I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

"Second brother!"

Lin Xuanqi's voice suddenly rang in their minds.

It wasn't panic or anxiety, but rather his usual composure.

It was as if the lightning-fast figure overhead didn't exist at all.

It was as if they weren't fighting a late-stage Foundation Establishment spirit beast on a cliff, but rather practicing their daily routine in their own training ground.

Lin Xuanfeng did not turn around; the sword circle continued to spin.

The phantom of the Big Dipper surrounded him, and he unleashed a relentless barrage of sword strikes.

He trusted his elder brother as much as he trusted the sword in his hand, awaiting his judgment.

"We can't keep up with its speed, but the wind isn't just about speed."

Lin Xuanjing's spear missed its mark once again.

The cyan figure glided past the tip of the spear, light and airy, like a feather caught in the wind.

He had been preparing for this shot for a long time, believing that the timing, angle, and force were all perfect.

But it simply turned its body slightly to the side and let it pass.

He should have been annoyed.

But his older brother's words suddenly calmed him down.

A sudden realization dawned on me!

My previous playing style was flawed.

Although he was fast, that was compared to cultivators of the same level and ordinary spirit beasts.

Compared to Wang Tianyin, who only possessed a trace of Chaofeng bloodline, his speed was simply no match.

It is the darling of the wind and the master of the sky. On the track of speed, it crushes everything of the same level.

We should not be fixated on direct confrontation.

We shouldn't try to outrun each other in terms of speed.

Close your eyes.

The fierce winds continued to howl all around, and Wang Tianyin's figure continued to move about.

The wind howled sharply, accompanied by the crisp sound of pebbles being hurled and collided, and a low, mournful wail echoing from the distant canyon.

But he no longer looked at the cyan streak that was so fast it was almost impossible to catch.

He went to listen.

Listen to the shrill whistling as the wind is sliced ​​apart by its wings, the low murmur of the airflow suddenly changing direction as it changes course, and the sobbing of the wind as it glides past its side when it hovers.

Those sounds were barely perceptible, mingled with the strong wind, like a sigh in a downpour, or a melody on a piano amidst the clamor.

But he heard it.

Each time it moves forward, the wind gives a very brief, almost imperceptible warning.

The airflow will first converge, then explode, and only then will it change direction.

It's not that it carries the wind; it's that the wind tells it where to go.

"I found it."

Lin Xuanjing opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips: "The wind will change before it changes direction."

Lin Xuanqi smiled slightly: "That's right, don't chase it, let it come to us."

"Xuan Jing, you take command."

"good!"

Lin Xuanjing held his spear horizontally in front of him, no longer attacking.

Lin Xuanfeng sheathed his sword and returned to defense.

The two stood back to back, protecting their elder brother in the middle.

The Azure Sea Dragon coiled beside the three, its snake eyes half-closed, gathering its power but not yet unleashing it;

The Yaren Beast guarded the rear, its dragon blade lowered, waiting for the right moment;

Three people and three spirit beasts stopped chasing that figure they could never catch.

They held their ground, forming an impenetrable defensive line.

Wangtianyin circled once in the air.

Two laps.

A hint of confusion flashed in those emerald eyes.

Why aren't these humans chasing after them anymore?

It swooped down again, its wing blades grazing the sword ring and sending sparks flying.

The spark was extinguished in an instant by the gale, like a shooting star that flashed across the night sky.

This time, however, no one chased after them, and no one tried to fight back.

They simply stood there, like a reef, unmoved by the crashing waves.

It began to accelerate.

One, two, three blades of energy slashed down in succession, attacking in a whirlwind fashion once, twice, three times.

The air blade struck the sword circle, exploding into bursts of blue light;

The wing blade sliced ​​across the gun barrel, leaving white streaks.

But the sword circle spun more and more steadily, and the spear defended more and more firmly.

It suddenly realized that it could not find any flaws.

The three people stood close together, covering for each other and looking out for one another.

Lin Xuanjing's spear blocked the top, Lin Xuanfeng's sword circle protected the flanks, and Lin Xuanqi and the two spirit beasts guarded the rear.

All gaps were sealed tightly, and all flaws were promptly patched up.

It started to get impatient.

Dive, pull up, dive again, pull up again.

The speed increased and the attacks became more frequent, but every assault was blocked and every attack failed.

Its breathing became erratic, and a hint of anxiety finally surfaced in its emerald eyes.

In the distance, Lin Che nodded slightly.

Be patient and calm, don't rush or chase.

These three lads have figured out how to deal with this kind of enemy.

He glanced at the battlefield and then looked away.

Now, for them, victory is only a matter of time.

Just then, he sensed a current of air rushing rapidly toward him from afar.

The airflow was light and swift, quite different from the gale on the battlefield; it was a deliberately controlled movement with a certain purpose.

Lin Che moved swiftly, blocking the airflow.

The newcomer was a female gazing at the sky.

It was slightly smaller than the one on the battlefield, and the color of its feathers was softer, transitioning from moon white on its head to sky blue on its back like an ink wash painting.

It was extremely fast, yet its flight was more graceful than that of the male, as if it were not flying, but drifting in the wind.

After discovering the enemy's lair, Lin Che thoroughly investigated it.

To his surprise, it turned out to be a nest of Sky-gazing birds.

Not only her, but there were three eggs in the nest.

The mythical beast Wangtianyin is proud and often lives a solitary life.

Soon after hatching, they will go out to find their own territory, living alone and never with companions.

This very habit makes them extremely rare.

I'm actually quite lucky.

Lin Che's lips curled slightly, radiating the pressure of a Golden Core cultivator.

The oppressive aura remained stagnant, like an invisible wall blocking the female Wangtianyin's path.

"That was their battle."

His voice was calm, yet authoritative: "Stay here and don't interfere."

But faced with his imposing presence, the female Wangtianyin showed no fear whatsoever.

Those emerald eyes held only anxiety and determination.

With a flap of its wings, it suddenly accelerated, like a streak of blue lightning, trying to bypass Lin Che.

The supernatural ability of riding the wind was activated, allowing for the most incredible change of direction within the narrowest space.

Lin Che shook his head.

The eye of the storm breaks, activate.

The flight path of the female Wangtianyin was as clear to him as ink marks on white paper.

The direction of every airflow, the timing of every wing flap, and every turning point are all under control.

He waved his hand.

An invisible hand appeared out of thin air and firmly grasped the little bird.

It struggled in his palm, flapping its wings and crying out in anger and anxiety, but it could not break free no matter what it did.

Lin Che activated the Heart of Ten Thousand Beasts, while simultaneously releasing a trace of Phoenix Blood True Fire.

"You are no match for me."

His tone softened, carrying a reassuring tone: "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. How about we talk?"

I was just about to have a good talk with this anxious little bird, try some methods to calm it down, and then take things slowly...

Lin Che's expression suddenly froze.

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside him.