On the vast barren grassland, the wind is cold and the snow is falling.

Rao is almost dusk, and the sky and the earth are still plain white, and it does not seem so dim.

This is the wilderness desert next to Qintian County, and after this desert, it can be regarded as entering Qintian County.

The warriors of the empire are used to calling it Mobei.

Maybe it's because Qin Tianjun's location is too good, which envelops the feng shui luck of the entire Great Qin Empire and absorbs the aura of this place.

There is no spring and autumn in Mobei, and the summer is full of yellow sand and dust.

Winter is snowy and windy.

People from the north who want to go to the imperial capital will inevitably set foot on this desert northern wasteland.

At this moment, in the reckless wind and snow, a teenager faintly walked out. He led a horse and walked slowly, his blue and white robe, unusually neat, and there was no snow in sight.

It's just a little tired, and the thin clothes also make people worry about his body.

An innate martial artist can resist the cold with spirit elements.

But the snow in Mobei is half the winter, and the spirit is deep, and it can't withstand the longevity.

Can you hold it for three or five days, two or three months?

The young man didn't care about it, his delicate and handsome face looked particularly cold in the ice and snow and cold wind, adding a lot of edge.

Needless to say, the young man is naturally Lin Yun.

After he said goodbye to Ming Ye, he rushed all the way along the official road towards the capital of the Great Qin Emperor.

It took two months to pass through dozens of large counties and come to this snowy desert north.

The winter in Mobei came much earlier than the imperial capital.

Calculate the time, and in half a month, you can enter Qintian County and go to the imperial capital.

At that time, the imperial capital should be just in winter, and this goose-feather snow should also drift to welcome the young leaders from all over the empire.

In the past two months, in addition to rushing and cultivating.

Lin Yun's time was spent pondering the ancient slips written with the years like fire, and he already had some eyebrows.

The 150,000 Innate Pills were almost exhausted by him, and there were less than 10,000 left.

With so many resources piled up, the Purple Kite Sword Technique finally broke through the fourth level and reached an astonishing fifth level.

That burning purple kite, when it blooms, will open a full thirty petals.

The slender lines, the smart lace, and the burning purple flame make this purple kite flower amazingly beautiful.

The seemingly feminine appearance contains a spirit element as thick as a mountain, and now it is becoming more and more difficult to make this purple kite turn.

But once it moved, the sword condensed by the heart of the flower had the terrifying power of Lin Yun's heart palpitations.

The cultivation has not changed, but Lin Yun's strength has increased by at least thirty percent.

But what really wants to be terrifying is the blood dragon horse.

These two goods, after devouring the ancient demon pill left by Lin Yun, their cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds.

Reaching the earth-shattering innate seven orifices, the single horn at the center of the eyebrows has become more and more obvious.

It can only be said that this guy's bloodline talent is too strong, if Lin Yun could have this bone, his cultivation would have reached the qi aperture a long time ago.

The snow did not stop, and the footprints left behind by one man and one horse were quickly covered.

It didn't go far before it was completely dark.

Woo~Woo~Woo~

The night in Mobei is very dangerous, and the strange cries of monsters are heard from time to time in the wind and snow. It seems to be far away, and it seems to be very close, which is more chilling than this cold night.

Lin Yun tightened the clothes on his body, and the look on his face became much more cautious.

The Mobei Wasteland is absolutely safe during the day, but at night...... It's quite different.

Suddenly, Lin Yun paused and stopped.

Not far away, there was a half-hidden corpse lying in the snow.

Most of his body was buried in the snow, motionless.

After setting foot in Mobei, Lin Yun saw many corpses in the snow.

Some froze to death, some were eaten by demon beasts, and some died in the hands of Sanxiu...... The Mobei Wasteland has never been a peaceful place. The environment is harsh, the monsters are fierce, and the human heart is even more terrifying than the two.

As soon as he entered Qintian County, it was considered peaceful.

There are many sects, many wealthy families, and royal troops patrolling, and such an incident will never happen.

Dying in this desert northern wasteland, I have to say, it's a pity.

Lin Yun shook his head slightly, led the blood dragon horse, and continued to walk forward.

But just as he was about to leave, he found that the man's fingers seemed to move.

Frowning slightly, Lin Yun was thoughtful, raised his hand, and a wisp of sword flicked out.

Laugh at!

The sharp sword made a piercing sound in the wind and snow, and shot towards the corpse.

The place where the sword entered the corpse at the end almost grazed the opponent's body, and it could be directly pierced if it was a little bit.

The body that can be buried by the heavy snow is still motionless.

Without hesitation, Lin Yun took a few steps forward and wiped the snow off the other party's body. A slightly immature face was revealed, his face was pale, and his breathing was steady, not like a dead person.

looks good, but he is fourteen or fifteen years old, younger than himself.

Frozen? or tired?

I don't know if it's the former or the latter, Lin Yun threw the other party on the back of the blood dragon horse and continued to move forward.

Half an hour later, a dilapidated temple appeared in Lin Yun's eyes.

The ruined temple walls, in the midst of a raging snowstorm, seemed to collapse at any moment.

Barren mountains and snow, an abrupt temple.

If it was normal, Lin Yun would never go in, he had the Lei Yan battle body by his side. Even in this desert snow, blowing for more than half a month, there will not be much of a problem.

But after looking at the young man on horseback, after a little hesitation, Lin Yun led the horse and walked in.

In the ruined temple, the space is not small, and there is wet and cold thatch everywhere.

The Buddha Gate Vajra enshrined on the main seat has old and peeling gold paint, and there are some spider webs wrapped around the top of the head.

Swing and sway!

The cold wind blew through the temple gate, pouring in a lot of wind and snow, making the body that had just warmed up tremble.

"Close the door. ”

The sound that sounded without warning made Lin Yun slightly stunned, but he still did what he said.

Lighting the incense candles in front of the hall, Lin Yun found that it was in the corner of the ruined temple.

A bald monk with clear eyebrows, holding Buddhist beads, is knocking on a wooden fish.

The snow was too big, and I didn't hear the sound of wooden fish.

Stuffing the blood dragon horse inside, Lin Yun put the young man on horseback down.

A bonfire was lit with local materials, and the temple suddenly became warm.

The monk didn't seem to see everything he was doing. Ignoring and not asking, his eyes half-closed, knocking on the wooden fish.

The young man's face on the ground gradually turned red, and it didn't take long to open his eyes, yawn, and stretch again.

As if he had just woken up, he looked around and then at Lin Yun.

The young man smiled: "It's rare, I was actually picked up." My name is Li Wuwu, what's your name, big brother?"

This eldest brother called quite smoothly, and I don't know if it was due to habit, or if it was really Lin Yun who saved him.

The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Lin Yun didn't have much disgust with this young man.

"Lin Yun. ”

smiled slightly and told the other party.

"Is there any wine?"

Li Wuwu looked at Lin Yun and continued to smile.

"Yes. ”

Without thinking much about it, Lin Yun took out a jar of monkey wine and handed it to the other party.

Goo Boom Goo

Li Wuwu picked up the jar and poured several sips, and said unsatisfied: "Good wine." With this jar of wine, I will hand over your eldest brother, and when I enter the Lingyun Sword Pavilion in the future, the eldest brother will have to cover me. ”

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows, and his face changed slightly: "How do you know that I want to enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion?"

Li Wuwu said with a smile: "This ghost weather is running to the imperial capital, and he must be thinking of joining several major sects." As for why he said that the eldest brother would definitely enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, hehe, the half-step sword intent on the eldest brother's body was hidden from outsiders, could it still be hidden from the person who practiced the sword?"

Lin Yun relaxed his guard a little, this Li Wuwu is not very old, but his mind is quite meticulous.

"You also want to enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion?"

Li Wuwu poured again, nodded and smiled: "That's natural, I, Li Wuwu, want to be the first swordsman of Great Qin." ”

Under the stamina of monkey wine, the other party's immature face was red.

With a slightly exaggerated tone, it makes people laugh a little dumbly.

Creak!

While the two were chatting, the temple door was opened again, and a group of innate martial artists walked in. It's not too old, and it looks like they came together halfway.

It looks young, but its cultivation is profound and its breath is dignified.

"With such a big snowstorm, it's really lucky to be able to run into a temple. ”

"And the bonfire. ”

"Haha, I can sleep well tonight. ”

As soon as seven or eight fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers entered the door, they had a heated discussion.

"Close the door!"

The bald monk, the abrupt voice sounded again.

The teenagers, like Lin Yun when he first came, were obviously stunned, but they still did as they were told.

After closing the temple door, several teenagers said hello to Lin Yun and Li Wuwu, and then sat around the bonfire.

They are all the same age, and they all rush to the imperial capital for the four major sects to recruit disciples every winter.

There were a lot of topics to talk about, and it didn't take long for the atmosphere to come alive.

The monk still looked at the wooden fish, ignoring it, half-closed his eyes, and did not look up.

As soon as there are many people, Li Wuwu's chattering personality will be exposed.

However, he has long eyebrows and clear eyes, and his face is always full of smiles, but his tone is very big, and he can always make everyone laugh.

"Li Wuwu, you want to be the first swordsman of Great Qin, what about Bai Lixuan?"

"I bet that if you enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, you will definitely not live for more than a month, and you will be beaten to death. ”

Several people teased Li Wuwu and teased him.

Li Wuwu smiled indifferently: "Before becoming the first swordsman, I will not die, so which sect do you plan to go to." ”

"I haven't thought about it, the threshold of the four major sects is very high, and I don't know if I can enter, maybe I will go to Qintian Academy. ”

"I want to go to the Demon Moon Villa, this sect has the most mysterious background, but I heard that they are all secretly recruiting. ”

"I want to go to Xuantian Sect, the Liuzhen prince in the eight princes of the imperial capital is from Xuantian Sect. ”

"Lin Yun, why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Lin Yun was silent, someone asked curiously.

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when the temple door was violently pushed open.

The wind and snow poured in, making everyone shiver with cold, and the three big men who came in with the wind and snow. Full of evil energy, the eyebrows are full of anger, and the cultivation of the whole body has reached the amazing innate seven apertures.

The evil aura on their bodies was so rich that it almost condensed into substance, which made the faces of the young people in the temple change.

Mobei scattered cultivation, four words that made people palpitate, appeared in everyone's minds.

The big man at the head grinned at the crowd at the campfire, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Close the door. ”

But just as he was about to speak, the monk who knocked on the wooden fish spit out these two words again with his eyes half-closed.

"Shut up your mother!"

The big man's eyes flashed with anger, and he pulled out the short sword pinned to his waist, and shot out with a fierce cold light.

The sword light flashed, so fast that people's eyes didn't have time to react.

"Be careful!"

Several teenagers suddenly screamed, they didn't expect that the temper of this Mobei Sanxiu would be so irritable.

If you don't agree with each other, you will kill someone!

Seeing that the short sword was about to be inserted into the bald monk's head, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

At the moment when the sound stopped, the speed of the short sword that broke through the air suddenly decreased.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped.

The bald monk with clear eyebrows smiled slightly, turned his head and easily caught this deadly short sword with amazing strength.

Silently, to put it mildly.

[In the snow, the story of the third volume officially begins. Li Wuwu in this chapter is a character left by the book friend FTUKM under the circle dragon set collection post, originally called Li Wangwu, I changed one word. 】