At this moment, Wang Xiaofeng had already left the Flowing City with Lengrou and rushed directly to the border town. They were unimpeded along the way. In addition, the scenery was beautiful and the sun was warm. Wang Xiaofeng was in a good mood. After all, after crossing the border town and traveling for ten days and half a month, he could see his beloved Duan Canglan. Although he really wanted to go to the Divine Condor, he was very proud. The last time he was asked to go to Tang City, he had been asking for an unknown amount of time. He should have practiced martial arts that could fly.
He thought to himself. At the same time, he complained that the technology in this place had fallen to a certain level. There was no other way. After all, the world had not suffered the Erosion of war.
