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Jin Huang's eyes became without a trace of warmth.

She took out a snow-white mink fur from the storage bracelet and wrapped her arms around her. This mink fur seems to have been in the dust in the storage bracelet for a long time, she can't remember where it came from, but the embroidery on it is very exquisite, the elegant jasmine flowers are lifelike, as if open on the branches, and the mink fur used for the neckline is also extremely fluffy and soft. It's a pity that none of the things used in this mink fur have the slightest spirituality, so no matter how beautiful it is, it is just a worthless dead thing for the monk.

Therefore, Jinhuang speculated that this mink Qiu was probably obtained in the world, but she didn't care much about where it came from, and at the moment she put it on her body, just wanting to give it a try, but fortunately, she tried it right. The cold and cold around can even penetrate the magic robe, but it can be resisted by the robe without the slightest spirituality, so it will not be easily frozen to death.

Jin Huang tightened the mink fur, and spread his right palm to summon the fire spur to inject spiritual power, and the fire spur stabbed instantly wrapped in flames and flames. At the same time, her body was half-bent, her right leg straightened and drew a semicircle on the snow, and she used a move to sweep away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, and the powerful sword qi struck a finger-deep arc pit on the snow.

She stared at the pit and silently put away the fire thorns.

She used fifty percent of her spiritual power in that move, if it was in the past, the air waves would be about ten zhang away, and the snow within these ten zhang was all melted by the flames, but now it only left an arc pit that was a finger deep. Jinhuang's eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he raised his eyes to look at the vast space around him, and he was upset for a while.

In this realm of Taiyi Zhong, everything is strange to her, is it really only when the glass is opened from the outside, can she go out?

Jinhuang simply sat down cross-legged, took out a few pills and fed them to his mouth, and then closed his eyes to run the qi and blood in his body, so as not to make his internal breath sluggish and heavy due to the invasion of cold qi.

Time passed little by little, and the flow of qi and blood in the body had been restored, but there was no clue what was feasible. Jin Huang opened his eyes rather annoyingly, but he was caught off guard by a pair of blue-brown eyes, clean and clear, like the finest amber crystals.

The distance between those pupils and her was extremely close, and Jin Huang even felt that her eyelashes touched the other party's eyelashes, and she could clearly see the flesh in those pupils. Almost instantly, her whole body quickly retreated backwards, and the hem of her robe rolled up a layer of snow foam, floating in the air. After retreating about a mile, she landed on her right foot to resist the retreat, and at the same time she conjured up a fire thorn in her hand and slashed at the man's waist.

This is a completely subconscious action, the stab carries ten percent of the strength, but this blow passed, as if it had been invisibly dissolved, not to mention the figure of the person, even the clothes on his body were not touched in the slightest.

Jinhuang's heart sank suddenly, where did this person come from? She could clearly see that the four fields were empty, and there was no one except herself! When did he come to her, she didn't even notice it at all! If this person wanted to kill her, she would have already set foot on the Huangquan Road at this moment!

Although she didn't see half of the killing intent in him, there was weirdness everywhere here, and this person's identity was unknown, so she had to be on guard.

Jin Huang held the fire Ling Thorn in front of him as a defensive position, his eyebrows stood upside down and looked at the person opposite coldly, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

This man was snow-white from head to toe, even his hair and eyebrows were white, and his whole body had no other color except for his eyes and lips, and even his lips were so pale that there was almost no trace of blood.

Hearing Jinhuang's question, the man moved his lips and said, "It's useless, you can't hurt me." His voice has a jade-like texture, and there is a hint of extremely faint dullness, a very special voice, but it is not difficult to hear.

In the next breath, his whole person appeared in front of Jinhuang, yes, in front of him, the distance between his eyes was less than half an inch. Jin Huang was horrified, her lost ghost steps had reached the point of perfection, and there were few people in the entire cultivation world who could compare with her, but she didn't see this person's movements clearly at all.

When it was too late, she instantly raised her right arm, and the fire thorn in her hand was tightly pressed against the other party's neck, her eyes were fierce, and she asked in a deep voice: "I ask, who are you?!"

The man's eyes were still calm, as if the person whose fate was hanging by a thread was not himself. His eyes were surprisingly clean, his blue-brown pupils looked at Jinhuang fixedly, and his thin lips moved, "I said, you can't hurt my ......"

His voice was calm, less like a rhetorical or fearless statement in the face of danger, but more like a statement of facts. It was in this way that Jinhuang felt that all his threats were like hitting cotton.

Jin Huang looked at his indistinguishable face, hooked his lips and said sarcastically: "So, then I'll give it a try, and see if the bottom wound can be hurt?"

However, as this man said, Jinhuang couldn't hurt him.

There was no wound or blood on the neck that the general had slashed through, but there was no opening on the body of the fire stab, and the blow was as if it had been cut in the void.

Jinhuang had already guessed, but he just didn't want to give up any attempt. She put away the fire thorns, looked at the other party coldly, and said expressionlessly, "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you...... It's just me, it's too quiet......" the man replied.

Jinhuang never thought that he would get such an answer. She frowned and looked at him suspiciously, "Who are you?"

That's when she began to scrutinize the man. Although he is a man, this person's appearance is excellent, and there is a kind of beauty that is difficult to distinguish between male and female. This kind of appearance is not far behind in the cultivation realm where there are many beauties, but his appearance is obviously different from that of a cultivator. Most of the monks slowly underwent subtle changes in their faces as their own cultivation improved, but this person's appearance was more like innate.

Not only that, but he gave her a feeling too clean, as if she had never been stained with filth.

Jinhuang frowned, swept the thin clothes that covered him, and said in his heart, he still felt that it was not enough to wrap a thick mink fur on his body, but he only wore a thin coat. Moreover, the aura exuding from his body was the same as that around him. Could it be that he is...... Jin Huang thought of a possibility.

Hearing her question, the man's face finally changed slightly, his eyelashes trembled, his head tilted slightly, he thought about it as if confused, and shook his head after a few breaths, "I don't know who I am." When I opened my eyes, I was already here. ”