When everyone stepped onto the long and steep stone steps to the top of the mountain, it started to snow.

Groups of pure white snowflakes fell slowly, and half an hour later, the sky and the earth became completely white.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

And halfway up the mountain, the melodious sound of bells came down, seeming to be a welcome, but few disciples actually came out to greet them.

There was an expression of inexplicable expectation on the face of the reincarnator. Lin Yijiang was thinking about the overall situation of Buddhism, while Huan Huan's body tensed up slightly.

Dugufeng glanced at Huanwan in surprise.

Ever since she met this elf-like witch, she had been compared to her everywhere. While she was annoyed, she couldn't help but admire her. Of course, she would never admit it, but this was the first time she saw her look so present.

The appearance of a formidable enemy.

The opponent worth traveling all the way to challenge...

How scary is that disciple of Cihang Jingka named Shi Feixuan?

With awe, she came to the mountain gate, stood on tiptoe and looked inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is an open square. It is not gorgeous, just ordinary bricks and stones, unremarkable.

The main hall, already covered in silver, stands in front of you. There is no trace of people. The snow-covered ground is clean and there are no footprints.

Apart from the ringing of the bells, there was really no one to greet me.

Dugu Feng's little face wrinkled, a little unhappy.

But after thinking about the scene in Summoner's Rift, she vaguely guessed that the other party was studying hard in it, right?

But it's strange that I didn't hear any yelling or yelling about smashing things.

Just as he was thinking about it, Huanwan took the lead and drifted towards the main hall.

Her qinggong was unparalleled. Her toes seemed to be hanging slightly, but she had already swept across the square without leaving a single footprint, which made the obsessive-compulsive disorder very happy.

Dugu Feng's desire to be strong and competitive rose up, and she rose into the air with her feet flying into the air. Her spirit was flying, and she suddenly passed through the square and came to the back of Huan Huan.

She used the technique of Jie Tian's No. 1 Sword, but where her body passed, the flowing wind carried a few snowflakes that had not yet condensed. Compared with Huan Huan's effortless move, it was obviously a little less intense.

After the two women passed by, Grandmaster Lin Yijiang stood silently for a moment, then obediently walked around from the side.

Xu Yuewu and the other four did not show off and chose to take a detour.

"I can fly! Let's fly together!"

The vice president hugged Huang Shang and looked at him eagerly.

Among the techniques for using the Force, there are Force floating and Force gliding, which can indeed achieve low-altitude flying.

Huang Shang knew that she was eager to show off her abilities and nodded: "Okay!"

The vice-president was so happy that she spread her hands and a vast aura came out, driving her and Huang Shang's bodies up.

That look is similar to Xu Jinjiang's version of the Moon Worshiping Master.

This is the unifying force.

After practicing during this period, the proportion of unified force is still very small, only about one percent.

But it has begun to gain a firm foothold. At least the light force and the dark force are no longer in a hurry to "kill the king". Instead, they acquiesce in the fact that it exists, but are not mobilized by it. It is like a puppet emperor sitting on the throne.

Holding the throne of the emperor, he cannot command the powerful ministers.

It's just that the emperor is the emperor after all, and he is completely superior to his ministers in terms of status. The wonderful effect of unifying the force is reflected. The surrounding heaven and earth energy spontaneously defends, achieving the maximum effect at the minimum cost.

From this point alone, most high-level martial arts skills cannot compare with it. After all, the intention is too high and it points directly to the origin of the heaven, earth and universe.

Even if the Vice President is a low-end version, it is still powerful enough.

Huang Shang let the vice-president lead him to show off and fly, feeling this power from another angle.

The journey was extremely smooth, her little face was bright, and she landed safely. There was no irregularity in the flight or tears from her relatives.

Everyone came to the front of the main hall and looked at each other. Suddenly they felt a little embarrassed to be in a square with so many performances.

Especially when they saw the last yellow dress with fluttering long sleeves and walked over directly.

As expected of a senior, he doesn’t care about this false reputation at all…

etc!

"Look at the ground!"

But the next moment, Dugu Feng pointed his hand, and everyone saw that wherever Huang Shang passed, there were no footprints behind him.

But his feet were obviously in contact with the snow, so how could it be like this?

Everyone used different methods to explore, and then they discovered that there was an invisible aura rippling out of the snow. Every step Huang Shang took seemed to fall on the snow, but in fact it was integrated with the awe-inspiring aura, taking on the strength and becoming itself.

For example, it is like lifting yourself up by your hair.

Newton, who had not appeared for a long time, spread his hands and said that this is the true meaning of cultivation.

If you are willing to leave traces, leave traces. If you are willing to tread on the snow without leaving a trace, then tread on the snow without leaving a trace.

Everyone was sincerely convinced.

Everyone came to the door of the main hall. The door opened silently. Huanwan looked over immediately and saw a woman sitting in front of the Buddha statue in the empty hall.

She did not shave her hair, but tied her black hair into a bun. The back view alone was endlessly beautiful. There was a lamp in front of her, which gave her a feeling of tranquility, like still water, driving away all the troubles.

state.

Lin Yijiang felt sincere respect.

Regardless of whether he has the same beliefs or not, he respects this kind of outsider who devotes himself to worshiping the Buddha and does not mess with the dust.

What's more, the other party's momentum is as deep as the sea. I have seen it in my life. Only under the master and the master of the Demon Sect, it is comparable to the previous leader of the Yingui Sect. As a junior who has not even reached the level of a grandmaster, how can I not feel respect for him?

"Haha, another half-step broken!"

On the Blackbird fighter plane, Mystique, Brave Man and Shizun stood in front of the life detector, their faces very calm...

What a fart!

"Cihang Sword Code" is notoriously difficult as it progresses, especially the death test. Basically, you will die if you sit on it, and you will die if you sit on it.

Now Fan Qinghui is actually going to break the void?

She's not on death row?

Or use another method to change the process of sitting at the death trap and no longer put all your efforts into it?

Indeed, at the next moment, the futon the coffee owner was sitting on rotated, and his body turned around accordingly.

Everyone looked at her extremely charming face, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in their hearts.

It's like being exposed to another extremely vast spiritual world in advance, full of immortal energy, sparkling spiritual light, and boundless heavenly palace scenery.

Such infectious power is no longer a fairy chromosome, but a real fairy fetus.

No one in the world knows that "Sanren" Pei Ju once made changes to the "Cihang Sword Canon", deleting the step of death. After the sword's heart became clear, the realm became the immortal body of the other side, still involving the realm of the broken void.

Huanwan was the first to recover.

Because she knew this part well, she showed the same jealous expression as Dugu Feng.

Humph, the owner has a lover outside.

This kind of fairy-child influence is natural and not deliberately targeted. Others gradually broke away and then discovered that something was wrong.

What this person holds in his hand is not the wooden fish that comes standard with the Qing Deng Ancient Buddha.

Rather, it is something that was very strange at first, but is very familiar these days.

handle?

Lin Yijiang blinked, feeling that his senses were being oppressed and hallucinations occurred.

It must be like this, it must be like this.

But the owner of Cihang Cafe lowered his head and worked with his hands for a while. When he reached the place where he could pause, he put down the handle generously, raised his head and said with a smile: "Here you are!"

Lin Yijiang's respect was completely frozen on his face.

Huanwan saluted: "Huanhua has met the senior, and on behalf of the family master, I would like to say hello to the senior."

The coffee owner smiled: "She won't ask me how I am. She wants to beat me to death."

This time even Dugu Feng blinked, feeling that he had heard wrong.

But Huanwan knows that this guy is really awesome when he sprays people in the lane.

There is not a single curse word in the whole article, but there are a lot of Amitabha Buddha mixed in, which can make Master so angry that he would sulk alone in the room.

Buddha and demon are innately in conflict with each other.

Regardless of what she was thinking, the coffee owner loved the house and looked at Lin Yijiang and Dugu Feng with friendly eyes.

But the two young men were stupid.

Lin Yijiang's heart was temporarily dead. Dugu Feng took a moment and just came back to his senses. Huan Huan had already spoken: "Senior, I'm here to see the master's concubine."
To be continued...