strong wind in an instant.
They can only move their bodies when the Tyrant Eagle stops.
Senior Sister Qin and another woman looked at Liu Wuxie together, with a hint of shock in their beautiful eyes.
"Junior Brother Liu, thank you for reminding me!"
Senior Sister Qin suddenly spoke. They were sitting in the back. The strong wind could not reach this side and did not affect their conversation. There were spines on both sides to resist the strong wind.
Liu Wuxie did not open her eyes, nodded slightly as an answer, and continued practicing.
"Senior Sister Qin, how do you think Junior Brother Liu knew that sitting in front would be attacked by the strong wind?"
The woman next to him asked curiously, had he ever flown on a flying monster before?
The older woman's name is Qin Lei, and the woman who asked the question is named Li Nanxiang. One is from the Qin family, and the other is from the Li family, one of the five major families in the Imperial City.
"Junior Brother Liu is full of mysteries. I can't tell you exactly. Maybe he knows more than we do!"
Qin Lei smiled bitterly.
We are all young people, so we are inevitably curious. There is nothing wrong with Mo Chong and others sitting in the front.
Liu Wuxie, on the other hand, was mature and prudent, completely inconsistent with his age.
The strong wind became stronger and stronger, and after an hour, several big cities were left behind.
Mo Chong and others had blood stains on their faces, and they experienced what it means to have a knife-cut face.
It didn't matter that they were men, Xinglian wanted to die, so why didn't he listen to Liu Wuxie's advice.
Red streaks of blood appeared on the delicate face, which looked very scary.
One day later!
Fan Zhen motioned to Tyrant Eagle to take a rest. Everyone was tired and needed supplies and convenience.
Landing in an uninhabited mountain range, Mo Chong and others' bodies were completely stiff, and they relaxed for a moment before recovering and stepping off the Tyrant Eagle.
The moment they landed, they vomited like crazy, and more than a hundred bloody gashes appeared on each person's face.
Mo Chong was in the True Alchemy Realm and had a strong physical body, so his injuries were not serious. Those students in the Marrow Cleansing Realm were not so lucky.
"Ah...my face!"
Xinglian took out the bronze mirror, glanced at her own face, and screamed, unable to believe that the person in the bronze mirror was herself.
His hair was disheveled, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
"Wuxie, how do you feel?"
Fan Zhen came over and asked with concern.
"fine!"
He walked aside and continued to sit cross-legged, not missing any practice time.
After fighting for the Hundred Kingdoms, he broke through the True Alchemy Realm.
The magical bridge is getting wider and wider, and the magical power absorbed is getting stronger.
"No wonder Junior Brother Liu is so powerful, he is really a cultivator!"
Li Nanxiang looked admiringly. Liu Wuxie was the only one practicing along the way.
After resting for an hour, everyone returned to the back of Tyrant Eagle one after another.
This time everyone learned the lesson and immediately chose the back position after boarding.
No one dared to fight for the place where Liu Wuxie sat.
The next few days were relatively quiet, with one day of flying and one hour of rest.
Ten days passed in a blink of an eye, and after traveling countless millions of miles, an endless plain appeared in front of me.
From the distant sky, there are similar flying monsters approaching here.
"Everyone cheer up, we are ready to go down."
Fan Zhen reminded everyone, and everyone opened their eyes, and the excitement on their faces was beyond words.
In the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms held once every ten years, the successful finalists are selected by the sect and become members of the cultivation world.
From then on, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, and his family followed him. He was even able to introduce family members to the world of cultivation.
Only Liu Wuxie had no fluctuations on his face, as if nothing could shake his heart.
calm.
calm.
The Tyrant Eagle's body began to swoop down towards the plain.
After a stick of incense, it fell steadily to the ground, and a desolate aura hit his face.
This breath was very thick, countless times thicker than that of the Yan Dynasty, and his breathing seemed to become a little rapid.
All twenty people came down and stood aside to feel the environment of this place.
"Do you know what this place is called?"
Every time he brings students here, Fan Zhen has to explain it, and this time is no exception.
Everyone shook their heads collectively, including Liu Wuxie.
Mu Yueying didn't know much about the War of One Hundred Kingdoms, and she told Liu Wuxie that most of it was knowledge from the cultivation world.
"This place is called Longyan Battlefield!"
Mentioning this place, Fan Zhen had a solemn look on his face, which should be a sign of awe and respect for this place.
"Long Jian battlefield?"
"What a weird name!"
The first time they heard this name, this place had already deviated from the Yan Dynasty.
During this period, they also stopped at other dynasty sites before successfully arriving.
"Do you want to know why there is a Long Jing battlefield here?"
The Tyrant Eagle spread its wings and flew away to look for food in the nearby mountains. It would come back to pick them up after the War of One Hundred Kingdoms was over.
"Dean, stop being so secretive and say it quickly!"
Bai Fan was a little impatient and asked the dean to quickly explain what Long Jing battlefield was.
Liu Wuxie didn't have much interest. After falling down, he felt that there was a familiar aura here.
"Because real dragons once fought here, their blood and bones were buried on this battlefield, so this is called the Longji Battlefield."
To put it bluntly, this is the burial place of the real dragon. After the death of the real dragon, the blood watered the ground, the bones gave birth to the mountains and forests, and the sinews formed the earth.
"Is there really a dragon in this world?"
Everyone's face showed infinite yearning.
Shenlong is only limited to legends and has never been seen.
"Soon you will know that there are not only divine dragons in this world, but also many races that you don't know about. The Zhenwu Continent is far bigger than you think. There are thousands of races. We, the human race, are just one of the thousands of races. That’s all.”
Fan Zhen would not tell them this until they reached this point, lest they aim too high.
Now that they are here, they must know some knowledge.
