A smirk after winter.

She didn't like these people, and she was not straightforward at all. Unlike Jingyang, she did what she said, even if she was a senior brother who had been taught since childhood, she would dare to stab her sword from behind and do what she said she didn't do. Even if her companions and friends died in front of her, she would not change her face.

She looked at the sky in the east and thought to herself that you obviously don’t want to go in, so why do you have to come here to look like you are pitying for a deep affection for a girl?

Then she looked at the sky in the south, thinking that the person who wanted to break the inheritance of Shenmo Peak was afraid that it would be you, so why bother to come here to pretend to be worried about the whereabouts of Jing Jiu?

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Nine hundred miles south of Baicheng is located in Yecheng.

The Fengdao Cult is here, which is so prosperous than Baicheng. There are sheep vendors and drug dealers everywhere on the streets, and there are endless shouts of shouting.

In such a prosperous city, there are naturally hot pot restaurants.

A short and thin old man and a pretty young man are eating hot pot.

Duck pot.

The red soup had already boiled, and the white soup was still very quiet, looking like the fog deep in the snow field.

The young man held long chopsticks and rinsed his tripe in the red soup, his eyes bright and he looked extremely happy.

The short and thin old man was the third generation of the Xuanyin Sect.

At this time, he was in the mood to eat hot pot. He looked at the young man with a strange look and said, "Is it so delicious?"

The young man ignored him, holding the chopsticks, his right hand was extremely stable, rising and falling from time to time, then picked it up and put it directly into his lips, and it didn't seem to feel hot at all.

"It's okay if the head of Zhongzhou School and Yuanqi Whale are both Mahayana and the other is connected to the sky. I have also reached this point back then."

The short and thin old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the distant north and said, "Why can this sword aura make me feel evasive?"

The young man picked up a piece of fat intestines from the red soup and threw it into his mouth and chewed it. He said in a daze: "When you hid in the ground, he was afraid he was not born yet."

The short and thin old man said, "I naturally know that he is the sword saint among the world."

The young man picked up the earthen bowl and drank the sour plum soup, and sighed with satisfaction.

"He is a Buddha raised from the wind and snow all over the sky, and he is in conflict with the way you hold innately."

The short and thin old man shook his head, pointed to the north and said, "I was a little scared even if I had happened in the Snow Country."

The young man put down the bowl, picked up the hot towel on the table and wiped his face, and said casually: "It's nothing big, but that one is going to have a baby."

The short and thin old man was shocked when he heard this and said, "Queen of Ice and Snow? This is an inhuman being, how could he have a child?"

The young man looked at him and said, "You are so confused. Who said that only people can have children? I didn't see that the imperial concubine in the palace was also pregnant?"

It took a long time for the short and thin old man to relieve his shock and looked at him and asked, "How did you know about this?"

The young man smiled and said, "I am a sect...well, I live longer, so I naturally know more things."

The short and thin old man said angrily: "I have lived for a long time."

The young man said, "Hidding underground, never seeing the light of day and not experiencing the world all year round, that is not called living, or enduring."

"Okay, you're right."

The short and thin old man looked at the young man and said admiringly: "Even such an existence can be counted in his own situation. You are so awesome."

The young man smiled and said, "It's just right, there's nothing amazing at all."

The short and thin old man changed his tone and asked, "You just want to let Jing Jiu die so much? Even if he is the successor of your junior brother, why does he make you so alert? Or... what other origin does he have?"

The young man knew that this evil ancestor had said so much nonsense before, and he just wanted to ask this question, but he smiled and had no explanation.

The short and thin old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Or, even if Jing Yang is dead, are you still afraid of him?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of him because I can't see through him. Apart from the Ascension of the Tao, I never know what he wants or likes."

The young man picked up a few vegetables and put them in the red soup. After thinking about it, he put them in the white soup that had not started to boil. He continued: "When he was a child, I asked him many times, what color he liked and what skills he liked, but there was never an answer."

Many years ago, when I first ate hot pot in Shangdefeng, I was a double pot.

He and the two evil disciples ate red soup, Jingyang ate white soup, and later it turned into clear water.

No taste, no desire or demand, extremely boring, but no weakness.

If he is most wary of in this world, he is not those two evil disciples, nor anyone else, but Jingyang.

The young man thought that if he didn't die, he would be a little worried.

At the same time, he also wanted to confirm whether Jing Jiu was Jing Yang.

He was very sure about this, but now he has a lot of doubts about some things.

(Everyone should see that. Jing Jiu is Aquarius, Yin San is Scorpio.)

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Going north of Baicheng, more than 100,000 miles away, is a real white world.

There is ice and snow everywhere.

Even the sky is gray and white.

A snow peak rose from the snowy field, so high that it was unimaginable, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

The peak is very close to the sky, the sun is extremely bright, and it is incandescent, but there is no heat and it is extremely cold.

Even if the red magma gushed out from the ground, when it comes into contact with the air here, it will instantly be frozen into sand and gravel.

In fact, this is how the Wanli Plain in front of this snow peak was formed.

There are no snow-footed beasts, no snowworms, and no snow-country creatures here, and there is a dead silence.

However, if you feel it carefully, you will find that there is a faint vitality hidden in this cold world.

The vitality is becoming more and more intense, giving people a sense of radiance.

Where does this vitality that is as fresh as the New Year buds and comes from at an unimaginable speed?

That vitality comes from the depths of this snow peak.

The oldest, most powerful and highest-level life in Chaotian Continent is there.

The consciousness with supreme pressure slowly swept across the endless snowfield.

If she wants, her consciousness can cover half of the Continent of Chaotian.

Suddenly, she encountered another consciousness more than 100,000 miles away.

The consciousness was very weak, but it seemed like I had seen it somewhere.

A thunderous sound rang out.

Countless thick snow flows from the peaks, the snow fields shake and feel uneasy, and the picture makes people feel terrifying and uneasy.

The snow waves ran wildly towards the south, representing her will and emotions.

Strong and angry.

Dare to threaten me?

Humans like ants!

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Jing Jiu's body shook slightly and his face was pale. If he hadn't been stuck in the cliff, he might have fallen off the cliff again.

With his current realm, it is very dangerous to directly talk to such an existence, and his consciousness may collapse at any time.

His true essence and purity are far superior to those of practitioners of the same realm, but they are consumed in such a short time.

His mind was extremely exhausted, far more than when he played the game of chess with Tongyan.

The most troublesome thing is that a shallow crack appeared on the surface of his sword ball.

However, he received enough information and also passed on his own information.

There is no text between the round and the other, it is just a communication of consciousness.

The results of this negotiation are somewhat blurry on the surface, but the actual situation is very clear.

If any of his actions are considered a threat by the other party.

The war will begin.
Chapter completed!