Fang Zhong came to this back mountain alone, except that at the beginning he could see some grass and shrubs on the side of the road, and after walking for a while, the snow fluttered, and the white snow covered the surrounding makeup in silver, and the more he went up, the colder it became. Looking up, a tall ice peak towered in the distance, pulling out a huge white dust tail under the cold wind, and the flying snow falling from the sky was thrown out of this dust tail.

There is another huge mountain area under the ice peak, slightly gentle, also covered with snow, the only difference is that zhōngyāng erects a tall archway, but the archway has been obscured by ice and snow, and it is impossible to see what words are written on it. Except for a few lifeless and lifeless dead pines, nothing of significance was ever seen in this large flat area.

Except for the snow and snow, it was snow-white.

It seems that this is the place where the mountains have been thinking about it

Fang Zhong came to the mountains against the bitter cold wind and asked loudly, "Is there anyone?" ”

shouted a few words in a row, except for the whining wind, where did anyone answer. Fang Zhong didn't have any hope, since this place was only made by people who made mistakes, then naturally there would not always be people staying here, I am afraid that he was the only one at this time.

Seeing that there is not even a place to shelter from the wind and snow, I can't help but feel a little worried, it naturally doesn't matter if I stay in such a cold place for a day or two, but staying in this ice and snow for three months is not something that ordinary people can bear. Where is this to think about, it's like going to prison and suffering.

Fang Zhong picked an old tree covered with ice and snow, saw that it was quite clean underneath, shook the snow under it with his palm, and sat down cross-legged there.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhong had stayed here for three days, and he hadn't seen half of the ghost shadows, so he had to take ice and snow to satisfy his hunger when he was hungry, so he should cultivate the valley. His foundation is solid, and the vitality of heaven and earth that he needs can be made up for by practicing guò, but people's five senses cannot be satisfied by absorbing a little vitality, and the feeling of hunger comes to his heart from time to time, and he inevitably wants to eat a lot.

On this day, I meditated for a while, my thoughts were a little restless, and I was thinking about the delicacies of the mountains and seas that I had eaten in the Yuetang at the foot of the mountain, when suddenly the wind above my head moved, and something fell, and I quickly tilted my neck, and with a snap, a large piece of snow fell on my left shoulder.

Fang Zhong looked up and saw an old branch swaying slightly, and a large piece of snow on it was already missing, maybe the backlog was too heavy, so it occasionally fell.

Fang Zhong swallowed the saliva that came to his mouth, stretched out his fingers to flick the residual snow off his shoulders, straightened his clothes, and meditated up again. Although he learned the Huang Tingjing as soon as he entered Kunlun, what he really has been cultivating consistently is the mental method passed on to him by Jiang Wenxian, and it is quite accomplished, otherwise he would not be able to support his profligacy with the skills he has learned, and in terms of the purity of his true qi, many people are inferior to him. Since this method of mind is so effective, there is absolutely no reason for it to be wasted, and there is no one here, so you can cultivate with peace of mind without being afraid of being disturbed. After a few weeks, Fang Zhong was refreshed, and after moving his hands and feet, he broke a dead branch and danced on the snow. After coming to Kunlun, the basic swordsmanship taught by Uncle Bawenji and the swordsmanship learned from others were used one by one, until the last move ended in the dragon flying into the sky.

He only turned these few swordsmanship upside down, and after he finished using it, he continued to be lucky, and when his breath was enough, he got up and danced those few swordsmanship. Fang Zhong believes that practice makes perfect, and he learns from the past, and maybe if he continues to practice like this, he will also realize something amazing and amazing swordsmanship from it.

But it's easier said than done, and it's not so easy to create your own profound swordsmanship. After a few days, I didn't have a clue, but I was bored. Of course, it is impossible to always be calm and calm in such a boring rì, and there are always some things that cannot be relieved. After another sword technique was performed, Fang Zhong sat back under the tree, although he was in a posture of luck, he remembered the hideous beast in his heart, and the hideous beast had stayed in the beast pen without looking, and he couldn't help but be very worried, his heart was confused, and the breath between his snorts was a little chaotic.

Suddenly, as soon as the wind moved, Fang Zhong hurriedly tilted his neck, and a cloud of snow snapped and landed on his right shoulder.

Fang Zhong looked up again, and a pine branch on the top of his head swayed, as if it had fallen unintentionally.

How can it be such a coincidence?

Fang Zhong felt a sudden death in his heart, stood up and looked around carefully. But in addition to the ice and snow in the sky, there is half a figure there. Fang Zhong gently dusted off the snow, took a few steps forward slowly, and looked up at the old pine. There is still a lot of ice and snow on the pine branches, and I usually don't see it falling, so why is I so unlucky and smash it on my head.

"Which senior is here?"

"Below, please see me."

He spoke several times, but no one answered. Fang Zhong hesitated again in his heart, could it be that he was really suspicious. Fang Zhong looked at the old pine and didn't go to the tree to meditate, so he sat on the ground facing the old pine in the open space. Fang Zhongxin said in his heart Now that I am not sitting under you, you can't hit me on the head again, unless this old tree has become jīng, and sincerity can't get along with yourself.

Fang Zhong closed his eyes, pretending to meditate on luck, and after only a while, he felt a breeze flashing in front of him, Fang Zhong Huo Ran opened his eyes, raised his hand, and grabbed a ball of ice and snow flying over in his hand!

"Who is it!?" Fang Zhong stared at the big pine tree covered with frost in front of him and shouted. No one answered, Fang Zhong's palm was raised, the fire flashed, and the snow in his palm turned into water vapor and disappeared in an instant, and then with a wave of his hand, a basin-sized fire struck the ice and snow on the canopy.

As the scorching palm fire flew in, the snow that had been accumulated on the treetops fell one after another, and it was like a snow rain.

Fang Zhong waved his hands continuously, and clusters of fire flew in, if it weren't for the fact that there was too much snow on the canopy, this old pine would definitely be burned into a charcoal by him. In the midst of the snowfall, a sudden snowflake splashed above the calm treetops, and a figure flew out with a bang, paused in the air, and then rushed towards Fang Zhong.

Fang Zhong was taken aback, he didn't even see the figure clearly before a ball of fire hit him, it was really this person who was moving too fast, he couldn't tell what he meant. The firelight came in an instant, but with a wave of the figure's sleeves, the firelight disappeared without a trace, and then the palm of his hand was sucked down, and the withered branch that was used as a sword by Fang Zhong flew over with a swish, and was held in his hand, and then a little forward, the withered branch that was still lying on the ground just now had stabbed Fang Zhong's forehead like a sharp sword.