I knew that Selangor was chaotic, evil repair, but Yue Teng didn't expect that Selangor chaos would be to this extent, if these people just grabbed a road, grabbed a little something, but a little punishment, but didn't expect these people to be so fierce, plundering and then being fascinated and shooting, this is not something he can tolerate, even if it is because of his promise to apologize, he will kill them.

As a result, the Edgeworth clan crossed the ruined city with a faint sword light and snow marks. After a few loud bangs, it gradually subsided.

Yue Teng walked out of the ruins and walked without a trace in the snow, thinking secretly in his heart.

"The Imperial Sword Sect was destroyed by the news that there was no sword burial. Is the existence of the Sword Shrine real?"

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart, right, Langya Pavilion, he saw the last page of the sword by Aya's chaotic pattern, but it was not a ghost talisman, but a map of the place where the inanimate sword was buried?

The road tracks on the map slowly flashed in his mind, and Yue Teng's heart was slightly heavy...

If he hadn't thought of this before, he would have done it a long time ago. But now that he had this idea in his heart, he felt more and more that there were a lot of articles in those strange lines, because he had memorized those lines firmly. Looking back now, he even vaguely felt that these lines were faintly consistent with some of the topographic maps of Zhou Xue and even the academy that he had seen during this time...

This prevented him from continuing to calm down...

Sword Demon III, what a character!

If this tomb without a sword is really his burial place, how precious is it?

Who wouldn't want to inherit this unparalleled power that preceded five robberies?

What made Yue Teng think even more deeply was that if the Imperial Sword Master had really entered the lifeless Sword Tomb, and after coming out, the way of the sword had made great progress, then he would follow the whim of the Nameless Sword Sutra and use various incredible performance methods, wasn't it his own imagination, but the inheritance of the three sword demons left inside?

If so, then yourself, perhaps, it is really necessary to go deep into the snow ...

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Thinking like this, Yue Teng had slowly walked back to the magic boat.

At this time, on the top of the Dharma Boat, the guide monk hired by Yue Teng was waiting, looking forward to it, according to the rules, he drew such a monk who looked like a lot of money, which can also share a lot of benefits, but the strange thing is that a long time has passed, and Brother Cao's group of people have not sent a signal to come, but let him wait.

When he was very impatient, he saw a shadow in the snow in the distance.

The man was slender, wearing a green robe, and swept back lightly as if he had alleviated a real illness.

"He's not dead?"

The guide monk was taken aback for a moment, and without thinking about it, he took up the ritual weapon, turned around and fled.

But the green-robed monk frowned, while thinking about some questions, he raised his hand slightly, and a wicker strip about a few hundred zhang long was wrapped around some thunder light, and then quickly jumped up, tied his magic weapon, and pulled it back...

The guide monk was very cold, knelt on the ground, and did not dare to move.

Yue Teng walked back to the Dharma Boat, then took a Dharma Shaft and gently drew it on it, ignoring the guide monk.

After a long time, he raised his head and said, "What are you waiting for?

The tour guide monk was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Yue Teng in disbelief.

It took him a long time to react and say, "Master Fairy, where do you want to go?"

Yue Teng raised his hand and said, "Go on a trip to the south!"

The guide, the monk, jumped up and bowed. "Okay, okay, I know!"

Looking at him gentle and honest, but with a fierce light hidden in his eyes, Yue Teng couldn't help but think about another question.

It's too chaotic here in Selangor, it's just lawless, setting up ambushes, the captives are fascinated, and then selling them to evil cultivators at a high price, this is simply an incredible evil cultivator, let alone in Zhongzhou, even in the remote Yunzhou, the Yinshan Sect has no restrictions, and they don't dare to do such a thing, it's hard to imagine what kind of chaos it will be after crossing the snow line and entering Selangor.

Faced with this chaos, I had to come up with something to deal with it.

After studying in Langya Pavilion for a few years, Yue Tengxue's problems rose sharply, and he was more considerate. At this time, he could see the whole leopard at a glance. He wanted to see Zhou Xue and even the chaos in the academy, and he quickly came up with a countermeasure...

I'm a reasonable reader, but in such a mess, is it useful?

If reasoning is useless, then you can only be an even more unreasonable person!

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The edge of Selangor is the snow line.

After crossing the snow line, you enter a vast snowfield.

If we say that in a state of snow, we can still say some rules because of the presence of the sword pond, and then cross the snow line, we really become a place with an extremely harsh environment. Here, there is extremely cold snow and ice everywhere, and even rocks can be frozen into cracks, and even hard ice can be blown away and scratched by the wind, which can be called a white hell. Ranwen.com

However, no matter how harsh the environment is, it cannot stop the yogi from taking his steps.

Even in the snow and ice that can freeze to death, there are people who practice.

Here they are willing to fight the snow animals and be baptized by the ice and snow.

In general, there are three kinds of people.

One kind of people, who are evil, are not allowed to go to Kyushu, and can only look for living space here.

One kind of person is asceticism, who pursues such a harsh environment, hones moral character, and pursues entry.

The last type of person is the treasure hunter.

Although it is difficult to survive on the snowy fields, there are countless treasures that can only grow in this environment. Every plant found can be sold at sky-high prices. In addition, the snow animals that lie dormant in the snow and ice are extremely dangerous and can easily endanger their lives. They are all covered in treasure, and with each hit, the flesh is broken, and they can all be sold for a very high price.

In addition, there are endless legends on the snowy fields. It is said that many people would come to the snow-capped plains before sitting down and seal their bodies in the cold world. They hope to wake up one day and their legacy will remain on the snowy plains. If someone finds it, it will be a lot of money. Since then, once they rise, it's not a dream.

Therefore, there is no trace of human presence in this vast expanse of snow.

From the frost line through the snow line, the journey south has a relatively flat road.

This path has been walked by countless spiritual practitioners. This is a rare road on the snowfield. At the end of this road is Wuxue Mountain. At the foot of this towering mountain, there is an inn. The hostel is not big, but it is the only one within 10,000 miles. Therefore, the people of this snowy field, whether they are evil cultivators, poor cultivators, or treasure hunters, will use this place as their resting place to find comfort in the boundless sea of snow.

At this moment, the door of the hotel was pushed open by a thin and dry man. The raging storm outside immediately hit in a frenzy. The thin figure fell to the ground, seemingly using all his strength, unable to get up for a long time.

"Damn, it's snowing again. Close!"

In the inn, at dozens of large tables of thick wood, many people ate and drank around and immediately began to drink and scold.

The thin man fell to the ground, gasping for air, then stood up and closed the door. However, at this very moment, the bartender in the inn, a high monk who had laid the foundation, had already run up and cursed, locked the snow out of the door with all his might, and then kicked the man who had fallen to the ground, angrily scolding: "The beggar on the Tianshan Mountain is not dead!"

The thin figure climbed up, only to find that although her face was dirty, she was actually a beautiful woman with five facial features, only a dirty face, chapped lips, and frostbite on her face, which really covered up a lot of her charm.

The bartender kicked her and she fell silent. She just stood up quietly and slowly walked to an empty table.

Before he could sit down, the bartender gave her a nudge and said, "Is this where you're sitting?"

The thin woman pursed her lips, as if she was used to it, and then silently walked to a small mud counter near the corner, pulled a small stool under her buttocks, and said hoarsely, "I want a can of ice cream and three catties of snow mutton!"

The bartender looked at him with a smirk and said, "Yes, one hundred and twenty spirits!"

The thin woman looked up a little confused and said, "Didn't you only need thirty-two souls before?"

The bartender sneered, "That's the price right now." Don't go out!"

The thin woman was silent for a while, and touched her dried kun bag. Her face looked a little gloomy. After a while, she was cruel and put a white red leaf medicine on the mud box and said, "I don't have enough money, but I stole this snow ginseng from a snow python." It should be worth 300 taels of silver. You need to find me another 200 taels ......."

"Do you still have that luck?"

The bartender looked at her in surprise, picked up the snow ginseng, and sneered, "This meal is worth your money!"

The thin woman said eagerly, "It's worth 300 souls......"

The bartender sneered: "If it's in Kyushu, it's worth 3,200 for him, but in the snow field, it's worth 3 catties of snow mutton!"

The thin woman seemed to get angry, looked up at the bartender, and was silent.

The bartender just looked at her condescendingly, triumphantly.

At this time, groups of diners stopped and looked at her with a smile.

In the end, the thin woman nodded and compromised: "The wine should be mellow, and the mutton should be greasy!"

The bartender smiled and took the snow ginseng away.

"Dad"

After a while, a dirty iron plate and a wine jug were thrown in front of the woman.

The wine was half-spilled at once, and the wine was only slightly blue, obviously mixed with a lot of water.

The meat on the plate was even more fragmented, less than 3 kilograms, mixed with a lot of bones and scraps. It's sticky, not to mention not fat. It's not even fresh lamb, but it's mixed with other diners after eating the leftovers.

The thin woman looked at the plate of pork and was silent for a long time.

Then she began to shove the meat into her mouth hard, munching on it, and gobbling it down.

The diners around laughed: "How can there be people like pigs and dogs?"