The snow-covered mountain is indeed very high. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, the peaks tower into the clouds, and they are unattainable.

After sighing, the tall and thin man did not receive a response from the three men and two women around him. He felt a little disappointed and said, "Let's go, you guys are really boring."

After blurting out this sentence, the atmosphere suddenly became dull and depressing, and the few people around him didn't even dare to breathe.

This is naturally because tall and thin men are not only tall, but also have much higher status and cultivation than them.

If we use an appropriate metaphor, then tall and thin men are like snow-covered mountains that tower into the clouds, while they are weeds under their boots that are trampled on their waists.

This huge gap should not have been possible for me to become a peer, but they just formed together.

The purpose of this combination is also very simple. The tall and thin man convinced the head of the Fuxue Sect to let the five young men and girls go to the snowy land to take a look.

The five boys and girls are from the other five sects of Yanyu Sixth Sect. They didn't know each other, but they have become familiar with each other during the gathering and journey in the past three months.

But this familiarity obviously dared not show any trace of it in front of the tall and thin man.

This is not because tall and thin men hate their familiarity, but they dare not.

It was because of the huge gap in color between the two sides, which invisibly added a huge sense of alienation.

The tall and thin man comes from the imperial capital of the Zhou Dynasty and from the realm of the three major sects of the Zhou Dynasty.

When he came to Yanyu Sixth Sect as he was, no matter what the head of the sect was, he would nod and bow when he saw him.

So much so that after the Ice Cave appeared, the tall and thin man contacted the other five gates, and the people in charge of the five gates were somewhat flattered.

It naturally depends on the arrangement of the tall and thin man.

The Six Sects of Yanyu are located in the extreme directions of different directions on the edge of the Zhoutian Dynasty. The tall and thin man took such painstaking efforts and gathered five disciples from his sect to come to Fuxue Sect, which can be regarded as giving Fuxue Sect a great face.

This is a bit unnecessary in terms of the heads of the other five major sects, because the tall and thin man wanted to enter the snowy land, and as long as he went to Fuxue Mountain to say something, Zhao Qingshi would nod.

But in fact, only the tall and thin man knew how important this matter was to him. If the legend was true, in his opinion, it would be worth it even if he slaughtered the snow-covered mountain.

But before the facts were confirmed, he did not want his own actions to be linked to the Realm Sect this time, nor did he want anyone in the other three gates of the Zhoutian Dynasty to know that there was a legendary treasure in the Fuxue Gate.

That's why he hung up the titles of the other five sects of Yanyu Sect and Yu, and came to Fuxue Sect. He believed that as long as the snowy area and ice cave of Fuxue Sect really existed, what he wanted, then these five disciples could discover it.

Of course, he did not believe that these five people seemed to him as weak as ants, and the strength and vision of the so-called elite disciples in the six sects of Yanyu, but that he believed in his own means.

The group walked into the unbroad Luoxue Town in silence and depression. Under the arrangement of the tall and thin man, they moved into the inn with dilapidated conditions.

After the night came, perhaps because they were too depressed when they were on the road, the three men and two women took advantage of the time when the tall and thin man went to bed early and started chatting together.

The candlelight was lit by a burly boy who came from Lihuo Gate and was named Chen Zhong.

After lighting the candle, Chen Zhong sat down and sighed, "It's so boring that he didn't even dare to breathe. It's really boring."

There was a handsome young man beside him, and immediately said alertly: "Speak softly, with the five senses of this old man, do you really think that even if he sleeps, you can't hear anything? I'm afraid that our every move is in his eyes."

This young man comes from the Qingmu Gate among the Six Gates of Yanyu, named Wang Qingmu. He is extremely humble in his daily life, but also extremely cautious.

As soon as Wang Qingmu said this, the two girls suddenly felt terrified.

The girl with bright eyes and white teeth spoke first: "No, the old man is as terrifying as you said. I think you are too brave."

Another young man here, Liang Jingyu from Tianleimen, agreed, "Hmph, I think the same is true. If you two weren't always warning, this trip would have been more pleasant."

As he said that, he turned his eyes to Chen Muchen, who had just spoken from Mingyu Sect.

After hearing this, Wang Qingmu and Chen Zhong said with a little ugly expression: "That's what you said, but I didn't see you dare to chat with the old man when I was on the way."

Liang Jingyu didn't realize it and didn't say anything. She just looked at Chen Muchen's usual eyelashes and thought she was so cute.

But this kind of eyes are too blatant. As Chen Muchen's good sister, she looks a little ordinary. Xie Wanzhi from Lingchen Sect said, "I don't know what the meaning of these things you say. Liang Jingyu, I warn you again not to look at Muchen with this kind of eyes."

Liang Jingyu's lips curled up. Although his appearance was as handsome as Wang Qingmu, he felt a ruffian when he smiled.

This temperament often has the effect of killing girls with one blow. Chen Muchen lowered his head slightly, and the red clouds climbed onto the skin like snow.

When Liang Jingyu saw Chen Muchen so shy, he felt as if he had crawled over tens of thousands of ants in his heart, which was extremely itchy. He just thought of the big man living next door. He could only think helplessly. After entering the snowy land, he confessed to Chen Muchen.

Due to the relationship between Liang Jingyu and Chen Muchen, the atmosphere in the guest room became a bit charming.

Everyone no longer thought about the majesty of the big shots, so they opened up and talked about the place they were about to go to, "Snowland", and naturally also talked about the snow-covered gate.

As the leaders of their respective sects, these five people are naturally a little proud in their faces their peers, and naturally boast about themselves without hesitation in their words.

Just as the three teenagers were chatting in full swing, Xie Wanzhi unconsciously poured a pot of cold water: "I heard that the senior sister of Fuxuemen was cold and indifferent. The three swords in her hand were all divine weapons, so strong that they dared her to challenge?"

Chen Zhong, Liang Jingyu, and Wang Qingmu immediately became depressed when they heard this, and they lost all their heroic spirit.

Xie Wanzhi shook her head helplessly, feeling that although these three people were the best in their own sects, they were too unambitious.

At this time, Liang Jingyu spoke very seriously: "It's not a bold statement. I know it's hard for me to win the senior sister of Fuxue Sect, but if I encounter it, I should fight with her and recognize the gap."

Xie Wanzhi's eyes lit up, but Wang Qingmu and Chen Zhong curled their lips disdainfully.

When Liang Jingyu saw Wang Qingmu and Chen Zhong's expressions, he didn't say much, but yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep, you guys talk." After saying that, he walked out of the wing room.

Everyone lost their enthusiasm just now, so they simply disbanded and they would see the final answer when they went up the mountain tomorrow.

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The next morning, six people walked out of the simple inn in Luoxue Town.

Led by the tall and thin middle-aged man, he began to climb the mountain silently.

Liang Jingyu and others saw the scenery on both sides of the mountain road was picturesque, and their depression was a little relieved, and they couldn't help but compare the snow-covered mountains with their sects.

Of course, the results after comparison are obvious, so naturally their sect is better.

However, with the leadership of the tall and thin man, they arrived at the halfway up the snow-covered mountain. Suddenly, an explosion was heard. Countless birds and beasts in the forest were shocked, which really scared the five young boys and girls.

The explosion came from the competition between formal disciples on the three-story cliffs of Fuxue Mountain today.

Xiang Tian used his jaw-dropping sword skills to play with the powerful enemy he encountered in the first round and successfully won. He had a very good reputation for popularity and naturally ignited the enthusiasm of the official disciples.

Lin Fan did not cheer or applause. The top disciples among the official disciples had already taken half a step to the Yuandan. The quantity and quality of the vitality that burst out was incomparable to the outer sect.

However, Lin Fan was influenced by Wanshu Pavilion for several years, and then mastered the extremely powerful sword skills with the bluestone. Although the competition in front of him was wonderful, it really seemed that there was no value worth learning in his eyes.

Even Xiang Tian had just used the sword skills that amazed countless formal disciples, but in Lin Fan's eyes, there was no technical content at all. It seemed that he had learned it in a state of no vitality two years ago.

Like Lin Fan, Xiang Ming, who had just become a formal disciple and was not qualified to participate in the competition, did not think so. In his opinion, the sword was too beautiful, and he grasped it just right in the angle and strength, and it was his brother who used such beautiful sword skills, so he naturally had to applaud.

It was not enough to finish the applause. After Xiang Ming sat down, he said enviously: "It is too difficult to condense the energy into the half-step Yuan Dan. I don't know when you and I will stand at the top of the official disciple like them."

Lin Fan patted his shoulder and said, "Soon, when they first came here, weren't they the same as you and me?"

Xiang Ming smiled. Since he met Lin Fan, Lin Fan has always been able to set an example and bring him some motivation. So he clenched his fists and waved them: "If you don't compete next time, just take it."

Lin Fan smiled softly, said of course in his heart, and then continued to look at the ring.

When his eyes were locked in the ring, he found that all the people in charge of the Fuxue Sect headed by Zhao Qingshi stood up on the large mahogany chair in the far end of the ring.

Lin Fan looked around and did not notice that something happened in the arena that could make the elders of the Fuxue Sect stand up, so he couldn't help but look behind him.

The outer space where Lin Fan sat was not far from the winding mountain path. At this moment, you can clearly see a few deacons from the Fuxue Gate walking respectfully with the new faces of a group of six people.

The leader of the six was a tall and thin man with dark face and sunken eyes, and behind him were five young disciples wearing different costumes.

Lin Fan had a climax of his eyebrows, and naturally recognized that the five people's respective costumes came from the other five of the six sects of Yanyu.

Lin Fan, who was thinking about the coming, glanced at Zhao Qingshi and Zhao Qingsong, and found that their faces were extremely ugly.
Chapter completed!