The one that emitted a soft voice was actually a big black carp. It was like an elf inside in this deep water area, and could completely ignore the intense undercurrent.

Bai Jiao opened the dragon's eyes, and all his eyes were filled with anger.

"Go, go to the world and bring back the dragon ball for your father. If you can bring back the dragon ball, I will give you the essence and blood of the dragon to help you transform into the dragon body!"

The black carp's tail swayed, and the calm sound inside was soft and soft:

"Father, how can my daughter find the whereabouts of the dragon ball?"

Hearing this, the white dragon's head was raised high, but above the head, a frosty dragon scales flew down and fell on the black carp.

"I'll give you a life scale to my father. As long as you get within a certain range of the dragon ball, you will definitely be able to sense the whereabouts of the dragon ball. If things are inconsistent, this life scale can be killed once!"

The dragon scales fell on the black carp in an instant, and a layer of strong inspiration burst out around the black carp and disappeared into the undercurrent in an instant.

...

At the foot of Fengwei Mountain, Zhang Jian led a dozen escorts Jianyong to the county city. On the other side, Zhang Kui led his troops to guard the mountain village, waiting for the arrival of the second batch of reinforcements from the Zhang family, and tried to transport the goods from the mountains.

Fengyang County City is several days away from Fengwei Mountain.

Zhang Jian followed a batch of oil bottles, which slowed down the progress, so Zhang Jian was not in a hurry.

At this time, all his energy was on the Fengxing Technique. With the help of the Fengxing talisman in his hand, he realized the traces of wind in the air again and again. Gradually, the spiritual power under his feet seemed to penetrate the wind in the void, and his body turned into a wisp of breeze. Although sometimes it was crooked, it made him feel a rhythm.

Zhang Jian knew very early that the essence of wind is the result of the air being exposed to sunlight, local air pressure changes, and air movement. In other words, as long as he tries to perceive the changing rhythm of air pressure in the air, simulates it many times, and finds a certain pattern, he will definitely be able to speed up his understanding of Fengxing.

For Zhang Jian, cultivating immortal Dharma is also a discipline, but this discipline is more profound and obscure than the path of imperial examinations.

But as long as you are good at thinking, you will definitely be able to turn those illusory theories into substantial data, and then quickly improve your magic practice speed.

Zhang Jian called this specialization.

Similar to the warlocks I met before, Zhang Jian didn't think they were very professional.

Of course, it can also be said that this is the sincere heart and the ultimate heart, and the truth is different.

At this time, Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated a little, and he figured out the principle of thermal expansion and contraction. In addition, the Fengxing Technique could appropriately reduce the influence of gravity on his body. After several attempts, his body gradually began to leave the horse's back and began to float stably at a distance of four or five meters from the ground.

With a thought, several Fengxing Talismans were attached to his legs and feet, and his body was like an arrow from a string, and his speed was obviously much faster than before.

It is just that it is impossible to reach an accurate position.

"Success!"

In the bushes, Zhang Jian slapped the leaves stained on his body, and a strong smile appeared in his eyes.

This spiritual power is used properly, and sometimes the efficiency can be increased many times, and the lethality it can cause is completely different.

At this moment, a group of brave men looked at this scene, which was even more shocking.

There have been rumors in the Zhang family that the eldest son of the Zhang family "demolished immortals descended to the earth", and the scene in front of him is undoubtedly confirmed.

More than a dozen men were very excited at this time, and they could be regarded as subordinates of the "exiled immortal" who were proud of their lives for such a Zhang family.

Zhang Jian ignored a group of big-headed soldiers who were excited. He was still constantly adjusting his understanding of "Fengxing Art".

When the Fengxing Art and the Xinglei Art have reached a certain level, they can try to combine wind and thunder, and the lethality they can form will be greatly increased by then.

At this time, a voice of Ai Ai awakened Zhang Jian from a highly concentrated state.

"Mr. Dalang, it's already late. The brothers are all a little tired. Can we find a place to rest for a night and make a fire and cook!"

At this time, a veteran named Hu Shan. Zhang Jian remembered the name of this veteran because among the five hundred soldiers sent by the Zhang family, this veteran was the oldest. It is said that he served in the border army of the imperial court when he was young, and was still a warrior of war. However, he chose to return to his ancestral land at the age of time.

However, when he returned, there were no relatives at home. The Zhang family was recruiting a guard team, and even joined it, it was considered to support themselves.

Zhang Jian nodded, and immediately prepared to spend one night in a dilapidated temple next to the valley.

This is a collapsed mountain temple.

It was in ruins, and the golden body of the mountain god was blown by the wind and rain, making the lake invisible.

The head of the mountain god still fell to the ground.

However, Zhang Jian knew about the place name Zhang Jian, and this place is called Fengchao Mountain.

The veteran Hu Shan was extremely talkative. While picking up firewood, he lit some dry and dead grass to smoke the mosquitoes, snakes and ants in the temple, and laughed. "Da Langjun, I heard from the older generation that there were really phoenixes in Fengchao Mountain back then. People often heard the pleasant sound of birds singing in Fengchao Mountain. The sound was extremely moving. During that period, scholars from all over the country often came here to observe or sit quietly!"

"The Fengchao Mountain Temple is not like this at all. The incense was very popular at that time. The people with a big beam couldn't even hug each other. When I was a child, my mother took me here to enjoy incense?"

Hu Shan's dark face looked a little memory-like, and his face was a little dark.

Beside the fire, everyone was separated by a distance, and the heat wave was rushing.

Everyone just used fire to drive away wild animals, but they didn't really want to use it to keep the cold. On such a midsummer night, the firewood was too fierce.

At that moment, You Jianyong couldn't help asking.

"Old Hu, then how could this mountain temple look like this now?"

At this moment, I looked up and saw that the mountain god's golden body fell to the ground, rubble all over the ground, which was really desolate.

Hu Shan put down the firewood in his hand and shook his head and said.

"I don't know either. I just heard that something strange happened here and many people died. Everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to come. My mother didn't allow me to inquire about the matter here, saying that she was afraid of causing bad things!!"

When the young soldier heard this, he couldn't help but mutter: "Where are so many... strange things!"

After the words came, he couldn't help but look at Zhang Jian's position again. At this time, a cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes, but he felt a little afraid. Seeing this scene, many brave men laughed.

By the bonfire, Zhang Jian also laughed a little.

His eyes swept over the broken head of the mountain god behind him. With his spiritual sense, he did not notice any inspiration in the broken Jin body of the mountain god.

After eating dry food, everyone fell asleep one after another, leaving only a few old soldiers to watch.

Zhang Jian used meditation instead of falling asleep, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes.

‘Cry’!
Chapter completed!