Li Mengxiao was startled, struggled to sit up and asked vigilantly, "Who is the senior, and where is this place!" The Rat King was not annoyed, and replied very simply, "This is the underground on the periphery of the Chiyang Mountain Range, and I am the Rat King of the Chiyang Mountain Range." Li Mengxiao stared at the rat in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "Since the senior is the rat king of the Chiyang Mountain Range, why do you want to save me!" After hearing this, the rat king's face instantly became a little solemn, "If you are just one person, then I will definitely not care if you live or die!" But right now, Brother Lu's child is in your hands, and I naturally want to save your life!"

After hearing this, Li Mengxiao put away his sword and saluted, "Thank you seniors for saving me, and thank you seniors for your kindness." The Rat King put away the solemnity on his face and handed a stone to Li Mengxiao. "Since you are proficient in illusion, I will give you this illusion stone. I hope you will be kind to the son of Brother Deer. Li Mengxiao took the phantom sound stone and put it away, "Seniors rest assured, since the juniors have already promised the deer seniors, they will do their best to take care of Yunhui." ”

The Rat King nodded with satisfaction, "So I'm relieved, right now, the Ten Thousand Emperors are trying their best to capture you, you should leave quickly." After speaking, the Rat King pointed behind Li Mengxiao and said, "You can leave the Chiyang Mountain Range safely after walking about three hundred miles to the road behind you." Li Mengxiao stood up and felt that the injuries in his body had recovered nearly eighty percent, so he saluted the rat king again and turned to leave. "By the way, your mental power consumption was too much before, so don't use your eye power in the short term. ”

Through the underground passage opened by the Rat King, Li Mengxiao returned to the ground again, and the outside world was on the rise at this time. Looking at the sun in the sky, Li Mengxiao slowly took a breath of air, turned around and walked in the direction of the imperial capital. After walking for nearly three days, Li Mengxiao finally returned to the imperial capital. Looking at the city in front of him, Li Mengxiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to a more luxurious inn in the north of the city. "Guest officer, how many of you!" The shopkeeper walked over with great enthusiasm, and did not despise Li Mengxiao because of his clothes.

Li Mengxiao looked at the shopkeeper and threw him a piece of silver weighing nearly fifteen taels, "One upper room, prepare some hot water." After three days of work, Li Mengxiao was extremely tired, and at this time he just wanted to take a comfortable hot bath and get a good night's sleep. The shopkeeper smiled and put away the money, and took Li Mengxiao to the third floor. "Guest officer, you have a good rest, dinner, will you use it in the lobby, or will you be sent to the guest room." ”

Li Mengxiao thought for a moment, "Send it to the guest room, if it's okay, don't come and disturb me." By the way, little second brother, how long is there going to be a martial arts competition. When the shopkeeper heard this, he hurriedly replied, "Three days later, are you going to attend the recruitment meeting?" Li Mengxiao shook his head, "Just ask, you go down first, I'm going to rest." The shopkeeper looked at Li Mengxiao's tired appearance, didn't say anything, turned around and walked out. After a general look at the furnishings in the room, there was nothing that attracted Li Mengxiao, but the landscape ink paintings placed in the living room attracted Li Mengxiao's attention.

"Isn't the painting skill good? I don't know which famous artist's work it is. "Li Mengxiao also has a certain understanding of landscape ink painting, after all, he came from an archaeological family in his previous life!" Li Mengxiao took a few closer glances and exclaimed, "The Sword Mountain Frost Map, how could it be the Sword Mountain Frost Map." "The Jianluan Frost Picture is the first swordsman of the Wind and Dust Empire, and was painted by Jian Qingfeng who was enshrined by the royal family, and it is said that this painting contains Jian Qingfeng's perception of the wind and frost sword intent that he comprehended.

"Wait, this shouldn't be the real Sword Frost Diagram. It should be a painting copied by an imperial painter, if it is genuine, how can it be placed here!" Thinking of this, Li Mengxiao immediately shifted his eyes and walked into the bathroom in the room. After bathing, Li Mengxiao dragged his tired body back to the bedroom and fell asleep. Not long after Li Mengxiao fell asleep, Hanguang flew out of Li Mengxiao's body directly and came to the front of the painting.

"This guy may be really tired, and he didn't even see the strangeness of this painting!" Hanguang muttered, waving his hand on one of the peaks of the mountains in the painting. The spiritual power turned into a fine light and drilled into the painting, and Hanguang immediately closed his eyes and carefully understood everything in the painting. After a while, Hanguang opened his eyes and said, "Sure enough, there is something hidden in the painting." But this thing seems to be broken!" Thinking of this, Hanguang glanced at Li Mengxiao in the bedroom, and couldn't help but shake his head, "Forget it, let him sleep well." This guy doesn't seem to have had a good rest in half a month!"

After speaking, Hanguang turned into a light and shadow, flashed out of the room, and flew into the upper room on the side. "What I saw in the painting was a long sword spike, and the sword that usually carries the tassel usually belongs to the Wen sword, but Jian Qingfeng is a generation of heroes, how could he put the parts of a Wen sword into the painting. Hanguang thought as he came to the living room in the upper room next door. As before, the same painting hangs on the wall of the hall. Hanguang walked to the painting and reached out and touched the painting.

The light flashed, Hanguang opened his eyes, and a round sword head hung directly on the sword spike. "Sure enough, the Wen Sword is usually divided into eight parts in terms of composition, which means that Jian Qingfeng should have drawn eight paintings, and decomposed his sword intent into eight parts and placed them in different paintings. Looks like I'm going to have to check out the rest of the rooms. After Hanguang finished speaking, he quickly walked into the remaining six upper rooms.

When Hanguang walked out of the last upper room, a complete tasseled sword appeared in his mind. After doing all this, Hanguang returned to Li Mengxiao's sea of knowledge and began to comprehend the hanging spike long sword he had obtained. At this time, an old man in a green robe in the palace worship hall was silently sipping the tea in his hand. At this moment, the body of the old man in the green robe shook slightly. "Has anyone comprehended the sword intent of the eight paintings I have hidden in the golden grace? It's good luck! But I would like to see how much of the wind and frost sword intent you can comprehend. ”

One is proud, one is disappointed. At this time, thousands of miles away, the headquarters of the Xiuwen Chamber of Commerce, the Ethereal Villa. Yu Wenzhou, the Holy Lord of the Xiuwen Chamber of Commerce, with a gloomy face, was listening to the report of his subordinates with an angry face. "So, Bing San and Bing Wu are already dead!" Yu Wenzhou's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire at any time, "The two masters in the middle of the Transformation Formation Realm can't even beat a kid from the Vein Casting Realm, what are you Frost Ethereal Guards doing! Even if the formations they cultivate are all formations that are not on the Heavenly Array List, it is impossible for them to be unable to beat a kid from the Vein Casting Realm!"

The people kneeling under the stage were extremely frightened in their hearts, "The Holy Lord is angry, the subordinates really don't know what is going on!, but according to the subordinates' suspicions, will there be a master of the Shocking Cloud Sect who secretly supports Li Mengxiao, so that this assassination will be in vain!" After hearing this, Yu Wenzhou became much calmer, after all, how could he be too out of shape as a generation of Saint Lords, and then said, "Your words also make sense, that's it, since he Li Mengxiao was lucky to escape this time, there is no need for us to do anything to him." ”

Speaking of this, Yu Wenzhou's eyes couldn't help but turn around and asked, "Is there any situation over there, Tong Feng sent us a letter last time, did there be an accident!" "According to the informant, Tong Feng was not exposed. As for the Four Gates Lord's side, it is said that he is still recruiting troops to fight against the Holy Lord. "Bang" Yu Wenzhou slapped the sandalwood table beside him, "The fourth brother really plans to fight against me to the end! You go and invite the second door master, the third door master and the fifth door master to come over to discuss the matter!"

The subordinate was ordered to retreat, and Yu Wenzhou held back the anger in his heart and said hatefully, "Fourth, if you really don't regard me as a brother, then don't blame me for not thinking about my kindred spirit!" At this time, in the golden wind, Li Mengxiao, who was continuing to sleep, suddenly bloomed a cold cold wind, and the blowing of the cold wind caused a little frost to appear on the furniture in the room. Li Mengxiao's hair gradually produced a little frost, and at the same time, a blue aura also condensed around Li Mengxiao, adding a touch of transparency to his skin.

The next moment, a figure floated out of nowhere. "I didn't expect that someone would be able to comprehend the wind and frost sword intent based on the broken sword intent. The old ghost of the sword has met a good seedling this time!" After the figure finished speaking, he looked around again and said, "But let him get it again, I'm afraid this upper room will be destroyed." After speaking, the figure volleyed three times. The cold wind around Li Mengxiao stopped blowing instantly, and the cyan blue breath directly returned to Li Mengxiao's body, and the surrounding frost also dispersed.

But what happened next was beyond the expectations of the figure, and a violent wind pressure directly drilled out of Li Mengxiao's body, turning into a series of wind shadows. "That's right, with the help of the wind and frost sword intent, he actually made his own wind artistic conception refined into the mystery of the wind. The figure vanished, completely in the room. Not long after, Li Mengxiao slowly opened her closed eyes, and as soon as she woke up, an inexplicable coolness directly penetrated her whole body.

"What's wrong with me, huh, why is my body so cold!" Li Mengxiao got up and rubbed his body, forcing his body to warm up a little. "What the hell is going on, how do I feel like I've gone to the North Pole!" Thinking of this, Li Mengxiao waved his hand and nodded his forehead. Watch what happens when you fall asleep. But what made Li Mengxiao depressed was that because of the excessive consumption of mental power, he couldn't see any pictures at all. "But after a good night's sleep, I feel like my strength has improved a bit. Thinking of this, Li Mengxiao tried to urge the aura, and suddenly realized that the artistic conception of the wind in his body had become the mystery of the wind.