Two days later.
Yuan Wei’s ho.
"What! Looking for an upper-grade magical sword?" Yuan Wei said with a face full of grievances, "Boss, where do I even go to find that!"
"No worries, take your ti looking, it’s okay if you can’t find it." Xu Ping knew it was a bit of a tall order, so he could only comfort him.
"Okay." Yuan Wei nodded.
He then started talking about the big event in the marketplace.
"The team organized by the four major forces to encircle the demon cultivator suffered heavy losses, only a few escaped with their lives," Yuan Wei said worriedly.
"What happened?" Xu Ping showed a look of surprise.
Lately, he had been imrsed in practicing swordsmanship and was unaware of the events outside.
"Just a few days ago, the encirclent team had already traced the demon cultivator, but that demon cultivator was powerful, and there was an even more formidable snake demon, ordinary cultivators simply couldn’t withstand it.
Among the team of over thirty people, there were even three late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators, but only a few survived." Yuan Wei’s face showed even more concern.
He had originally thought that this demon cultivator wouldn’t be able to last long, but unexpectedly, they were so formidable that even the four major forces suffered such a setback.
"This demon cultivator is actually that formidable?" Xu Ping was surprised.
Such strength could probably be sothing even the leaders of the four major forces couldn’t achieve.
"However, the four major forces are preparing to reorganize a group to hunt the demon cultivator, even the leaders of the four major forces will take action, this ti they should be able to hunt that demon cultivator down."
"Maybe." Xu Ping nodded in response, but he had a premonition that the demon cultivator might not be so easy to kill.
The marketplace is so large, finding a place to hide isn’t that difficult, how could they find him?
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...
After returning ho, Xu Ping went through his magic books.
The Flowing Cloud Sword technique was already perfected, and now he could find one or two spells to practice.
It’s the quality of the magic, not the quantity that matters.
One or two spells are enough.
Very quickly, Xu Ping determined a spell, the Wind Manipulation Skill: wind-powered flight.
Practicing immortality without flight was really unthinkable.
He had always been fascinated about flying.
The second spell took him quite a while to choose.
He finally chose a spell called Palm Thunder.
This spell was considered a weaker version of the Five Thunders Skill.
In this world, not only demon beasts and cultivators were dangerous, but also evil spirits, learning a magic to restrain them was important.
After deciding on the two spells he wanted to learn, Xu Ping began to enthusiastically study them.
The first thing he learned was the Wind Manipulation Skill.
The Wind Manipulation Skill was quite difficult to practice, needing spiritual power to coordinate with hand signs, and also requiring the accompanint of incantations.
For a full three to four days, Xu Ping was still clueless.
Until the sixth day, he finally successfully entered the entry-level.
Underground cave.
Endless gale raged in the room, Xu Ping seed to feel his body rged with nature, as if he beca the wind, his body lightened and slowly started to float upward.
"Hahaha..."
Xu Ping laughed incessantly, this feeling of flying was truly wonderful!
Compared to using tools like magical artifacts, flying with magical skills was even more exciting.
He began attempting to fly.
Flying with the Wind Manipulation Skill wasn’t complicated, his body moved entirely at his mind’s command, shuttling back and forth in the basent.
At first, his movents were a bit awkward, but he quickly beca proficient.
However, Xu Ping also felt that this flight speed was indeed quite slow.
Although confined by the environnt here, unable to push the speed to its limit, he could roughly estimate it should be faster than an ordinary person running, but not by much, far from the speed of flying with magical artifacts.
However, the feeling of flying autonomously was incomparable to flying with magical artifacts.
After flying for a few minutes, Xu Ping stopped.
He gauged the consumption of mana in his body, roughly one-sixth.
He estimated the flight ti in his mind: "Probably can maintain flight for about the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn."
This flight ti wasn’t short, with the improvent of cultivation, the duration of flight would also get longer and longer.
"The underground cave’s terrain is too narrow, I’ll try it in the dense forest tomorrow." Xu Ping licked his lips, feeling slightly unsatisfied.
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...
In a desolate dense forest.
Xu Ping stood in the snow, coordinating incantations, spiritual power, and hand signs.
Accompanied by the whirling wind, he suddenly floated up.
’Fly.’
Xu Ping thought, flying close to the ground, continuously accelerating, quickly surpassing the speed of an ordinary person running, finally stabilizing at 30 miles per hour.
His figure shuttled continuously through the dense forest.
Sotis accelerating in a straight line, sotis suddenly turning, sotis shifting... playing joyfully.
"Why not fly a bit higher and see?" A bold thought flashed in his mind, quickly taking root and sprouting.
"Up."
Xu Ping willed, flying directly towards the sky.
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Fifty ters!
His heart rate accelerated slightly.
A hundred ters!
His heart pounded wildly, excitent surged in his heart.
A hundred and fifty ters.
The cold wind blew on his face, but it couldn’t extinguish the excitent in his heart.
Four hundred ters!
The trees on the ground gradually beca small dots, the entire view of the land below him ca into sight.
Eight hundred ters!
"Hahaha..." Xu Ping laughed wildly, this feeling of free flight was just too delightful!
Nine hundred ters.
Just as he was nearly lost in the mont, a bird’s call brought him back to reality.
Xu Ping looked back, only to see a huge bird heading towards him at an extrely fast speed.
"Demon Beast!?" His face changed slightly.
Although it was a first rank demon beast, it had already reached first rank upper grade, and its massive body, wings flapping, brought a sense of oppression in the air.
Xu Ping quickly reached for his storage bag, a flash of light, the Qinghe Sword was suddenly in his hand.
With the magical sword in hand, his montum rose, a sharp aura unique to a sword cultivator swept in all directions.
"Chirp!"
The bird suddenly shrieked, flapping its wings.
A barrage of feathers shot towards Xu Ping like iron arrows.
"Good!"
Xu Ping shouted, striking with his sword, a wisp of sword qi erupted with a thunderous sound, rumbling thunder.
Boom boom...
The sword qi shredded the barrage of iron-like feathers to pieces.
The residual power of the sword qi didn’t wane, piercing into the bird’s wing fiercely, it let out a shrill cry.
"Die!"
Seizing the opportunity, Xu Ping gave it no chance to escape.
Turning up the power of the sword, accompanied by rolling thunder, a wisp of sword qi pierced through the bird, blood gushed out wildly.
The bird struggled a few tis in the air before collapsing, transforming into a mix of feathers and blood, scattering onto the snow.
"Not worth ntioning."
Xu Ping raised an eyebrow, feeling pleased.
This was his first combat since realizing the Sword Qi Thunder Sound.
As expected, his strike was extraordinary, killing a first rank upper grade demon beast with just two sword strikes.
Just as he was rejoicing, several bird calls sounded, a few black dots in the distance were quickly approaching.
"More coming!" Xu Ping’s face instantly fell.
He had already consud a lot of mana flying, and after striking twice, even though it wasn’t full power, his internal mana was more than half consud, he probably couldn’t continue fighting with the demon beasts.
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