Fortunately, this time, the mist had its own theory and it soon flew up. It was as if a spring breeze was blowing.
Under the leadership of Bai Bingpang, the five gliding wings flew in another direction. The feeling of riding on the wind was very comfortable.
The mountain range under his feet stretched on endlessly, and he could see the eight hundred kilometers of the river clearly. He was standing in the heart-palpitating blue sky, and what he could touch was the nearly transparent clouds. He could hear the strong wind whistling in his ears.
The feeling of soaring in the ninth heaven was called freedom!
It didn't take long for them to arrive at another training ground of the Heavenly Two Camp.
Two thousand soldiers were orderly riding and shooting, and two other teams of one thousand
