Li Yujiao stood up, holding someone with one hand, and jumped into the vast white snow. With eyes wide open, she came to where Li Muchan and Monk Xinjue were before.
The place was already filled with snow, forming a small hill, and the two of them had long since disappeared.
Li Yujiao raised her voice and shouted: "Senior Brother Zhanran! Senior Brother Zhanran!"
The rumbling heavy snow was still rolling down. Her voice penetrated the rumbling sound and resounded clearly throughout the world, but there was no echo. There was only rumbling sound around her, and the avalanche continued.
Li Yujiao panicked and called again.
"Miss, get away quickly!" a middle-aged woman shouted.
Li Yujiao jumped up, and the heavy snow passed over her feet, crushing her by a hair's breadth, scaring the two middle-aged women into cold sweats.
Such heavy snow is extremely powerful, and the snowflakes are light and fluttering, but when they are gathered together, they are extremely heavy, and there is death or life below them.
No matter how deep a person's inner strength is, he is as small as an ant in the face of such a natural disaster. He can only resign himself to fate and be powerless to resist.
"Miss, miss, let's go!" a middle-aged woman begged.
Both of them were no match for Li Yujiao. They couldn't control her at all and could only beg.
Li Yujiao shook her head, widened her eyes and glanced around, calling one after another, but there was only her call all over the mountains and there was no response.
At the top of the mountain, a dozen young men and women opened their eyes, all of them pale and depressed, as if they had suffered a serious illness.
They didn't expect that they saw an unreasonable disaster while watching the excitement. They were first injured by the roar, and then encountered an avalanche. It was really a natural disaster and a man-made disaster all at once.
Seeing the avalanche of Xue Beng, they didn't have the courage to go down. Even though they had martial arts skills, their limbs were still trembling. They were like insignificant ants in front of the might of God.
Listening to Li Yujiao's calls one after another, everyone started talking.
"Senior Brother Zhanran? Could it be Zhanran, the dual-sword monk of the Canghai Sword Sect?" a young man asked.
Yang Zhiyuan's face turned pale and he nodded: "You can't be wrong. The person who can make such a roar is definitely not an unknown person. He may be the two-sword monk Zhanran. "
"Who is the other person?" someone asked.
"I just heard Master Zhanran say that he seemed to be Master Xinjue?" a young girl whispered. Seeing everyone looking over, she hurriedly lowered her head and blushed.
A young man touched his nose, pondered for a moment, and patted his forehead: "I remember, it is indeed Master Xinjue. Could it be that he is Monk Xinjue from Landa Temple?"
"Zhanran, Xinjue, and Guaiguai are all great people. No wonder the Buddha's name just now was so weird that I almost fainted!" A chubby young man shook his head and sighed.
Another young man with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyebrows praised: "It's true that there is no false scholar under such a great reputation. Zhanran and Xinjue are both top masters. I won't accept it!"
"That's right, there is no one who is not worthy of his reputation!" Yang Zhiyuan nodded with emotion.
"Hehe, it's a pity that the two of them are powerful, but their power is not enough to kill them!" A young man with a long and thin face sneered and shook his head: "No matter how strong they are, if they encounter an avalanche, they will not be able to save their lives. This is how jealous the talented people are, haha
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Everyone responded with cold eyes, glanced sideways at him, and shook their heads in silence.
Seeing this, the thin and long-faced young man sneered: "Don't look at me like that, don't you all feel happy? These two mountains have fallen, and we don't have to be pressed by them. It's much more comfortable! ... The air at the top of the mountain is better.
Wow!"
Many people heard this pun and shook their heads.
Yang Zhiyuan shook his head: "Brother Zhuge, there is something wrong with thinking like this. If you want to stand on the top of the mountain, you still have to rely on your own true ability. A gentleman will not do this if he is jealous of the wise and capable!"
"Hey, Brother Yang, why do you have to pretend to be a gentleman?" The lanky-faced young man shook his head in disapproval.
Yang Zhiyuan smiled: "Brother Zhuge is too tired to live like this. Master Zhanran and Master Xinjue are gone. There are also Brother Nie, Brother Murong, and even more powerful Fairy Leng Lian. You still hope that something bad will happen to them all. This may be
Really?...With Brother Zhuge’s state of mind, he can only stay at the bottom of the mountain for the rest of his life!”
The thin and long-faced young man sneered and shook his head: "It's not enough to talk about it, forget it, let's stop talking!"
Yang Zhiyuan smiled, looked down, and listened to the calls of "Senior Brother Zhanran" one after another. He felt a little soft-hearted, looked around and said, "Everyone, let's go down and help search."
"Okay, help me look for it." Everyone agreed in unison.
Even the thin and long-faced young man took action, and everyone used Qinggong to skim down. By this time, the avalanche had stopped, and the entire mountain had changed drastically.
The snow has piled up halfway up the mountain, and it looks like it has flattened half of the mountain top. Everything around it has changed its appearance and appearance.
Li Yujiao flew across the snow, like a wisp of smoke floating in the air. When everyone saw this, they glanced at the thin and long-faced young man and shook their heads.
Judging from Li Yujiao's Qinggong skills, it is obvious that she is also an extremely expert, and it is almost impossible to defeat her.
Seeing them coming down, Li Yujiao flew over and said in a loud voice: "Thank you for your help. Let's line up in a flat row and push them down like a fishing net. We won't miss any place!"
Her eyes were shining brightly, like cold stars, and her gaze was like substance, shining directly into their hearts. Their hearts were so cold that they could not resist.
Li Yujiao's heart was agitated now, her momentum was booming, and the cold aura around her was extremely biting. To put it mildly, if they had any objection, they would definitely suffer her wrath.
They were all smart enough to sense the rage in Li Yujiao's heart and barely suppressed it. Once she got angry, it would be troublesome.
"Okay, Miss Li, just ask me!" Yang Zhiyuan nodded and smiled.
Li Yujiao took a deep breath, nodded, forced out a smile, turned around and waved: "Start from here and go down."
Yang Zhiyuan nodded, turned around and said: "Let's go, follow Miss Li down. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, everyone, please be careful!"
"Okay!" Everyone nodded and found the steps. It was more important to save people, so don't worry too much.
Li Yujiao walked in front, and everyone followed closely behind, lining up in a row, walking down like a stumbling rope, feeling carefully and listening attentively.
After walking for more than 20 meters, they stopped for a moment. Fortunately, they all had Qinggong skills, so it was difficult to walk on the hard or soft snow.
Even so, they found it difficult to get down more than 20 meters.
Li Yujiao turned around and glanced at everyone, her eyes were like lightning.
Everyone hurriedly cheered up and continued walking down, but they no longer had any hope. After a while, no matter how long their Qi pulse was, they were suffocated and died.
Li Yujiao was anxious and kept calling loudly.
A muffled sound of "bang" suddenly came, but a cloud of snowflakes exploded at the foot of the mountain.
Li Yujiao screamed: "Senior Brother Zhanran!"
She floated past like a wisp of light smoke, and in an instant she reached the foot of the mountain and threw herself at the snowflakes. The snowflakes fell rustlingly, revealing Li Muchan in a jade-colored monk's robe.
Li Yujiao took Li Muchan's arm and looked him up and down: "Senior Brother Zhanran!...You...are you okay?"
Li Muchan shook his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter."
Li Yujiao breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that Li Muchan was indeed fine. His face was rosy and his eyes were shining. He didn't look injured at all.
Li Muchan turned around and saw people lined up in a long snake over there.
"This is...?" He looked at Li Yujiao.
Li Yujiao smiled and said: "They helped me find you, senior brother!"
Li Muchan titheed from a distance and said in a long voice: "Thank you all!"
He was hundreds of feet away from everyone, but his voice reached everyone's ears clearly. They all returned the favor one after another, not daring to show off. He was able to escape from the avalanche. This skill was truly astonishing.
Li Muchan turned around and looked around, frowning and saying, "Where is Master Xinjue?"
Li Yujiao shook her head: "I don't know, he may be dead, buried under the snow. He is not as capable as you, senior brother!"
Li Muchan frowned and pondered.
The two had a fight, and they developed feelings of sympathy for each other. It would be a pity for him to die like this, so he shook his head and decided to save each other.
He sat cross-legged on the snow, made a hand seal on the ground, closed his eyes and remained motionless.
After a moment, he jumped up and landed directly more than ten feet away. His palms turned into sixteen palm shadows, and he pressed them down fiercely, imprinting them on the snow.
"Bo!" The sound was like a pebble falling into a deep well.
Suddenly there were snowflakes, like detonators exploding fish. The water surface exploded. In the rustling white snow, Li Muchan jumped down and came out again in a flash.
When he came out, he was holding a person in his arms. His whole body was wrapped in white snow and he was wearing a yellow monk's robe. It was Monk Xinjue.
Li Muchan put Monk Xinjue on the ground, stretched his stiff legs, and made him sit cross-legged. Then he sat cross-legged behind him, with his palms on his vest, motionless.
In the blink of an eye, Xin felt that the monk was emitting wisps of white air, and the white snow surrounding him slowly melted, forming a puddle of water on the ground, which kept melting the snow.
After a while, Li Muchan and he both sank half a foot.
Li Yujiao shook her head, this senior brother Zhanran was really compassionate, he actually spent so much effort to save his opponent, the guys from Landuo Temple, one of them died less!
Yang Zhiyuan and the others had already come over. Seeing such an unusual situation, they stared at it without making any move.
Monk Xinjue's face gradually turned rosy, his breathing slowly recovered, white steam steamed from the top of his head, and his yellow monk's robe slowly bulged up, like a blown ball.
White steam was steaming above Li Muchan's head, and heat was rolling around his body. The white snow beneath him melted even more, and he sank another half a foot.
The two of them sank to their waists before stopping.
The white air above Li Muchan's head formed a white cloud, which condensed but never dispersed, covering the Baihui point on his head like an umbrella. After slowly closing his palms, the white cloud quickly converged and penetrated through the Baihui point.
Everyone was astonished when they saw this strange scene. They didn't know what was going on in their mind. It was very strange.
Li Muchan stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Master Xinjue, how is it?"
Monk Xinjue opened his eyes and sighed: "Alas... the Buddha did not accept the young monk and came back again... Many thanks to Master Zhanran!"
Li Muchan shook his head: "If it were you, it would be the same. No need to thank me."
Monk Xinjue looked at him and smiled, nodded, and said in agreement: "In that case, today's competition ends here. We will compete again another day. Farewell!"
He looked at the people around him again, turned around and floated away, his yellow clothes fluttering, his feet not touching the ground as if he were riding the wind. In a blink of an eye, he reached the top of the mountain and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Li Yujiao pouted: "Humph, what a stinky monk!"
Seeing Li Muchan looking over, she hurriedly smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhanran, I'm not scolding you!"
Li Muchan shook his head and said with a smile: "Smelly monk, stinky monk, let's go back."
He titheed to everyone and then drifted away, his jade monk's robe fluttering.