The Second Flight - Chapter 85 of The Twelfth Flight Three Hundred Years Ago Warrior

  Over the private golf course behind Kung's house, Kung Wen-hao flew directly over a distance of more than 300 meters at low altitude and landed gently.

  "It's still no good." At this time, there was no more old Tai, and Kong Wenhao, who had become even more spirited, shook his head and said: "It seems that it's really as you said, we still have to pick up our weapons."

  Dongfang Yijian's understanding of the Xiantian realm far surpasses Kong Wenhao. Since both of them reached the Xiantian Seventh Level with the help of Wentao, they have never left each other. The two of them studied and researched together, and at this point, even if they didn't make any breakthroughs, they wouldn't have to worry about their lifespan for another 200 years, so they could focus on researching wholeheartedly.

  "At this time, the true energy in our bodies has almost all been converted into True Yuan Spiritual Energy. The problem of short-distance flight is not a big deal, but if you want to speed up and fly for a long time, you need to learn from the cultivators who refine their flying swords or other magical artifacts, and use them to control the sword and fly."

  Kong Wenhao also nodded, and the two walked over to sit down beside a wooden table and chairs that had been prepared with tea: "I always feel that this is mainly because our bodies' true yuan spiritual energy is insufficient. If we have enough true yuan spiritual energy, flying wouldn't be difficult either." As he spoke, Kong Wenhao lightly sipped his tea and sighed: "Speaking of which, you and I are really lucky. Things that we didn't even dare to dream about in the past are now right before our eyes... soaring through the skies!!!"

  Although Kong Wenhao and Dongfang Yijian are still unable to fly for long periods of time, they themselves know that having reached the Condensing Dan stage, it's only a matter of time.

  "It's only Mr. Wen who can have such magical powers." Dongfang Yijian was now convinced that Wentai was the mysterious Mr. Wen. Of course, in their eyes, Mr. Wen had already become a cultivator who had lived for unknown ages.

  "Uh..." Kong Wenhao nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a pressure, an overwhelming pressure.

  Dongfang Yijian also stood up fiercely, his sword eyebrows erected.

  Like a divine dragon in the ninth heaven, and like a long rainbow, King Ao stepped on his sword and arrived in an instant, standing in front of Kong Wenhao with Wang Botao shrunk into a ball in his hand. The long sword under King Ao's feet was still hidden inside his body when he landed.

  In the Xianxia world, flying with a sword is an entry-level skill, just like how children need to learn how to walk. However, in the mortal world, flying with a sword is absolutely a shocking and astonishing thing.

  In the martial arts world, flying with a sword has already become a legend. More than 300 years ago, it was still possible for a pre-heavenly seventh-level warrior to fly with a sword, which is a major landmark. Once you reach the pre-heavenly seventh level, you are already at the threshold of entering the Tao through martial arts and can be considered half a cultivator.

  Those who enter the path with only martial arts will find it increasingly difficult to progress if no one guides them. In an era over 300 years ago when there were many pre-heavenly seventh-level martial artists, most people would eventually die and be unable to take a step further.

  Dongfang Yijian and Kong Wenhao were both over a hundred years old, and at this time, they had already become pre-heavenly seventh-level warriors, so they were still relatively calm.

  It was only after Wang Ao fell that he looked at Dongfang Yijian and Kong Wenhao with some surprise: "You are the young masters of the Kong and Dongfang families, I really didn't expect it. Three hundred years ago, when spiritual energy was scarce, it was already difficult for a martial artist to break through the Seventh Level of Innate Realm. And yet, three hundred years later, in today's environment with such thin spiritual energy, the Kong and Dongfang families still have people who can break through this barrier... Good, good, good..."

  Wang Ao nodded and said "good" three times in a row.

  "It's no wonder our Wang family isn't a match for you." With that, he tossed Wang Botao to the side.

  Looking at his attire, Dongfang Yijian and Kong Wenhao were already greatly shocked in their hearts. It was obviously the attire of the Qing dynasty. His speech was still good, also neat and tidy.

  "May I ask who you are?" Kong Wenhao asked with a bow.

  Wang Ao stood proudly, his name fitting him well: "You young ones aren't even worthy of asking my name. Now I'll give you two options: immediately stop attacking the Wang family, cut off one of your own arms, and hand over that doctor named Wentai. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

  Dongfang Yijian and Kong Wenhao were extraordinary individuals, although the person in front of them had an aura that was rarely seen in their lives. Dongfang Yijian had also met cultivators before, but the person in front of him gave them a feeling and pressure that was even more intense, because he was a martial artist.

  A warrior who has reached the level of flying with a sword is obviously an old man from the royal family, when did the royal family have such a formidable figure.

  The speed at which the Wang family declined was even faster than that of other families. Looking at this person's attire, and considering his formidable degree, he is... a figure from two or three hundred years ago.

  "Senior is indeed impressive." Dongfang Yijian said coldly, "Don't mention us now, even if we were just ordinary warriors, would we be like what senior said? If so, we wouldn't be worthy of being descendants of the Dong and Kong families."

  When it came to Wentao, the two were even more cautious. The two weren't the kind of people who would be threatened by others, but they also understood the current situation clearly. As for the Wang family being suppressed, they naturally knew about it, although it had only happened yesterday.

  This matter originated from Shu Xin Clinic and was written by Wen Tao. The other party attributed this aspect of the matter to their two families, and neither of them went to explain it further.

  Kong Wenhao also laughed and said: "Although we are not opponents from the same generation, but to be able to meet a senior like you, even if I die in battle, I will have no regrets."

  They chose to fight, and Wang Ao actually appreciated it: "Good, the Kong family and the Dongfang family have such children, good, let's do it!"

  "Slow..." Kong Wenhao faced the strong enemy with ease: "Isn't senior looking for Doctor Wen? Junior can have someone inform him now, and then it's not too late to exchange blows with senior."

  As he spoke, Kong Wen Hao pressed the intercom beside him, a communication device between him and Kong Jie. A dedicated channel, usually Kong Wen Hao didn't bother with other things, only contacting Kong Jie, like a private custom-made phone, attached to his clothes, somewhat resembling special agent equipment.

  "Ancestor, that's a phone, it can notify people thousands of miles away, don't let him notify Wentai, or he'll run away!!!" Wang Botao took one look and hastily shouted out, fearing this antique ancestor wouldn't recognize the phone.

  "Shut up." Wang Ao didn't even flinch, a burst of sword energy slammed into Wang Botao's body like a wooden stake, sending him flying several meters away. He couldn't open his mouth again. Wang Ao was already fed up with this incompetent descendant who had become a eunuch, and he had the heart to kill him. Wang Ao had his own pride, as a super warrior, he naturally wouldn't bother with such trivial matters, grasping the overall direction was enough!

  Kong Wenhao only informed Wentao to be prepared, or even come to rescue them. As for running away, although he had been in contact with Wentao for a short time, Kong Wenhao didn't think Wentao would run away. However, whether Wentao could defeat the person in front of him, they also had no confidence.

  "Haha......" Looking at Ha Saeng, who returned with a staggering gait in the evening, Luo Zhen Feng laughed very happily.

  "I told you long ago, Dr. Wen is a monster. Just the other day, I was able to knock him down with minor injuries after a fierce battle. But just in these few days, the situation has turned around. You think your Yuan Ying has made you invincible? Now you know what it means to be in trouble."

  The tsunami had left Luo Zhenfeng without even the strength to speak, so he directly took some medicine from Yanlin and then returned to his residence to continue recuperating.

  "Done..." Luo Zhenfeng arranged all the new medicines in the clinic, patted his hands and was about to leave. Wenyuan's injuries didn't heal immediately today, so after the examination, he went up to treat them. Luo Zhenfeng also didn't have any new test subjects, and after finishing everything, he was ready to drive out and have some fun.

  "Don't go yet..." He hadn't even left when Yanlin came over with a smile: "Dr. Wen said that after you've finished arranging these medicines, you still need to make some of the medicines you use."

  "Ah......" Luo Zhenfeng heard, extremely painful, some of the medicines they used were from the Xiu Zhen realm, and some of them required continuous use of spiritual energy during preparation. Stole a break, left work early again in vain.

  Upstairs, Wentao, who was wearing a silver needle, was lying on the bed. He rarely slept nowadays.

  Now that I'm injured, it's a rare opportunity to rest in a sleeping position. At this time, the injuries inside my body have healed by 50%. Tonight and tomorrow should be fully recovered.

  His self-healing ability is much stronger than Luo Zhenfeng and Haitang, but due to the special nature of his body, he cannot use medicine. Even the best elixirs and pills become ordinary small medicines when they reach Wentai, with limited uses.

  Only his own forbidden needle technique still had some effect, otherwise Wentai wouldn't have dared to train himself so desperately.

  After this period of training, Wentai's strength has increased significantly. If he continues like this and stabilizes his current state, when the time comes to trigger Luo Zhenfeng's minor heavenly tribulation, it won't be a problem for his strength to increase again.

  Just as Wentai was quietly thinking about his insights from the battle and feeling the changes within himself while lying in bed nursing his wounds, the phone suddenly rang.

  Wen Tao's phone rang, and few people knew it was him, he picked it up and took a look, it was Kong Jie.

  The phone was connected, and Kong Jie explained the situation at the fastest speed. Wen Tao slowly sat up from the bed.

  Three hundred years ago, the Wang family's super warrior, with his sword flying, was looking for himself. Without any unnecessary words, in a place of great culture and civilization, he hung up the phone with a finger movement as elegant as playing the piano, pulled out dozens of silver needles from his body, flashed his figure and jumped out, opened and closed the window in an instant as if it had not moved, and was already rushing straight to the Kong family's mansion.