Far away from the Flying Tiger Car in Syracuse, there are eight Snow Tigers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This time it was urgent, and the flying tiger car hired by Wang Zhao was the fastest one, which could fit dozens of people, and the speed was twice as fast as the flying tiger car with three snow tigers.

Since the speed is faster, the price will naturally rise, but at this time, Wang Zhao will not feel sorry for the spirit stone.

The senior sister is quite steady, and she is escorted by Elder Jin Dan from Linyuan Island, and the other junior brothers and sisters are very relieved about this journey.

The figure of the eight-headed snow tiger galloping on the snow was extremely dexterous, and the huge frame rarely bumped, and gradually, the disciples of Linyuan Island fell into cultivation or sleep.

After leaving Syracuse, the Flying Tiger was speeding all the way, and it was already dawn, and the sky was full of dark clouds, and fine snowflakes were falling sporadically.

After the Harvest Snow Festival, a heavy snowfall arrived as scheduled.

There are few sunny days in the snow country, and no one will pay attention to such a common celestial phenomenon, except for the people who are hidden in the wind and snow.

The Flying Tiger drove through a mountain col, skirted the mountains and quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.

The snow is not heavy, as long as it does not encounter violent blizzard weather, the snow tiger can travel normally in the heavy snow.

A soft rustling sound sounded in the col, and the snow on the ground swirled and coalesced into a ball.

With a thud, a snowball burst, revealing a middle-aged monk with gloomy eyebrows.

"I Qiao Wenyang's snow fruit dare to rob it, hum, it's really a foundation building junior who is not afraid of death!"

Qiao Wenyang, who chased all the way out of Snow City, was the Jindan monk who carved the ice sculpture of the dragon, he was a loose cultivator, and there was no sect, and he was determined to get Xueguo, but he was intervened by Xu Yan and missed Xueguo.

Since he couldn't get the snow fruit in the ice carving competition, Qiao Wenyang had to find another shortcut, and his shortcut was used by many people, that is, to forcibly seize it.

Running the golden pill, Qiao Wenyang's eyes froze, and an invisible spiritual sense emanated out, enveloping the flying tiger car not far away.

The spiritual consciousness that can only appear in the middle stage of the Jindan proves that this Qiao Wenyang has the cultivation of the middle stage of the Jindan, but he did not start immediately, but frowned.

"There's one more golden pill, it's a bit tricky ...... now"

Sensing the aura of the same level in the Flying Tiger car, Qiao Wenyang cautiously controlled his spiritual sense and wandered around the carriage.

"In the early stage of one Jindan, in the late stage of eighteen foundation building, this is the territory of the Snow Country Golden Jade Sect, unless it is killed all at once, if you run one, it will be trouble. ”

There is one more Jin Dan, which is somewhat beyond Qiao Wenyang's expectations.

Before the Flying Tiger Car left the city, he had been tracking with his spiritual sense, and after such a while, the situation actually became tricky.

"While Xueguo is still on that kid, just kid him alone!"

Having made up his mind, Qiao Wenyang originally wanted to wait for the Flying Tiger Car to be further away from Snow City, after all, Snow City was the territory of the Golden Jade Sect, but the sudden extra Jin Dan made him have some scruples.

Although he is a small realm lower than himself, if the other party fights to the death, Qiao Wenyang's grasp is by no means complete.

Having made up his mind, Qiao Wenyang's figure blurred for a while, disappeared into the wind and snow, and quickly moved forward with the wind, chasing the flying tiger car in front.

In the carriage, the eighteen foundation building disciples were silent.

In the quiet atmosphere, Zhuang Wanjie slowly opened his eyes, the indifference in his eyes was not concealed, starting with Wang Zhao, looking at them one by one, until he looked at the eighteen disciples around him.

"Eighteen Dead Souls...... If you are in the same door, I will give you a good time!"

His eyes were cold, Zhuang Wanjie stared at Wang Zhao, the spiritual power in his hands fluctuated, and a long needle that exuded the aura of a low-grade magic weapon hovered in his hands.

The shape of the long needle is a small spear, aimed at Wang Zhao's, Zhuang Wanjie is about to shoot.

His plan was to abolish Wang Zhao first, but he couldn't kill him, and after severely injuring Wang Zhao, so that he would lose the ability to escape, he would turn around and kill all the seventeen disciples, especially the guy he met in the palace.

Kill all these disciples who are in the way, Zhuang Wanjie will even kill the drivers, including the eight snow tigers, in short, this time, except for leaving Wang Zhao to hand over to Balan Island, none of the others will survive!

was listed as the first target to kill, and at this time, Xu Yan was still quietly meditating on his knees, his eyes slightly closed, and he didn't know if he was cultivating or seemed to be asleep.

His eyes were lowered, but his pupils were flashing white.

Since pretending to sit and cultivate, Xu Yan has always been running the fairy eyebrows and ghost eyes, don't look at the eyes closed, the ability of the fairy eyebrows and ghost eyes will not be blocked by a layer of eyelids.

Xu Yan kept staring at Zhuang Wanjie until he saw the other party urging the magic weapon.

"Help!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, like a muffled thunder, which woke everyone up, and Fei Cai, who was closest to him, was almost frightened.

"What's wrong! What's wrong, Senior Brother Xu, what's wrong with you, why are you shouting for help?" Fei Cai's eyelids jumped and asked, Wang Zhao also hurriedly stood up, and when she saw that Xu Yan was safe and sound, she was puzzled.

Xu Yan's cry for help, shouted crisply and loudly, the carriage was loud, and the ears of others hurt, especially the Elder Zhuang, his hands shook, and the long needle in his hand was hidden by him.

"Nightmare...... Nightmare, I'm sorry guys, I just had a nightmare, and I woke up with a scream. ”

Xu Yan stared slightly, looking extremely frightened, his face was pale, and he looked around, as if he had woken up from a dream.

"It turned out to be a nightmare, and I thought there was a strong enemy chasing after me. Fei Cai let out a sigh and said, "The nightmare that can wake up Senior Brother Xu must be terrifying, what did Senior Brother Xu dream of?"

Fei Cai was curious, and the other disciples of Linyuan Island were just as curious, in their opinion, this Xu Yan was very stable, and he could even win the first place in the ice sculpture competition, how could he be awakened by an ordinary nightmare.

Wang Zhao also looked at her curiously at this time, since Elder Jin Dan walked with her, she also had the confidence to not worry.

"It's okay, what did you dream about?" Wang Zhao walked closer and asked with novelty, people can kill more than ten people of the same level at the bottom of the sea, Wang Zhao doesn't think that there are any nightmares that can scare Xu Yan like this.

"Ghost face, I dreamed of ghost face. Xu Yan stabilized his emotions and said, "It's the ghost-faced ice sculpture, I dreamed that the ghost-faced ice sculpture came to life, smiling and slashing us." ”

Xu Yan looked up at Zhuang Wanjie and said with a frightened look: "Ghost Face killed Elder Zhuang with a long knife, and cut off his head as a stepping stone, bent and folded his body as a stool, and sat on Elder Zhuang's corpse and laughed loudly. ”

Xu Yan said it bloody, and the others shuddered when they heard it, only Zhuang Wanjie's intestines were almost blue after hearing it.

He was about to kill Xu Yan first, but people actually dreamed that he Zhuang Wanjie was slaughtered first and died tragically.

"It's just a dream, you must be too tired these days, and it's okay to rest for a while. ”

Zhuang Wanjie suppressed his anger and appeased, seeing Xu Yan bowing his head and muttering something, he didn't hesitate, and a long needle appeared in the palm of his hand behind his back.

Bang!

Just as Zhuang Wanjie was about to make a move, there was a muffled sound above the carport, and a sword light slashed down.