It is not only Wang Yong who is also puzzled, but also all the pedestrians on this road.

Many vehicles deliberately slowed down, dropped the window and took a mobile phone to film the maverick coser girl.

"Tsk, it's really a beauty like jade! It's the first time I've seen a girl wearing Hanfu with this kind of temperament! The best in the world!" The group of travelers squatting on the side of the road waiting to pick up their sister couldn't help but sigh.

Although Wang Yong didn't say anything, in fact, Wang Yong agreed in his heart.

Wang Yong has seen many beauties, and Chinese and foreign countries have their own merits. But even a girl with a classical temperament like Yin Xia is probably not as amazing as the girl in front of her when she wears Hanfu.

The girl in front of her is not better than her appearance or clothing, but because of the perfect fit of her temperament. It seems that she is an ancient girl who has traveled from ancient times, and she is not a modern person.

"Hmm, she didn't even wear shoes!" Wang Yong's eyes swept over the corner of the girl's skirt, and he found that under the corner of the skirt was a pair of bare feet!

This is icy and snowy, in the weather of nearly minus 20 degrees, she actually walked barefoot?!

Wang Yong was shocked.

Just when Wang Yong was secretly speculating about the girl's origin, he saw the group of donkey friends squatting on the side of the road suddenly got up and walked towards the girl.

"Little sister, it's so cold, why don't we give you a ride?" said a middle-aged uncle with a greasy face.

The girl seemed to be completely unaware of the middle-aged uncle's hidden evil intentions, looked at the middle-aged uncle, and asked inexplicably, "Can you see this sword?"

The middle-aged uncle was stunned and looked at the scabbard in the girl's arms.

"Little sister, this is a scabbard, where is the sword? Are you all so trouble-free now? At least you have to buy a sword and get a big red sword spike, right? How majestic is that! Is there no money to buy it? It doesn't matter, uncle, I have money! As long as you are obedient, I will give you this amount of ...... a year."

The middle-aged uncle stretched out a palm and shook it in front of the girl.

"Five thousand!"

Digital exit, all the pedestrians around cast a disdainful glance.

This middle-aged greasy uncle obviously treats the girl as a little girl who is ignorant of the world, and wants to support a little girl for a year for 5,000 yuan, which is simply whimsical!

There are people who have the same thoughts, but they can't hold back the offer: "Little sister, don't listen to him! I'll give you 5,000 a month! Follow me! I'm unmarried!"

The girl turned her head to look at the second bidder, and said in the same tone, "You tell me what color this sword is, and I'll give you money." Not only do you give you money, but you are also my master. ”

"Master?", the word that made all the men ape, suddenly aroused a fiery gaze.

"Cyan!" replied the second man who shouted.

The girl shook her head: "This is the color of the scabbard, not the color of the sword, you are not my master." ”

"No, you don't have a sword in your scabbard at all, the devil knows what color it is. You're obviously deliberately fooling us!" the man disagreed.

The girl ignored him and looked at the others expectantly.

Although the others really didn't see any swords, it didn't prevent them from guessing a color!

So all kinds of colors have been exported.

But all of them were vetoed by the girl, and the girl shook her head in disappointment: "Still not." ”

Then he took a snow-white bare foot and walked forward.

"The bow back of the Xia Ming sword shines on the frost, and the autumn wind goes out of Xianyang. It's all gone from Xianyang to Tibet, so why is it still not? How can it not be? Why is it that there is no such thing?"

The girl's tone was resentful, and she was talking to herself.

This scene fell in the eyes of onlookers, and they couldn't help but show a trace of astonishment: "Isn't a very good little girl a psychopath?"

The more I looked at it, the more it looked, and in the end, even the greasy middle-aged uncle smacked his mouth, shook his head and walked away.

It's boring to have a neuropathy, but it's a pity that such a beautiful embryo is ......

Only Wang Yong's eyes flashed, and he didn't look at the girl with a neurotic gaze. Wang Yong's intuition told him that the girl was clear and not delirious. Moreover, the girl's bare steps just now were steady and light, and it seemed that the cold had not caused any substantial harm to her.

There's a lot of mystery here.

However, Wang Yong is now difficult to protect himself, and he doesn't want to meddle in things. With a slight pull on his collar, he lowered his head and hurried across the road.

Because of the appearance of the girl, no one noticed Wang Yong's passage at all.

Soon the road was quiet again, and cars and pedestrians were heading towards their respective goals. Only the barefoot girl with her scabbard left to reappear on the road.

She looked puzzled, stood where Wang Yong was standing before, and muttered, "Could it be an illusion just now?"

On the ridge of the snowy sky, Wang Yong was like a human-shaped steam engine, bursting with hot air up and down his body through the snowy slopes.

Before the splashed snow fell on Wang Yong, it had already been melted by the hot air coming out of Wang Yong's body.

If anyone is lucky enough to pass by here, they will definitely wonder if there is a dragon that has just passed through here.

"No, it's time to take a break. Although altitude sickness does not cause me to suffer from physical problems, it does affect my physical strength. If you insist on practicing martial arts in this kind of place for decades, your physical strength must be very amazing. Wang Yong's momentum slowed down and he no longer marched in a hurry.

He has now entered the central part of Tibet, and a little north are several famous Tibetan cities, where Wang Yong originally wanted to replenish some supplies.

But with a rough estimate of the compressed rations in the marching backpack, it is estimated that it can last for a month if you save some food. It can be seen how much rations are prepared for Wang Yong.

When you are thirsty and have snow water, you don't need to risk exposure to buy supplies.

"Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, there is only recklessness, and up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

Only when I have seen this kind of snow scene with my own eyes can I know that Taizu's poem is really well written, and the spirit of the first person in the Kai Dynasty has been in the past three hundred years, and I am afraid that no one can be surprising. Some people accuse Taizu's poems of being inconsistent with rhyme, which is a fact, but those people forget that poetry was born for the sake of speech, and no matter how consistent the rhyming poems are, they are just a skin without emotion. Wang Yong looked at the snow-capped mountains and ice on the Tibetan plateau and sighed.

Without discussing historical merits and demerits, Wang Yong is still extremely convinced of Taizu's poetic attainments. The kind of poetry in the unearthly grandeur has been rare since the death of the Ming Dynasty, but I didn't expect it to resurface three hundred years later.

"Huh?" Wang Yong's ears suddenly moved, and his eyes looked at a snowy peak somewhere behind him.

"Who's coming out!"

Wang Yong's voice was cold, like a cold wind knife, shaking the snow on several nearby snow peaks.

In the falling snow, a girl in green clothes walked out slowly, still holding the ancient scabbard in her hand, and her face was still flat.

The only thing that was different from when I saw it before was that she was covered in frost and snow, and a layer of crystal clear ice flowers had formed on top of her dress.

Seeing the girl, Wang Yong frowned, but he didn't expect it to be her.

Immediately after that, Wang Yong thought of one thing-Wang Yong was full of blood and blood all the way, running at full speed! How could a girl keep up with Wang Yong's pace?

Wang Yong's eyes became more and more vigilant, and he asked coldly: "I don't care who you are, no matter what your background is, it's best not to try to provoke me!

The girl's footsteps towards Wang Yong paused in place, and her little face showed a trace of grievance.

She handed the scabbard in her arms to Wang Yong: "Can you tell me what color this sword is?"

Wang Yong glanced at the scabbard and replied coldly: "I don't know." Your tricks are useless to me, and I'm not interested in knowing what color your sword is! If you're someone sent by the Zheng family, then hurry up. If not, you take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge! The rivers and lakes are far away, and I won't be so easy to talk about next time!"

After speaking, Wang Yong's figure activated, like a galloping horse galloping away on the snow.

The girl froze in place, looking at Wang Yong's distant figure and muttered, "It shouldn't be invisible! I obviously felt a very familiar smell on him...... Am I feeling wrong?"

The girl was like a confused girl who had fallen into self-doubt, and she didn't move for a while.

After more than ten minutes, she suddenly woke up: "Can't let him run!"

After speaking, he chased after him.

Stepping barefoot on the snow, making a soft rustling sound, like slush claws, far away silent.

Half an hour later, the girl finally saw Wang Yong's back.

And Wang Yong also felt that the girl was chasing after her again, her face became more and more cold, and she took the initiative to slow down and accumulate her fist intent.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" Wang Yong counted silently in his heart.

At the exit of the last number, a purple sword light rose into the sky, slashing directly towards the girl.

"As I said, it's not so good to talk when you say goodbye!"

The girl was shocked, seeing that the sword light was about to fall on the girl.

At the critical moment, he saw the girl like a swirling falling snow, and with a strange turn, she easily avoided Wang Yong's sword light.

Wang Yong's eyes lit up, this girl really has a problem!

Wang Yong's sword was ready to come out and was taken by surprise, even a master of the level of the three corpses could not avoid it so easily.

Could this girl be more powerful than the three corpses?

Wang Yong looked at the girl's bare feet in the ice and snow, looked at the girl's thin clothes full of ice flowers, and looked at the scabbard held by the girl......

It seems that every place reveals unexplained eccentricities, and if the girl suddenly says that she is actually "a master of Dan Jin", Wang Yong is not surprised at all.

Of course, the first thing Wang Yong did at that time was definitely to turn around and run.

In the early days of Danjin, Wang Yong could barely fight a dozen, and it was one thing to beat it or not, but when Danjin was successful, Wang Yong could only flee in the wilderness, which was an existence that could never be beaten.

Fortunately, the girl didn't say such a scary word, but looked at the Xinyue Fox Soft Sword in Wang Yong's hand with bright eyes, and asked with a harmless expression: "Can I take a look at the sword in your hand?"

It's just that these words, in Wang Yong's eyes, are just a shame that they sound better than "Dan Jin Dacheng".

Look at your sword? You just said that you have a crush on this sword, and you can't just grab it if you want to!

It's so tactful!

You must know that this kind of rhetoric was said by Wang Yong to others in the past, after all, Wang Yong is a cultural person, and he can't speak so straightforwardly.

Wang Yong finally realized the psychological reaction of those enemies in the past after hearing such words.

"Here you go!" Wang Yong gritted his teeth, and the light of the Moon Fox Soft Sword in the center of his hand skyrocketed, and a chilling sword light pierced through the heavy snow mist and stabbed the girl.