Huh ~

Heavy winds and snowstorms cover many roads and prefectures, and frost white becomes the only background color.

In the mid-winter, the Dayan Mountains are also bleak, and their vitality returns to the earth. There is no one among the mountains and forests, and there is almost no trace of animals or insects.

Huh ~

At a certain moment, a purple color flashed from the mountains and forests, and the sound of the wind roared, climbing over the tops of the hills.

"Senior Sister Feng?"

A soft cry sounded, and several handsome girls appeared in the wind and snow.

"Um."

Feng Wushuang responded lightly, but before she could stop, her breath swelled up a hundred feet away.

The two girls were determined to stop them, but they dared not, and where could they be?

I had to watch her enter the mountains.

Wow~

If you step out, the world will seem different.

Before one step, there was strong wind and snow, the weather was cold and the earth was frozen, and everything was frozen. But after one step, the mountains in front of you were green, flowers were clustered, streams were flowing, and the sounds of birds, beasts, mosquitoes.

Behind the stream is the familiar courtyard surrounded by fences. The old woman with white eyebrows and hair, hunched over and a kind smile is holding the grass and talking to herself in front of the pig shed.

This is?

After a glance at the birds of surprise, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but shuddered in her heart, and she felt that even if she was dead, she would not fall into such a situation.

"...... After several years of separation, you are very thin and you have eaten some of them. If you let you go out for a while, you should think about it..."

When he threw the grass into the shed, the old woman said with a smile. When she turned around, Feng Wushuang had already bowed respectfully.

"Grandma, Jinan..."

Yu Guang swept through the pig's shed, and her pupils couldn't help but shrink. In it, she noticed a familiar breath.

‘Elder Yan Blood…’

Feng Wushuang's heart was full of chill.

The only remaining elder of the sect in the previous generation, his martial arts has reached the peak of the great master, and his immortality is only one line away from being promoted to the ten capitals.

The great elder Yanxue, who made her think that even the old woman couldn't bear to eat, is also today...

"Wu Shuang, after two years, you seem to have accomplished nothing. You are not as good as Xiao Lingxian. She has also found many scums in the sect!"

Feng Wushuang almost broke out in a cold sweat after the old woman's light words, and finally suppressed the shock in her heart.

The next sentence almost made her hair stand up again.

"Wushuang, do you remember the house of "Flying Fairy San"?"

The old woman looked at it with a smile.

Feng Wushuang was calm and bowed: "Grandma, Wushuang remembers that there are still many such medicinal herbs on her body..."

"That's good, that's good."

The old woman clapped her hands.

"Come out."

"who?"

Feng Wushuang's eyes swept, and saw a young man in his thirty or twenty steps out of the room. He was dressed in zipper clothes and looked uneasy.

And as the door opened and closed, she saw the tightly wrapped grass man hanging from the desk table and wrapped in talismans.

In a vaguely, she saw the words behind the grass man, which was...

'mysterious……'

Her heart tightened and she hurriedly retracted her eyes.

"Good kid, come on, grandma introduces you to a sister..."

The old woman looked full of love and pulled the young man with a stiff body and introduced:

"Fengxian, this is my grandmother's beloved grandson. Her surname is Li. She has a single name and is very talented. She has withstood her hair and marrow cleaning. She is no worse than you..."

"Li Chuang?"

Feng Wushuang frowned slightly, but she didn't remember that there was such a person in the world who looked like an unknown man?

When she looked at Li Chuang, the latter was also looking at her.

The beauty in front of him made him feel a little helpless. Only Qin people were better than the charming place in his life, but heroic spirit was even less than three points.

She is really an extremely outstanding woman, which makes people feel moved and even feel a little ashamed of herself.

"Chuang'er has a good talent, and has also entered the martial arts and secret techniques in the teachings. You can do the following instructions."

The old woman told her lightly:

"Grandma intends to hand over the branches of the 26th Prefectures of Ding'an Road to him. You can take him there and get the matter done."

"As far as Grandma's instructions are concerned."

Feng Wushuang was naturally unwilling to do so, but she had nodded and responded with a respectful attitude, because this was not a negotiation at all.

Li Chuang wanted to refuse, but he refused to say so.

The old woman in front of her is really the best person he has met for him in the past few years.

Not only did he teach many exquisite martial arts, he even gave himself the "Dao Fruit" that only existed in the legend...

In addition, he did not resist this arrangement...

"The court has been watching it tightly over the years, but it won't take long to take care of themselves and retreat in panic...

Chuang'er is carrying the aura of the true dragon, and is the heroic lord of heaven. If you give him guidance, it is also your fate..."

He looked at Feng Wushuang deeply, and the old woman waved her hand and asked her to leave.

The latter took a deep breath and when she bowed and left, she seemed to remember something and added:

"By the way, I also went to the Hanging Mountain to pick a 'Seven Tribulation Flower'. This thing is one of the main materials of the Moon Fairy Sphere..."

After leaving, Feng Wushuang nipped his lip lightly, calmed his mind and left.

Behind him, laughter came from both high and low:

"The power of the gods is like a prison, haha, interesting, the world is getting more and more interesting. Senior brother, you didn't see it, it's a pity..."

...

...

How famous is the old monster in Black Mountain?

Because of its reputation that was too loud, the battle outside the northwest city spread to all directions like a tsunami and thundering, spreading to all places.

Lanke Temple, Eternal Tianlun Temple, Xuanjiantai, Canghai City, Mi Mingshan Mountain, Dalong Lake...

All major forces were shocked by it, and some secret sects that had not been born for a long time were also alarmed.

Even many major sects, forces, and even the royal courts and temples in the two major dynasties outside the pass were shocked.

The old monster of Black Mountain has become famous for nearly a hundred years. It was already the best in the world before the Liujishan Battle seventy years ago.

Even though Zhang Xuanba was born in the seventy years, he is still a martial arts monument in the hearts of countless people, and the best in the world.

Such an existence, just leaving the seclusion, can shock the world, let alone being defeated by others and killing the incarnation?!

The huge frenzy surged and spread, causing shock to the world for a moment.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Countless people, either shocked, horrified, or horrified, and ecstatic...

However, Yang Yu, who was at the forefront of the storm, seemed to have not realized it, or rather had no intention or energy to pay attention.

Huh ~

In the drifting wind and snow, the gate of the northwest city slowly opened, and accompanied by the echo of sorrow and joy, a group of mermaids came out one after another, wearing mourning and mourning clothes.

Amid the intense sorrow, Daoren Lin shed tears silently. He was wearing a veiled clothes, which was much older than before.

On the right side, Yang Yu held the coffin, and was also silent.

During the seven days waiting for Daoren Lin to return, he walked through the streets and alleys of Northwest Dao City, exhausting the wonders of the secludedness, and wanted to find the traces left by Daoren Zhenyan.

As the heaven changes are approaching, the spiritual qi has already spread spiritually, and the will of a powerful warrior can be temporarily preserved between heaven and earth.

Just like the broken dragon, the wind is prosperous.

The old Taoist who has practiced for more than a hundred years and experienced ups and downs, his state of mind is the highest that Yang Yu saw in the present world, so he can naturally stay for a longer time.

However, after a full ten days of time, Yang Yu never found any traces of the old Taoist.

Sighing in his heart, Yang Yu walked with the coffin and headed towards the prepared Fengshui treasure land. Behind him, a vast crowd of people followed him.
To be continued...