"Things." Zhuo Junyue said, motioning her to take the things.
Fengjiu took a look at the things in his hands, put them in with a smile, and sighed: "I have gained a lot from coming into the Volcanic Forest. I knew I should walk around more often. Look, this is all profit."
Lao Bai stroked his beard and glanced at her: "What did you earn? It was obviously robbed by you." It's really hard to believe that this little girl can do this job well. I really don't know what she did before
She put all the things away, thinking about sorting them out later, keeping the useful ones and selling the useless ones. Finally, she looked at the two of them and said, "Let's go! It's a good time to get out of the forest now, let's fly out on our swords! It should save a lot of time."
"Are you really going to the Zhuo family?" the old man looked at her and asked.
"Okay, let's go to Zhuo's house." She nodded, took off the colorful feathers from her waist and threw them into the air. The beautiful feathers changed, became bigger with a whoosh, and floated lightly in the air.
"Huh? This baby is pretty good."
The old man exclaimed, looked at the beautiful seven-colored feather, stroked his beard, and asked, "Is this the Seven-Colored Glazed Feather? I didn't expect that you, little girl, have so many treasures on you. Did you steal this too?"
Feng Jiu tiptoed and lightly jumped onto the feather, then sat cross-legged, saying, "Are you going to leave or not? If not, then I will." As soon as she finished her voice, she flew high first, passed through the air pressure in the air, and flew higher, heading out of the forest.
"Wait for us!" the old man shouted, and threw out the flying vehicle to chase after them, while Zhuo Junyue summoned the flying sword and followed the two of them, but when he passed through the air pressure, his body fell slightly.
In the volcanic forest area, there is a pressure in the air due to the hot climate, especially in mid-air, where the pressure is particularly obvious. Ordinary cultivators cannot fly with swords under this pressure. Therefore, most people who come to the volcanic forest for training do so on foot. Another thing is that if they fly directly through the forest with swords, it is not training.
In here, only those who are truly powerful can withstand the air pressure in the air, but, just like Fengjiu and the others, they step on the aircraft and fly up from the ground, and after reaching mid-air, they have to break through the air pressure and rise to high altitudes before they can truly control the aircraft.
Zhuo Junyue at the back was flying against the wind on a flying sword, his eyes looking ahead. The young man in green sitting on the feathers had his sleeves fluttering and his black hair floating. His hands were casually resting on the feathers behind him, looking relaxed and contented.
He couldn't help but think: She is such a strange person. The more he gets along with her these days, the more he feels that she is unfathomable. Whether it's the way she behaves or her strength and cultivation, she always surprises him again and again.
When they first met, she cured him of the poison, took the transmission axis from the old man, and played a trick on him, making him so angry that he jumped to his feet. When they met again, he heard how she used a trick to save those people.
She was ruthless and merciless when dealing with the demon cultivators. Her clean and neat methods and strength were shocking. Later, they learned that the young boy in their eyes was actually a woman.
Thinking of this, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he found it funny. Just as the old man said, there was really no trace of a woman's shyness or coyness in her. She looked like a carefree and carefree teenager.