After about a stick of incense, she saw the men wearing swords looking at the sky with awe and yearning. She looked along their gaze and saw a man flying in the sky with a sword.

This was the first time she saw someone flying in the sky, and she was stepping on a sword under her feet. The moment she saw this scene, what the old monk said to her couldn't help but appear in her mind.

Building a foundation can drive the sword and rush into the clouds.

This man is already a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage and can travel thousands of miles with swords and skyrockets!

She was curious and seriously looking at the person who came with the sword. She looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties. He was a little thin and had a bad complexion, just like a tree gradually drying out, and his vitality gradually weakened. From her perspective, this person's life is not long.

However, he was wearing a wide robe, standing on the flying sword with his hands behind his back and coming towards the wind, his clothes fluttering. At first glance, he really had a bit of a fairy-like appearance.

Unfortunately, that fairy posture destroyed the coldness and arrogance in the old man's eyes.

"Ah! It's an immortal! Immortal! Pay my respects to the immortal, Immortal, help me!"

Those tied people saw the old man flying with swords in the sky, and were surprised, they even knelt down and bowed to the old man, begging the immortals flying from the sky to save them.

Seeing that they were kneeling down, Tang Ning sighed softly in his heart, and in order not to stand conspicuously, he squatted down.

The person who can make her kneel down will probably not be born yet!

These people were also panicked, and they didn't think about how a fairy suddenly came? They even asked him for help. From her, the old man was in the same group as these people.

"Meet the ancestor!"

The men wearing swords knelt on one knee, bowed their heads with their hands and bowed their heads.

"Yeah, get up!"

After landing steadily, the old man said lightly, his eyes flashed over the people tied to the rope, and his eyes paused on the particularly conspicuous little monk before moving away.

With a wave of his hand, a small boat appeared in the open space and gradually became larger in a stunning gaze.

"Bring everyone up." The old man said, then turned around and turned on the small boat.

Tang Ning and others were also pushed into the boat. At this point, some people cried with hope: "Immortal, please spare my life! Immortal..."

However, the old man stood on the boat and turned his back to everyone coldly with his hands on his back, as if he had not heard the crying behind him.

"Shut up!"

A man with a sword kicked one of them, held the sword at his waist in one hand and pulled it out slightly, whispering: "Seal your tongue again!"

As soon as the threat came out, everyone suddenly became quiet, huddled on the boat as if dead ashes, trembling.

Tang Ning squatted in the boat and watched the boat, which was originally the size of a palm, become a big boat that could hold seventy or eighty people. When he was surprised, he saw the old man standing in front shouting.

"rise!"

The boat flew up in the air, and as the boat flew high, it seemed as if a barrier wrapped the entire boat, flying in the air until it penetrated into the clouds.

Flying among the white clouds, it was very fast, but it took a full day to fly, and the speed of the flying boat gradually slowed down. It was not until the morning of the next day that the flying boat slowly stopped in the air in a forest.

The old man standing in front of the boat looked down and said, "It's this place, throw it two first."
Chapter completed!