Chapter 47 Ancient Aircraft

The sword clan looked at the wooden eagle a few times. In addition to marveling at the fine workmanship of this thing, the sword clan also found that the curve above was also very smooth, which was also to prevent the so-called air resistance.

"The owner of the Purple Sword? Can you drive this thing? The swordsman pointed to the new wooden eagle and asked.

"It's okay, the technology is average." Purple Sword Wuya immediately asked his brothers to lift the wooden eagle high. Find a place with a south wind and fly in the wind. For this kind of thing, the sword clan and butterfly dance don't talk much. After all, they are not very familiar with driving wooden eagles.

More than 20 people carried one big and two small wooden eagles to the mountain, which was called a big stride meteor. The butterfly dance ran curiously and pinched the wooden eagle, and suddenly realized that this wooden eagle was actually made of white wood. No wonder it was so light. Senbai wood is the lightest wood known so far, that is, a whole tree is twisted in the hand, and you can't feel its weight.

"Can you bring people to the sky?" Butterfly dance walked behind the swordsman and looked at the white wooden eagle full of doubts.

The flying experience of the sword clan is basically zero. Butterfly Dance asked himself this question, and the sword clan did not know how to answer: "It should be able."

"What does it mean that you should be able? If you can, you can't. If you can't, you can't. If you can't, we can't. If you can't, we can only find another way." After saying that, Butterfly Dance said another sentence in a panic: "I don't think this thing can fly."

The swordsman chose not to speak rationally. For Muying, they have only seen the drawings. This is the first time they have seen a physical object. Whether they can fly or not depends on their skills and experience.

"Young master, the south wind outlet we took off in those years has arrived." Zijian Wuya stood on a rock, pointing to the U-shaped valley not far ahead, and the place Zijian Wuya pointed to was the lowest part of the valley.

"Is there a strong wind up there?" The swordsman asked a key question. According to the swords themselves, if the wind is not strong, it is very difficult for the wooden eagle to take off. And the swordsman is now standing under the backwind slope, which is still far away from the windward. Naturally, they can't feel the wind and direction.

Zi Jian Wuya jumped on a stone, and the whole robe grined. The sword clan stood up in the wind with difficulty and reluctantly faced the south wind: "Young Master, the wind is very strong."

The sword clan stepped forward quickly, and the wind from the U-shaped valley was already grinning in the ears of the sword clan.

Butterfly Dance definitely felt the strong wind: "It seems that the typhoon has landed on the southern peninsula again."

The swordsman nodded. The wind was so strong that it could have such a strong wind that naturally benefited from the typhoon from south to north in the Nanyang. The sword clan patted the wooden eagle questioningly: "This thing is so light, can we control it?"

"Don't worry, Sen Baimu is very capricious, and we are all masters of controlling this thing. It's not a problem to fly a hundred miles with this wooden eagle. Yi Jianchen said and raised the wooden eagle with both hands and walked up with the help of many disciples of the Broken Sword Gate. At this time, there was a wind, and the whole wooden eagle seemed to be lifted down the mountain. Thanks to the fact that they barely caught it, they did not let the weightless wooden eagle directly follow back.

Everyone encouraged the wooden eagle to come to the stone. Purple Sword Wuya didn't know where to find a wooden vine. At least the sword clan had not seen Purple Sword Wuya have this thing just now. Purple Sword Wuya restrained the crumbling wooden eagle with wooden vines.

The swordsman went to the wooden eagle and took a look. At this time, the mechanism structure of the wooden eagle appeared in front of the swordsman. The first thing that was reflected in front of the swordsman was a white magic crystal, and a strange phenomenon also occurred in front of the swordsman. When countless winds passed the wooden eagle, they would be attracted to the magic water as if they were attracted by something. The crystal surged away.

Although the sword clan can't feel any elements, it can be inferred from the principle alone that it is the element often said by the Yi people. The magic crystal also began to rotate slowly in the strong wind, and a white light also emitted from the magic crystal.

Of course, you can't expect the swordsman to see anything. The difference between drawings and physical objects is obviously quite huge, not to mention that the swordsman is really not a carpenter.

The purple sword Wuya took a rope from under the wing and pulled it. With a bang, the rope broke, and the wing that had been folding did open because of this. The dust pointed to the magic crystal and explained to the sword clan: "Young Lord, as long as the wooden eagle flies into the sky, this magic crystal will absorb the so-called wind element in the case of wind. There is no wind. Next, these elements will be released.

The swordsman still understands this principle, which is also the working principle of the wooden eagle. After all, there is no wind in the world every day, so the ancestors set up such a thing.

The two wooden wings are opened, and they look more or less like the planes of the previous life. However, it is appropriate to call this thing wooden eagle.

"How many people can sit?" The butterfly dance also stepped forward and touched the thin wing.

Zi Jian Wuya looked down and immediately replied, "I can be five people." The sword clan also followed the boundless eyes of the purple sword, with a stick below, only the width of two arms.

"Let's get ready to go right away." The swordsman couldn't wait to see the rickety wooden eagle. Yi Jianchen sat on the wooden stick and took out his knife at the same time: "Two people come up, the purple sword is boundless, you can sit in that small one." If you don't know why, you think that you are excited to kill with a knife.

"Go up." The swordsman pointed to a close position, and the swordsman knew that the butterfly dance must be disdainful and sat with dissent.

The butterfly dance fiercely despised the different dust and did not hesitate to sit on the other side of the wooden eagle. The swordsman got on the stone and sat on the stick. As soon as the swordsman sat down, they noticed the difference in materials: "Iron bamboo?" After saying that, the swordsman touched the stick.

Yi Jianchen nodded and said, "Senbai's resilience is enough, but there is also a limit. It's definitely not good to bear the weight."

Hearing this, the swordsman immediately looked along the iron bamboo tree net. Sure enough, there were eight forest cypress trees and this iron bamboo tree at the interface of iron bamboo tree and forest white wood. The swords once again witnessed that the wisdom of the people is infinite. At least the swordsmen did not see how this interface was made. Eight pieces of wood were connected together, supporting the iron bamboo wood below. This is simply a magical technology. You should know that this bamboo shoot tree is just a thick wrist. Sen Baimu is tough, but no matter how tough it is, it needs to be big enough, otherwise it is no different from chopsticks.

"Are you all right?" Yi Jianchen shook the knife in his hand again. People who didn't know really thought that Yi Jianchen was going to cut people.

"All right." The disciple of the Broken Sword Gate on the right side of the sword clan seemed to answer very neatly.

"The purple sword is boundless, get out of the way." Yi Jianchen waved his hand. Zijian stood aside helplessly and only saw a knife light flashing from the sword clan, and the wooden vine, which had been used to contain before, immediately became two pieces under the knife of different sight dust.

The strong wind is still grinning, which shows the strength of the south wind. The wings creaked in the ears of the sword clan, which made the sword clan feel very uncomfortable. After a while, the sword clan felt that the whole wooden eagle was moving forward. At the same time, the voice of the purple sword was endless: "See the dust, control the whole wing."

"You don't have to say it." Yi Jianchen stretched out his hand and pulled it, and a sound of gear turning came from the top of the swordsman's heads. There was a creak. The swordsmen looked up and saw that the two wings had poured sideways in a breate state. At the same time, the swordsman felt a rising force lifting the whole wooden bird and flying into the sky.

"Can I open my eyes?" The butterfly dance closed its eyes and asked the swordsman. I have closed my eyes since the butterfly dance since we flew together.

The swordsman was speechless for a moment: "We are all in the air."

Butterfly Dance opened his eyes nervously and looked down. Sure enough, the mountains and rivers below clearly appeared in front of him. When the butterfly dance looked back nervously, the purple sword was no different from the ants.

"So fast?" The butterfly dance turned his head and looked at the Swordsman,

"It's the wind that is too strong." Before the swordsman spoke, the different dust had already spoken. Butterfly dance obviously didn't want to talk to the different dust, and indeed didn't say anything.

"When can we reach the Golden Tribe?" To be honest, this is the most concerned issue of the sword clan.

"It's hard to say that wooden eagles can only sail in windy and windless weather. As for the headwind and rain, they can't sail at all." The dust looked ahead with great difficulty.

"Is the golden tribe there?" The butterfly dance pointed to a golden surface in the distance, and some little girls were excited.

The Swordsman and the different-seeing dust were quite speechless. The different-seeing dust said, "That's Jinke Valley." Jinke Valley: a crop that matures and turns golden yellow)

The butterfly dance spit out her tongue and began to look here. After a while, the freshness passed, and the flight was undoubtedly lonely, especially under the creaking sound of the whole wing, which was undoubtedly even more boring.

After the butterfly dance lost its freshness, it didn't say much. The swordsman looked at the front from beginning to end. The hesitant eyes seemed to have reached the point of wanting to see through. The heart of the swordsman was excited and couldn't wait.

"Young Master." The sound of the purple sword behind him made the five bored people stunned.

The swordsman looked behind them. Purple Sword Wuya was driving a wooden eagle alone and was soaring over in a heroic posture. The speed made several people greedy.

"Why didn't you bring someone else?" Yi Jianchen looked at the boundless purple sword with some surprise.

"These two positions are reserved for the young master's wife and the door owner." The wooden eagle of the Purple Sword Wuya can understand that it is a thing that can carry three people.

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