"This, this, this...what is this?" Xue Yao poked the [mechanical motorcycle] that Su Li lit up, very curious.

"This is my mount." Su Li said lightly. He felt that his status had risen again.

"How can a lump of iron be a mount?" The little girl looked confused.

Su Li turned over and patted the seat behind him, saying, "Get in."

Xueyao sat on it, and Su Li gently turned the handle, making a mechanical roar.

"Oh oh oh!" The natives of the fantasy world exclaimed.

In the mountains, a mechanical motorcycle is running at high speed.

"Brother Su Li, what kind of martial arts is this?" Xue Yao's long blue and white hair danced in the wind, looking very cool, and she stared at the little fox on Su Li's shoulder.

She saw the iron lump and the little white fox appear out of thin air.

"Summoning magic." Su Li made up an excuse casually.

Fulong Mountain is three hundred miles away from the town, and it is quickly approaching at the speed of a motorbike.

It was a huge crimson mountain, densely covered with all kinds of strange plants, and the roars of wild beasts could be heard in the mountains.

The entire mountain produces a strange pressure field. Dragon corpses and dragon blood once lay here. Many years have passed, and it has caused uncontrollable impacts on the environment.

The little fox stood on his shoulder and exhaled softly.

A wind blade broke through the air, cut through the incoming arrows, and sank into the depths of the jungle.

Screams were heard from the depths of the jungle, and then stopped abruptly. The wind blade exploded and turned into a small tornado with terrifying destructive power.

Su Li stopped. There were people here who coveted the dragon blood fruit and had been lurking there early on, even ambushing other practitioners in an attempt to get the ill-gotten gains.