Wan Jing was furious and his whole body was trembling slightly. He waved his hand and a small sword flew out directly, hovering in the air, about three feet away from Chen Zimeng. The tip of the sword was aimed directly at Chen Zimeng's head, which might pierce at any time.

"Whoever is surnamed Chen, do you feel embarrassed to take me to this wilderness and run away by yourself?"

Chen Zimeng was slightly surprised, his eyes full of smiles, "Brother Wan is so unreasonable. From beginning to end, Chen threatened Brother Wan to follow me at all? It's Brother Wan, you must follow me yourself, I won't chase you away."

He shook his head gently, unable to hold his mouth to tsk, Chen Zimeng raised his head and took a sip of wine, "Besides, you are a great monk in the middle stage of foundation building, I am a mountain and wild cultivator. In the early stage of foundation building, how can you lead Brother Wan forward?"

"Brother Wan, what is the difference between your unreasonable appearance and that rural shrew?"

Wan Jingfei's face turned red and suddenly grinned and nodded. Wan Jingfei nodded, saying nothing, but his fingers rose up and waved forward, and the small sword spread in the wind. When he arrived in front of Chen Zimeng, it had already turned into a normal flying sword size.

Chen Zimeng leaned back and moved the flying sword under his feet away, avoided Wan Jingfei's attack, and then flew towards the left.

Between the clouds and mist, Chen Zimeng's figure instantly passed and fell into the mountains below.

Chen Zimeng was unwilling to take action because he felt it was unnecessary, and he also needed to draw the reason for the hairpin from Wan Jingfei. He needed to figure out which force the evil sword Zhang family was trying to win over with Zhang Qiancheng.

In the clouds behind him, Wan Jingfei stood on the wooden boat, his face slightly pale.

The reason why he walks like Chen Zimeng is not because he can't fly, but because he is afraid of heights.

Wan Jingfei is also a foundation-building cultivation. Even if he is not a sword cultivator, he can't control swords, but he will definitely have no shortage of flying magic weapons. He has tried flying and rushing from childhood to adulthood, but he can't hold on for too long.

When he flew in a wooden boat and caught up with Chen Zimeng, he could see how angry Wan Jingfei was. But when he saw Chen Zimengfei landing in the mountains, Wan Jingfei realized that he was in a high altitude.

His face became paler and paler. Wan Jingfei carefully controlled the wooden boat to fall towards the forest below, and cold sweat continued to slide down his face.

Chen Zimeng put away his flying sword when he was about a meter away from the ground and landed straight to the ground. He looked up and saw that the flying sword that Wan Jingfei sacrificed was hovering in the air at this time, shaking slightly, as if he could not find the target.

Wan Jingfei's figure was shaking in the air. Chen Zimeng was very surprised. His eyes looked up along the clouds, and a purple flashed in his eyes. Chen Zimeng then clearly saw Wan Jingfei's pale face on the wooden boat.

Chen Zimeng opened his eyes wide and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He could see that Wan Jingfei was afraid of heights, and he knew instantly why he was walking and caught up with him.

Chen Zimeng pondered for a moment, jumped upwards, and came to the flying sword hovering in the air. Wan Jingfei could no longer be distracted from controlling the flying sword. At this time, the flying sword was like a spirit stone on the side of the road, waiting for someone to pick it up.

Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand, and the flying sword was arrested and smiled. He happened to be missing the flying sword. Although he bought a lot of them when he was in Yancheng, because of insufficient spiritual stones, he bought only low-level flying swords and ordinary flying swords.

Chen Zimeng continued to fly upwards and came to the front of the wooden boat. Wan Jingfei glanced at Chen Zimeng, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were trembling, but he didn't say a word.

Chen Zimeng did not take action, but hovered in the air, watching Wan Jingfei unsteadily control the wooden boat and staggeringly falling.

Wan Jingfei had blood in his eyes and his lips were blue and purple. Finally, he closed his eyes and let the boat fall.

Chen Zimeng opened his eyes wide and watched the wooden boat that had lost control fall vertically. Wan Jingfei, who was on it, was lying on the wooden boat at this time, with only the sound of wind in his ears.

The wooden boat fell faster and faster, and finally even rolled in the air. Wan Jingfei was thrown out, with no cultivation at all in the middle stage of foundation building, and the spiritual energy in his body was running on its own, but because he was afraid of heights, he only slowed his falling speed a little.

Chen Zimeng flew over quickly, reached out and grabbed Wan Jingfei's collar, and flew towards the flat ground below.

The wooden boat that had lost control and rolled in the air became smaller and smaller after the spiritual power of Wan Jingfei was poured in. Finally, it was only as big as a palm, and it drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground. Because of the impact of the fall, the wooden boat smashed into the soil.

Chen Zimeng took Wan Jingfei down not far away, and flew to the ground and released Wan Jing. Chen Zimeng flashed to the side.

Wan Jingfei lay on the ground, breathing heavily, and his pale face slowly turned around. After a while, there was a hint of blush on Wan Jingfei's face.

Chen Zimeng looked at the wooden boat that was falling in the soil, reached out and put it in the storage bag, laughed, and after a round, the wooden boat returned to him.

Moreover, Chen Zimeng carefully sensed that the trace of spiritual thought belonging to Zhang Qiancheng on the wooden boat disappeared, and the divine thought of Wan Jingfei was attached. Chen Zimeng turned to look at Wan Jingfei, and the refining speed was quite fast.

Wan Jingfei rested for half an hour and finally looked at Chen Zimeng, his eyes full of blood.

"Brother Wan, don't look at me like this again. You have to know that if I hadn't been the one who had just now, you would have fallen into a pile of meat paste."

Wan Jingfei snorted coldly, "If it weren't for you, how could I go a hundred feet high?"

Chen Zimeng took off the sword-raising gourd and stopped in the air, with a surprised look on his face, "Brother Wan, that's not what I said? I'm flying with my own sword, what do you care about! What are you doing with me? What are you planning to kill someone and seize treasure?"

"You" Wan Jingfei pointed at Chen Zimeng, but in the end he didn't say anything. He got up from the ground in anger, came to Chen Zimeng, spread his right hand, "Get my flying sword and wooden boat, and go your separate ways."

"How come your flying sword wooden boat is here with me?" Chen Zimeng said lightly, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and slowly retreated.

Wan Jingfei was stunned for a moment and asked loudly, "Do you want to be greedy for my magic weapon?"

"Oh, the sky is blue and sunny, don't slander Chen, when will you give me your stuff?" Chen Zimeng hung the sword-raising gourd back to his waist, turned around and left, but his words kept going.

"What I, Mr. Chen, hates the most is the kind of person who is just a person who is in the way. How could he do the thief and robber? Brother Wan slandered me so much, it was really heartbreaking. It's just that, it's different, and I don't plan to do it."

Chen Zimeng walked forward stepping forward, and a breeze rose in the mountains and fields.

"Hey, stop!" Wan Jingfei quickly ran forward and pulled Chen Zimeng's sleeve.

Chen Zimeng waved his hand, shook Wan Jingfei off, and pointed his hand at the sky, "You fell from a hundred feet high, where did I get the time to greed for your things to save you?"

"I've seen it all!"

"What did you see? I told you, it wasn't what I took. You took it off by yourself, don't blame me."

"The surname is Chen, will you give it?"

Wan Jingfei's finger was almost pointing at Chen Zimeng's face, with a look of grief and anger on his face. Suddenly, he felt a little regretful about why he had to walk around with Chen Zimeng.

Chen Zimeng looked at Wan Jingfei deeply with a sincere expression, stretched out three fingers, and said word by word: "If you don't believe me, then Chen swears here. If I take it, it will be struck by lightning."

Before Wan Jingfei could say anything, a loud "boom" sounded, and a lightning flashed across the sky, and in an instant, the expressions on the two of them were particularly wonderful.

Chen Zimeng was stunned, Wan Jingfei was also stunned, and then laughed.

Chen Zimeng looked up at the fiery sun in the sky, full of doubts and speechless for a while, Wan Jingfei couldn't stop laughing, but was also full of anger.

"I'm still saying no? I'm going to give it back"

"Shut up, it wasn't what Chen took."

"you"

"Look, what is that?" Chen Zimeng looked behind Wan Jingfei, and lightning flashed, and the entire sky in the distance seemed dark.

A few miles away, a black giant beast walked slowly, its dark appearance was covered with scales, and the giant beast stood between the sky and the earth, at least hundreds of feet high and low.

Countless lightnings wandered on the body of the giant beast, and the lightning overflowed, forming lightnings around the body of the giant beast, making a rumbling sound.

Wan Jingfei thought Chen Zimeng was diverting his attention, but when he really looked back, he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Thunder Beast!"

Wan Jingfei ran away, and many beasts rushed out of the mountains and fields and fled in all directions.

The thunder beast did not come for them, but the place they were in was exactly the direction of the thunder beast's advance.

Not far ahead of the Thunder Beast, a few strange beasts were brisk in blood and kept running away. They stepped dead and injured countless strange beasts in the mountains and forests along the way. The elves and ghosts even scattered, and the scene became chaotic in an instant.

The thunder beast raised its front paws, and a flash of lightning flashed at the tip of the claws, rushed out in an instant, and attacked the strange beast running in front of it. The strange beast roared and dodged sideways. Thunder and lightning struck a mountain. Countless forests were instantly destroyed, and the soil flew, at least several feet high and low.

The thunder beast is hunting, and its prey is running towards itself.

Chen Zimeng instantly determined the current situation. Looking at the thunder and lightning emitted by the thunder beast a hundred feet high, Chen Zimeng was extremely shocked, jumped, and flew under his feet to the extreme speed of flying swords toward the distance.

Wan Jing's running speed was not slow, but it was far less fast than those mountain spirits and ghosts. The strange beast behind him was even more anxious to catch up with him when he saw that it was about to catch up with him.

Chen Zimeng Yujian passed away and immediately stepped backwards, cursing, "You stupid, fly, can you run faster than Feifei?"

"I'm afraid of heights"

"It's useless at this time, close your eyes." Chen Zimeng reached out and grabbed it. Wan Jingfei immediately closed his eyes, not daring to open it at all. The only sound of wind was the sound of thunder and the howling of strange beasts.

Chen Zimeng lifted Wan Jingfei into his hand, and the flying sword under his feet roared and galloped into the distance. Many mountain spirits and ghosts even attacked him, and were all killed by one sword.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zimeng ran for dozens of miles.

The thunder beast seemed to have lost patience, and its front paws turned into a palm shape. Countless thunder and lightning flashed in the palm of its palm. It slapped at the strange beast in front of it. In an instant, the thunder beast's front paw was as the center, and thunder and lightning were howling in a radius of hundreds of miles.

A huge ripples of lightning spread around. Chen Zimeng glanced behind him, extremely shocked. The flying sword under his feet trembled. A crack suddenly exploded on the sword body, which could not withstand Chen Zimeng's high-speed flight.

In the mountains, all living creatures within the range of lightning attacks were screaming, but in an instant, lightning passed by, and all turned into ashes.

Chen Zimeng's sword control speed was very fast, and the spiritual power in the dantian was even more rapid, consumed most of the time in an instant, and was used to increase the speed. However, even so, the thunder and lightning ripples behind him were still faster and arrived instantly.

"Boom~"

A huge roar came with the sound of the wind, and the flying sword under Chen Zimeng's feet collapsed instantly, turning into countless pieces and scattered, and then being hit by the lightning that caught up, even more shattered.

Chen Zimeng held Wan Jingfei, and talismans shone brightly around his body, but despite this, Chen Zimeng still spit out a mouthful of blood, and was hit by lightning, falling vertically towards a valley below.

Chen Zimeng's eyes were covered with blood, and the fictional flower seals on his forehead were instantly shining, and purple light flowed around his body, protecting Chen Zimeng's heart.

On the left arm, the other side flower seal was hit by lightning and instantly became extremely dim.

But Chen Zimeng didn't see it. At this time, he had already lost consciousness. A ray of light lit up in the valley below, and Chen Zimeng and Wan Jingfei fell down instantly.

The thunder beast dragged up the strange beast that had been killed by lightning and looked at this side in confusion, but after just pausing for a moment, he dragged the strange beast's corpse and turned away.

The mountains and fields were full of devastation, but it became silent.
Chapter completed!