Qing'er now looked at the vast white surroundings, feeling a little at a loss.
"Master, where should I start?"
Hantian, remember to observe your surroundings and find that there is really no difference.
"Find a way to melt it away!"
Han Tian only said this, what did he mean?
I don’t understand it now either.
We can only take one step at a time.
Qing'er first experimented with his own firepower. Although after what happened in Maple Leaf Forest, he can now be said to have skyrocketing firepower. If he were outside, he would definitely be a master.
But in your magical defensive circle, the tiny flames are still too few for this large area of snow.
Trying to use one person's power to melt a piece of snow.
This is simply a fantasy and ridiculous.
But what can he do?
If you do nothing and just stay like this, your body will become cold.
In the end, she and her master will freeze to death in this snow.
So with Han Tian's help, she released her magic power over and over again to keep herself warm.
Time passes minute by minute, and Qing'er feels as if a year has passed. Just now you were persisting fearlessly.
"Qing'er, stop, you're just wasting your mana." Han Tian feels that if you continue like this, it will be counterproductive again, counterproductive?
So do we have to think in the opposite direction this time?
"Qing'er, we just came out of the maple leaf forest and learned how to use fire.
But fire is of no use.
On the contrary, the fire was burning more and more fiercely just now.”
"So..." Qing'er, you are also thoughtful.
"Even if we encountered ice and snow, should we use ice and snow again?"
"It's better to give it a try than to stand still without trying!"
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
Qing'er immediately started to cast spells, and Han Tian was also helping.
After a while, the snow they fell was heavier than what was falling in the sky.
But this time they did not achieve the expected results. The snowflakes they released did not absorb the vast whiteness.
And it also increased his energy. In the environment where it was just snow all over the sky, after they released the snow, a north wind started to blow.
The biting cold wind dropped the temperature by another ten degrees in just an instant, and the two of them who could originally move were shivering with cold.
"It seems like this method won't work either. Stop now!"
The two men immediately stopped their hands. After a while, the cold wind stopped.
The temperature has only risen a little, with no warming trend at all.
What to do now?
Once again they were in a desperate situation.
Han Tian once again used his big sleeves to protect Qing'er in his arms, hoping to give her some warmth.
Because he didn't feel cold at all.
But Qing'er was trembling.
"Master, aren't you cold like this?"
"Please warm yourself up, Master, it's not cold!"
"Stop lying!"
"Don't worry, I'm really not cold!"
not cold?
Only then did Han Tian realize the problem.
Why doesn't he feel cold?
Because his cultivation level is higher than that of Qing'er, and the moves he learned are also related to ice, after a long period of practice, his bones are now amazing and different from ordinary people, so his degree of heat is also different from others.
Same! So he didn't feel cold in this place with snowflakes.
It turns out that this is where the problem lies! Han Tian finally has an idea and understands the significance of this exam.
As a Hanbing disciple, Qing'er wants to understand a very high level of cultivation.
It is impossible to move her bones without helping her stretch her muscles. This is just like if you want to sing, you must develop a good figure.
You must master the basic skills well. If you can't even develop your body, then no matter how advanced you learn martial arts, you will have nowhere to go and it will be a castle in the air.
After understanding this, Han Tian stopped caring about him and allowed him to develop freely.
But he stepped aside alone.
Qing'er tried her best in the snow and had long forgotten that her master was no longer around.
He is still in a desperate posture.
Sometimes it would send out fire, and sometimes it would send out ice, trying every method he could think of.
Of course, the result will definitely be in vain.
As time passed, Qing'er's strength was gradually exhausted. He gradually felt light-headed and light-headed, his forehead hurt suddenly, his temples seemed to have been hit, and his eyes were black and white for a while, as if they were shooting out of stars.
He gradually began to become dizzy, his body temperature continued to drop, and his fingertips and toes became ice-cold.
I feel like I'm about to faint.
But he kept insisting and kept himself awake. There seemed to be a voice in his mind saying this to him.
"Can't faint! Can't faint!"
As long as we maintain our current status, we will at least still win.
So he closed his eyes, calmed down, and stopped casting spells.
So he just listened to the whistling wind and was buried in the snow.
Han Tian has been hiding behind him.
His limbs were very stiff from the cold and he had lost consciousness.
His eyes were closed by himself because the outside world was too white.
His ears are his only sense now.
So now he can only rely on hearing to communicate with the outside world.
So he listened carefully to the wind roaring by around him.
He listened carefully to the sound of rain falling and turning into snow.
He listened carefully to every sound of movement, and realized how the snowflakes entered his nasal cavity and became his breath.
Feel his heartbeat and his steps along the way.
Experience all the hardships he encountered along the way.
And his fiery heart seems to be frozen in the sky of ice and snow! Yes, even if her body is cold, her heart is blood red! His thinking is active! His blood is