Falling Snow Mountain, a piece of wind and snow, but not desolate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the mountain is located on a high place, it is covered with cold wind and snow as its name suggests, but the greenery in it will not be diminished by the bad weather.

This is a mountain with a harsh environment, but most of the spiritual grass grows, and mortals can't tolerate this harsh environment to go up the mountain, but it is not a problem for monks.

The spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses that can grow in such a harsh environment are naturally not simple goods, and it is precisely because of this that monks often come here to meet opportunities. Why do you say this, it is because these spirit flowers and spirit plants are not easy to find, they are either guarded by extremely vicious beasts, or they are hidden and invisible.

Bai Xue stood aside, although she was an outsider, but it seemed that the senior wanted her to empathize, and she also felt the cold and cold around her.

Bai Xue will be here, and the protagonist will naturally not be here.

A figure that is more relaxed than others climbs the snowy mountain slowly, the snow-capped mountain is very strange, there is a small forest at one time, and it is bare and dangerous rock at the other. But no matter what environment you are in, it is bleak and cold.

The figure that seemed to be more than comfortable was not anyone, it was Qian Han.

Qian Han did not take the remote road, on the contrary, where there were many people's footprints, she would go. Not far behind her, another stunning woman dressed in the costume of the sect followed.

But Qian Han in front didn't seem to care, and seemed to feel that there was something more important to do, so he just walked forward and ignored the people behind him.

Suddenly, Qian Han turned a corner, and sat on a steep cliff between jumps, and below the cliff here was a clearing, and there was an argument in the clearing.

Qian Han sat in this position to observe the scene under the cliff very well, but the people below could not see her.

Du Ruo has been following behind Qian Han, and when he saw her movements, he also stood on the top of the cliff that was some distance away from her and hid you, observing the scene under the cliff.

Under the peak cliff, on the flat ground, in fact, the most ordinary thing in the cultivation world happened, but it was just a forcible seizure, and the two forces fought for a rare spiritual grass.

Qian Han sat like this, lazy and casual, she held her chin and watched the fire fighting below, the blood light reflected in her eyes, but it was still as plain as water.

Later, Du Ruo saw her take out her strange instrument again, put it to her mouth and blow it, but this time the instrument did not make a sound. It's like a silent track.

After a long time, it was long enough for those who were fighting with each other to end the war, and for a long time for the profitable side to leave, Qian Han slowly put away the Xun in his hand, stood up, and brought up a few snow chips in his red clothes.

She squinted at Du Ruo with emotionless eyes, and the soft and lingering voice sounded again: "What do you want to do after following me for so long?"

Since the last time he broke Du Ruo's sword formation, Du Ruo followed Qian Han without saying a word.

Du Ruo's face was resolute: "I want to fight with you again!"

"Oh, could it be that my cultivation has improved recently?" Qian Han's eyes were playful.

"That's right, although your demon cultivator is hateful, but what you said is also right, as a sword cultivator, I should be based on the only sword in my hand, how, dare to fight?!"

Qian Han sighed, and a sigh sounded on the cliff: "You, why are you so annoying." ”

Du Ruo's face sank, and he held his breath: "To fight or not to fight?" After speaking, the sword in his hand was pulled out and pointed directly at Qian Han.

Qian Han looked at her persistent face for a while, and finally said, "As you wish." ”

Then Du Ruo didn't see Qianhan's figure clearly, but when the words fell, she felt a red shadow flash in front of her, and then the sword in her hand was seized by the other party and placed on the side of her neck.

Qian Han leaned her head closer to Du Ruo, and a lingering and seductive voice sounded in her ears, "I can't even hold the sword in my hand... What a fight..."

Qian Han threw down his sword and left again step by step, his voice mixed in the wind and snow: "You are still too weak to be qualified to fight me..." Don't follow me again, I won't show mercy next time... Even if you have the protection of the sect."