Chapter 33: Palm-sized paper kite

"This kid..."
The two servants who followed Cheng Hao couldn't help being surprised secretly.
Their small team has almost seen the south gate of Yunfeng City, but Cheng Hao has no sign of falling behind!
You know, the distance from the Cheng's Outer Courtyard to the South Gate of Yunfeng City is not short, and most people should have been out of breath to keep up with the team.
Not to mention ordinary people, even the two middle-ranking warriors of them felt a bit tired at this meeting.
And this Cheng Hao was still trotting behind the car like no one else, and he didn't even catch a few breaths.
Is this kid really just an ordinary person with no martial arts cultivation skills?
With such doubts, their team quickly left Yunfeng City and walked on the road outside the city.
It was just that he hadn't gotten far out when he saw the driver of the carriage in the front stretched out his right hand and threw something into the sky. It was a palm-sized paper kite.
It's weird to say that once the paper kite got out of the hands, it spread its wings and flew in one direction.
"Oh!"
Seeing the direction in which the paper kite was flying, the driver who took the lead flicked the reins and drove the carriage to chase the paper kite towards the wild galloping along the road.
Upon seeing this scene, Cheng Hao couldn't help his eyes glow a little.
This is obviously a means of contact, it should be used to follow Tian Xu Liuqi running in front.
Such a method naturally existed in Cheng Hao's time, but it was only used by masters above Wu Wang, which is like now.
The person driving the carriage in the forefront should be just an intermediate martial artist level martial artist, who can actually play such a beautiful tracking method?
It seems that the world has not stagnated after all these ten thousand years, after all, there are still many more fun and interesting new tricks.
Cheng Hao looked at the more he wanted to enter the real library of the Cheng family. He still didn't understand the current cultivation system too much. How could it be done like this? "What a daze! Keep up! If you can't keep up with the team, it will be a cut! Don't say I haven't reminded you then!"
While Cheng Hao was observing the paper kite flying in front of him, he had been following one of the two people behind him and ran a few steps to get close to him, and said something maliciously.
Cheng Hao looked back at the man with a smile on his face.
"What are you looking at! I want to find...oh!"
Before I finished speaking, I saw Cheng Hao's second eyes shoot out a red light, and only glanced at him, and the person felt dizzy in his head, and then when I looked at Cheng Hao, I didn't know why. It feels like he is his own father.
Yes, he can only regard Cheng Hao as his own father after being planted with a soul mark.
Even if someone is going to move Cheng Hao this time, he will jump out and be the first to kill him!
"Fan Er, why are you... uh!"
The other servant who was in charge of monitoring and getting rid of Cheng Hao saw something wrong, but Cheng Hao glanced at him before finishing the questioning. He was confused for a moment, and then his eyes changed when he looked at Cheng Hao. It became the look in Lao Tzu's eyes.
Cheng Hao smiled, ignoring the two of them, and speeded up his pace by following the carriage.
As he ran, he observed the strength of the people ahead.
Of those who followed Tian Xu out ahead of time, Tian Xu himself possessed the strength of an Intermediate Wuzong, while three of the other five were high-level martial artists, and two were junior Wuzongs.
It can indeed be regarded as an extraordinary team.
And their eighteen-man squad is a bit interesting. Eighteen are divided into three teams, with six people in each carriage.
Two of them were in the carriage, one was driving, and the other was squatting on the board behind the carriage to look after the luggage.
These two people are both at the level of an intermediate martial artist, while the other four are all high-level martial artists.
From this, we can see how strong the Cheng family is.
For the strength of the Cheng family, Cheng Hao has only one word of evaluation: weak!
Just weak! If it were in his time, the patriarch of a big family who occupied a city like Yunfeng City had to have the lowest level of Wu Huang. As for the elders in the family, they were at least high-rank Wu Huang, even if there were Wu Zun.
Looking at the Cheng family again, the Patriarch Cheng Bozhan is only at the level of an intermediate martial king. His old man Cheng Qingfeng doesn't know what strength he has, and Cheng Hao has never seen it, but it is probably between the high-ranking martial king and the junior martial king.
Such a poor force can actually occupy a big city for so many years. If this were placed ten thousand years ago, it would be incredible.
Look at this team again, there are still martial artists!
In Cheng Hao's time, the martial artist was simply not as good as a genre. If he was in a clan, he would at most be a scavenger, nothing else.
It seems that the world today seems to be less powerful than it was ten thousand years ago, but there are many more martial arts tricks, such as the paper kite still leading the way. "what is that?"
Cheng Hao asked curiously, and turned to ask the high-ranking warrior named Fan Er who was running around beside him.
"It's called Xun Yuan, you can find the position of the person who has left a spiritual mark on it, and then lead us to find it."
Fan Er answered very respectfully, but seemed very hesitant when calling Cheng Hao. According to Cheng Hao's current position in his mind, he should call him an adult.
But Cheng Hao's identity couldn't let him call it that way, so after struggling for a while, he simply avoided calling him.
Cheng Hao nodded slightly and asked, "Do you know the principle of that thing?"
Fan Er immediately shook his head: "Little I don't know! I only know that there is a special formation in Xunyuan, and then you can work with one person. A Xunyuan can work for a whole day, and then it will be because of itself. The aura is consumed clean and broken and destroyed."
Cheng Hao nodded slightly.
Formation?
This is no stranger to him. The formation was also a very important force in the era ten thousand years ago, but looking at the current situation, the formation after ten thousand years has indeed developed a lot.
At least in the old days, no one would be able to draw such a condensed and preserved aura stitch on such a small piece of paper.
"What kind of work is our squadron responsible for? We always keep running with the car if we fail?"
Cheng Hao thought for a while and asked another question.
Fan Er immediately replied: "Naturally not. Our main task is to assist the six nursing home adults. When they stop, we will be responsible for setting up temporary camps, making fires and cooking, and of course, we must also guard scouts."
Sure enough, Cheng Hao smiled and nodded slowly. The task of the heavy team was no different from ten thousand years ago.
He took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Fan Er: "You take this, when I tell you, you will put this thing down for dinner."