Xiao Wenbing nodded silently, and today he was another lesson.

His eyes approached the machine window and looked at the clouds floating outside the window.

Suddenly, Xiao Wenbing rubbed his eyes and saw a little light, a little light that was approaching quickly.

"Senior brother, senior brother..."

"What's up?"

"Didn't you say you can't fly?"

Zhang Jie nodded and said, "No," he wondered in his heart that this junior brother is not a long-winded person on weekdays.

Holding his sleeve, Xiao Wenbing pointed to the window and said, "Look... look..."

Zhang Jie lowered his head, his eyes suddenly widened, and he murmured: "How is it possible...how is it possible?"

A foreigner was attracted by Xiao Wenbing's strange behavior and looked in the direction of his finger. He suddenly opened his mouth wide and shouted with all his strength in his life: "Ah..."

At the same time, they saw a stunning woman in a dress fluttering and walking on a sword.

The white clothes are like snow, and the sword light is like rainbow.

Her speed was so fast that it was far better than the plane and she was gone in an instant.

The moment she passed by the plane, she seemed to feel Xiao Wenbing's focused gaze. Looking back, her beautiful eyes were like two unfathomable deep pools.

A cold light flashed, and the traces were misty, leaving only the beautiful figure floating like an immortal in Xiao Wenbing's heart.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

There was a noise on the plane, and everyone looked at the foreigner who seemed to have a mental illness at the same time.

"People...some people..." The foreigner shouted nervously in his stuttering Chinese.

On the plane, almost as long as it was a human being, I rolled my eyes at him. Nonsense, aren’t it human or ghost on the plane?

A beautiful stewardess stepped forward. Although her face still had a kind smile, the smile seemed a little stiff no matter how hard she looked: "Sir, do you need any help?"

The foreigner grabbed the stewardess' hand and said incoherently: "Fly...fly."

"Yes, sir, the plane has already flown." The flight attendant was of good quality. He did not shake his hand away, but explained patiently.

"No, it's not... it's human, human... flying, flying.Flay, flash, understand?"

"Sir, all passengers who fly on the plane have already flown up."

"Puff..." Xiao Wenbing could no longer bear it. He held his lower abdomen and felt a wave of colic inside.

Although Zhang Jie had the same strange expression, he could not sit upright and was as steady as Mount Tai. He was worthy of being a master in the Golden Elixir Stage, and his concentration was far beyond the comparison of Xiao Wenbing, the first brother of Cultivation.

"No..." The foreigner was so anxious that he scratched his head. Although he understood Chinese a little and could deal with ordinary daily conversations, how could he describe this kind of emergencies? In an anxious manner, he had to tell them in English.

"Well, that's it." Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Wenbing quickly stood up. He walked to the foreigner, nodded kindly to him, and said in his extremely poor English: "Isay."

When the foreigner saw that it was him, he immediately lit his head like pounding garlic. He looked at Xiao Wenbing's fingers and realized the change outside the window. At this time, he saw Xiao Wenbing come out on his own initiative and quickly agreed.

"Everyone, this is how things are." Xiao Wenbing took out a cell phone from his arms, clicked a few buttons, and played a video.

The video is the famous "The Legend of Swordsman in Shushan". Xiao Wenbing pointed it with his finger and the picture was frozen in a scene where two people drove their swords into the air.

This movie was downloaded from the Internet a year ago by Xiao Wenbing and has never been deleted. Unexpectedly, it was useful at this time.

Xiao Wenbing first showed the picture to the person next to him, then took it to the foreigner's eyes and asked, "Isthis?"

The foreigner nodded repeatedly and shouted "Yes."

Xiao Wenbing raised his cell phone and said aloud: "My friend and I were watching this video of "The Legend of Swordsman in Shushan". When this foreign friend saw this scene, he suddenly shouted loudly."

"Oh." Everyone who suddenly realized it felt a little amused and crying. Their eyes looked at the foreigner and they couldn't help but feel a little contempt.

Xiao Wenbing's words were both urgent and fast, and there was a bit of square sound in it. Of course, the Chinese could understand it, but the foreigners were confused and didn't know what to do.

"Although this friend doesn't watch movies much, he doesn't know much about the five thousand years of civilization in our ancient Chinese country. But he is our guest after all. We are a country of etiquette, so don't blame me."

Xiao Wenbing's words were approved by most people, and everyone returned to their original positions and stopped making excuses.

Smile at the foreigner, Xiao Wenbing waved his hand to say goodbye, then sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

The foreigner vaguely felt something was wrong. Why did the Chinese care about the fact that people could fly in the air?

But he saw the scene on Xiao Wenbing's phone with his own eyes, and heard him telling a large group of words. He was too late to be grateful to him, so how could he doubt his head?

After thinking about it, the foreigner finally made a decision. He came to Xiao Wenbing and greeted him politely. Then Xiao Wenbing asked for the name of the movie on his mobile phone, intending to study it carefully after going back.

Unexpectedly, his actions were seen by others. Even those who were a little suspicious were all suspicious at this time. It turned out that this foreigner was really watching the video.

The beautiful stewardess came to Xiao Wenbing with light steps and said in an extremely low voice: "Sir, please don't use your phone on the plane, okay?"

"Okay..." Xiao Wenbing agreed readily. After the stewardess left, he quietly asked the second senior brother beside him: "Senior brother, who is that?"

"I don't know." Zhang Jie answered very simply.

"How come you didn't know?"

Zhang Jie smiled bitterly and said, "There are at least thousands of cultivators on Earth, so how can I recognize them all?"

"Ah, how many thousand people?" Xiao Wenbing exclaimed. It turned out that there were still a large number of people in the immortal family.

"Yes, but..."

"But what?"

"At the time she was gone, my brother had already seen that she was at the early stage of the Golden Pill. Well, in the early stage of the Golden Pill, she must have just entered the Golden Pill stage. Has her elders not taught her?"

ps: A friend’s new work, "The Master of Supernatural Powers on Campus", a work worth watching...
Chapter completed!