After Zhou Qingmu came back with wild fruits in his arms, Lu Zhengchun and Yang Zhao stood up, stretched, and woke up bleary-eyed.

The three of them didn't stay on this hill for too long before they set off further south.

Yang Zhao walked in the front, holding a piece of weed in his mouth. Zhou Qingmu walked beside him, carrying his sword on his back.

Yang Zhao faced forward and waved his hand: "Chun'er, we're on our way!"

Lu Zhengchun gnawed on a piece of wild fruit and followed behind.

After experiencing the twists and turns of the past few days, the three of them stride forward facing the scorching sun above their heads.

As they walked, Yang Zhao suddenly turned his head and smiled mischievously at Zhou Qingmu or Lu Zhengchun. He suddenly stood up from the ground and rushed into the sky.

Just when Zhou Qingmu didn't understand what this guy meant, Lu Zhengchun behind him also rushed into the sky, and the two of them flew in tandem in the air.

Zhou Qingmu suddenly had a dark look on his face. He finally understood that the two of them had been conspiring together for a long time! They worked together to bully him because he was not good enough and would not walk in the air.

As a result, what was originally a battle of three people walking together turned into a situation where two people were flying and one was chasing.

Fortunately, these two people were not flying fast, and Zhou Qingmu was able to catch up with him by running with all his strength. But at this time, he was no longer a young man carrying a sword, but his hands were empty. Since Zhou Qingmu started running, the Immortal Burial Sword has been following Zhou Qingmu.

Floating.

What a spiritual sword!

But while Zhou Qingmu was running, he couldn't help but start to envy those rumored great sword cultivators who could fly with their swords! The young man could cut people with his sword, but he couldn't fly with his sword at all!

In the air where Zhou Qingmu couldn't hear the sound, Lu Zhengchun flew beside Yang Zhao and couldn't help asking: "Is it really useful for us to do this?"

Yang Zhao waved his hand helplessly: "This guy doesn't know how to fly with a sword. He has fought so many fights in the past few days, and his level has not improved. This way we not only save time, but also temper his body. By the way.

,Chun'er, how old were you when you learned to fly?"

"When I was twelve years old, my master taught me a method of flying in the air, but it only took half an hour. Now that I have broken through to the Lingfu realm, I no longer need to use this method. I originally wanted to pass it on to Xiao Mu. The master said

Only physically strong warriors can use it. Ordinary monks will most likely damage their cultivation if they use it, so I simply didn’t teach Xiaomu this move."

Yang Zhao seemed to have thought of something when he heard this, sighed, looked at Zhou Qingmu on the ground, and said nothing.

After another long moment of silence, Lu Zhengchun suddenly asked: "Crotch Toucher, when did you learn to fly?"

When Yang Zhao heard this, he immediately looked arrogantly and said: "This hero is so talented, of course I can fly at the age of six! No, what did you call me? Lu Zhengchun! I'm very courageous!"

Yang Zhao's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around to stare directly at Lu Zhengchun. Seeing Yang Zhao looking towards him, Lu Zhengchun subconsciously moved his body to the other side. After Yang Zhao finished speaking, he turned into a ray of fire and looked towards Lu Zhengchun.

Come rushing.

So the two people "crossed hands" in the sky again. Zhou Qingmu, who was resting on the ground, looked at this scene and shook his head. If the two of them stayed together, something would happen within half an hour.
Chapter completed!