The First Academy in the Cultivation World

"I don't know any of them. I remember the famous sword pavilion in the past was called Qingxu Sword Pavilion." Dongfang Zichu recalled.

"Since we're not familiar with any of them, let's just pick a name with a bigger name." Ling Yan'er pointed at Jiange with her finger: "To dare to call it Jiange directly, you must have some skills!"

Then Ling Yan'er discovered that something was not right, as there were only five people on the other side.

The target location flashed and there were only five small green dots.

You five people dare to call yourself Jiange?!

This, this, this... Doesn't this force people to go and see what's going on?

Ling Yan'er happily set the location of the five people as the end point of the flying boat.

"Let's go find this group called Jiange. They don't have many people, not enough to stop us." Ling Yan'er said to Dongfang Zichu very confidently.

Dongfang Zichu nodded without comment.

On the way, Ling Yan'er discovered for the first time that flying in the air can also be risky. Twenty or thirty birds with red dots flew towards the flying boat and hit it, and a protective shield appeared on the flying boat.

In the silent air, the protective shield began to emit bursts of purple or green light from the place where it was hit. Under the protection of the protective shield, the flying boat remained motionless and continued to move forward steadily.

Ling Yan'er looked at the oval-shaped protective shield in astonishment and said to Dongfang Zichu, "When they attacked me before, a shield like this appeared around me, so I didn't get hurt at all."

Those birds kept crashing into the flying boat without giving up. One of them seemed to have put in so much strength that its neck was broken and it fell down.

Ling Yan'er's eyes lit up, and she quickly took out her phone: "Is this bird that died after hitting the protective shield mine?"

Then disappointed: "Oh, it doesn't count, I was happy for nothing."

Dongfang Zichu silently moved a little further away from Ling Yan'er, whose mood was changeable.

Ling Yan'er touched her chin. "In the game, assists count only if you help out. So, I..."

Ling Yan'er flipped through the equipment room she had opened. Sword, no, it was too short to reach.

Ling Yan'er took out the longest weapon she had at the moment, a spear, and raised the spear in the direction of the flying bird as it came over.

Then... nothing happens.

Well... her arms were not long enough. She was already standing at the very edge, but the bird was not flying towards her, but towards the cabin below. In order to hit the bird, it would take at least two spear lengths.

Dongfang Zichu quietly watched Ling Yan'er struggling. Seeing Ling Yan'er sitting on the ground with a dead heart, her spear thrown aside, he floated over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ling Yan'er placed her last hope on Dongfang Zichu and asked, "Can you shoot down those birds? You don't have to kill them all, just hit each one once, and then let them chase the boat and crash into themselves and die."

"Sure." Dongfang Zichu asked, "Just a little damage will be enough, right?"

"Yes," Ling Yan'er nodded. "Hit them anywhere, just a little wound is fine. You're so small, and they're so big, I can't expect you to kill them."

Dongfang Zichu wanted to complain about Ling Yan'er's strange ideas. He was at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the other parties, except for the few leaders, were all at the Qi Refining stage. If they were not such a large group, he would have flown out and thrown the corpse in front of Ling Yan'er to let her know that he was actually very powerful!

But since the opponent was such a large group, he definitely couldn't beat them. There was no need to argue with Ling Yan'er at this time. After all, there was no point in winning the argument.