A foodie will always carry food with him, for fear that he will starve to death on the street at any time.

The little guy is a foodie, and likes to eat meat the most, but unfortunately with his ability, the most he can do is to hunt some snow rabbits and mice, and even the slightly higher grade snow fish can drive it away.

However, the environment of the cold mountain is too harsh, and ordinary snow rabbits and rats are rare, and it is difficult to survive in the harsh conditions here.

Of course, Feng Xiaohan is also a foodie, and he is the second best foodie in Changming Sect.

He can still be a foodie in the cold mountains, and the monsters that can be seen everywhere are his snacks, and his superb and exquisite hunting skills emerge in an endless stream, and every time he uses it, he will be rewarded.

And its great strength is also extremely important, the posture of wielding a long sword into the wolf pack like a butterfly falling into the eyes of the little one, there is an indescribable envy.

"If I were human, I could also learn such skills, so why worry about not having meat to eat at that time?"

The little one shook his head and drove the unrealistic idea out of his mind.

Incarnating as a human being is a supernatural power that can only be found after enlightenment and sanctification, at least to the level of a half-step saint.

The immortal demon beast is the spirit created by heaven and earth, and it is more in line with heaven and earth than other races, but after all, it is not as good as a holy beast like Nightmao, who was born to be holy.

The little guy sometimes can't help but doubt life, wondering if his clan is an immortal demon beast, how can he be so weak?

Feng Xiaohan got up and left after eating the wolf meat, the little guy followed far behind and tore a few pieces of the wolf meat that he had not moved, chewed it heavily, and the faint blood was left along his lips and was licked by it with the tip of his tongue.

The little guy looked at the meat scraps on the bones left by Feng Xiaohan, and his eyes were full of longing.

It's cooked food!

It pursed its lips, holding back its impounding heart and forcibly withdrawing its gaze.

"If that human boy had poisoned it, he might have died here in no time, no, he must not lose his life because of a moment of greed. ”

The little guy burrowed into the snow, and the wind and cold continued north.

Feng Xiaohan didn't care that it hunted demon beasts and roasted cooked food.

After a few days of cultivation and the nourishment of the demon beast's flesh and blood, his injuries had healed and he could kill some more powerful demon beasts.

The thunder deer is a kind of demon beast with infinite agility and strength, resembling a calf, with part of the blood of the immortal species, and there is a faint electric light between the horns to envelop the sound of thunder, which can scare off most demon beasts.

Together, the three Thunder Hedgehogs can even kill the Tyrant.

But in Feng Xiaohan's eyes, this kind of demon beast is just delicious meat, as long as you master their habits, you can easily hunt them, and even do not have to make a fuss.

The great thing about the thunder is that it has the pair of horns, which can paralyze all living things. Feng Xiaohan estimated that it would take at least the Void Realm to be completely immune to this damage.

He is good at digging snow holes, first hollowing out the space under the snow surface, but it looks the same, and then standing in the distance with a snowball to provoke, leading it to fall into the hole and be buried in the snow, and after half an hour, he can suffocate him alive.

A demon beast of Lei Qi's level in the Central Plains is enough for the cholera side, and it needs to be encircled and suppressed by the elders of the local sect and the local officers and soldiers before they can be reluctantly killed.

However, he avoided confronting it head-on, and killed the powerful demon beast with a little trick.

Although the means are simple, in the eyes of the little guy, it is tantamount to a magic skill.

Feng Xiaohan's ingenious methods were far more than that, and in the next few days, he also hunted and killed high-level demon beasts such as the Xuanwei Beast, the Iron-headed Leopard, and the Silver-backed Blue Wolf.

Looking at the little guy in the distance is dizzy, as if opening the door to a new world,

Some of those methods can be done, and it can do even better with Xue Dun's ability.

The little guy looked excitedly at the thin figure sitting by the fire, and thought to himself, could it be that I met the disciple of the hunter Mo Qi?

Hunter Mo Qi is the most famous hunter in this world, and one of the youngest of those strong people, and the most likely to become the next generation of saints.

The little guy retracted his gaze, and his expression changed from excitement to confusion.

It's hard to meet, this may be my chance, do you want to meet it?

But if the other party is a bad person, then what should be done?

......

......

Wan Yetian ate the meat, crossed his knees on a certain mountainside, and began to transform into a spirit to absorb the aura in the flesh of the demon beast.

In the foothills, there are only a few cold fruit trees except for snow, and the leaves are covered with frost, and the blue fruits are very conspicuous even in the night.

There is not enough sunlight in the cold mountains, and the soil that can take root is also under the snow surface of the unknown depth, so there are few plants, especially trees, which are only distributed in the periphery of the cold mountains.

The palm-sized thing hid among the leaves and ate a lot of cold fruits bigger than a fist, and I don't know how that little belly could hold these.

It looked at Feng Xiaohan meditating cross-legged, thinking that this should be a spirit.

After Feng Xiaohan left Changming, he didn't dare to delay his daily homework, and would take some time out to suck in spiritual energy.

Wanyan's supernatural power can operate on its own, and it is running the exercises all the time, which means that he is practicing at any time, but he still retains this habit and enriches the secluded mansion with the greatest possibility.

It usually takes years to go from the lower to the middle of the cave realm, and a few geniuses can shorten the process, and if they retreat regularly, it can be even faster.

All the mantras of Wanyan's supernatural power were in his head, and the book was so angry that he lit it and tried it, but it was really burned to ashes that time.

In other words, he is the only descendant of Wanyan's supernatural powers.

Thinking of the cause and effect of the Datang Taoist Yiya Temple, Feng Xiaohan opened his eyes, and was a little curious about whose handiwork this Wanyan magic power was, and what kind of strong person could create such a method?

In the stove room of Zizhu Courtyard that day, he also had the same problem.

Then he turned his head and asked another question, but he could ask it directly, so he looked at the other person and asked, "What are you?"

The little guy stood in the snow farther away from him, looking at him with a shy little belly, round and cute, but much closer than before, but still not close.

At such a distance, even if he used the fastest Thunder Sword, it would have had enough time to react and burrow into the snow and escape.

Feng Xiaohan was suddenly stunned, and then laughed at himself, even if such a creature could understand, how could it spit out human language?

But surprisingly, his question was answered.

The next moment, a cold wind whistled through the mountains, and a human word fell into his ears.

"My name is Snow Ghost, an immortal beast in the snowy region, born in the cold of the extreme north. ”

The little guy looked at Feng Xiaohan and asked, "Who are you?"

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, obviously extremely surprised to stay in place, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Knowing human language, spitting human words, it is naturally a divine beast.

But this is the first time I have heard of such a weak divine beast.

Feng Xiaohan still has thousands of horses galloping by in his heart at this moment, and his mind is full of pictures of it when he was frightened away in the past few days.

I actually ran away with a mythical beast?

The snow ghost was a little dissatisfied, looked at him and said again, "Answer the old question." ”

Its voice was a little muffled and immature, like a babbling child, but its tone was old-fashioned and ridiculous.

Feng Xiaohan said slowly: "I am Feng Xiaohan, a disciple of the Changming Sect. ”

The snow ghost was stunned for a moment and asked, "Could it be that the hunter Mo Qi has joined the Changming Sect?"

Feng Xiaohan asked rhetorically, "Why do you say that?"

The snow ghost said, "Otherwise, where did your hunting skills come from?" ”

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "I used to hunt when I was a child. ”

The snow ghost thought to himself, are you very old now?

Feng Xiaohan looked at it and said, "Why are you following me?"

The snow ghost was immediately furious, pointed at his nose and scolded: "If it weren't for you poisoning Lao Tzu, why would I have been chasing you for so long? ”

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that even if you were not angry, what would you do to me, shook his head and said, "I didn't poison you." ”

The snow ghost said angrily, "That cold fruit is red. ”

Feng Xiaohan said, "Everything near Akame Spring is red, including the snow. ”

The snow ghost looked slightly dazed and muttered, "Akame Izumi?"

Akame Spring is a grassland legend that is rarely mentioned, and it is naturally impossible for it to know if you don't often go out of the cold mountains to learn human language.

But when he heard that even the snow was red, how could the snow ghost not know where Akame Spring meant.

The snow ghost said excitedly: "The cold fruit grows there, how did you get it?"

Feng Xiaohan said calmly: "Of course I picked it." ”

The snow ghost fell silent, looking at him carefully, thinking that this guy could steal fruit under the nose of that person?

Feng Xiaohan guessed its thoughts and said, "That big guy is gone." ”

The snow ghost turned from silence to shock.

After a short exchange, the stone in the snow ghost's heart finally landed, but he still deliberately kept such a distance.

Feng Xiaohan hesitated for a while, gave it some leftover barbecue, and found that this little thing was like a big white fat man, it could really be eaten......

On the second day, the moon rose, and suddenly in the snow, the fox fairy had two heads, one large and one small, looking around, and then burrowed out of the snow.

The snow ghost patted the snow from between his hair and asked, "What are your plans?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "To the north." ”

The snow ghost said mockingly, "To die?"

Feng Xiaohan said seriously: "Go live." ”

The snow ghost shook his head and said, "There is only death over there, I advise you not to go." ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at it and asked, "What's there?"

Instead of answering this question, the snow ghost said in surprise, "You don't know?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "I don't know where I'm looking for, so I'm going to go deeper into the cold mountain to have a look." ”

"Your kid will die in the cold mountains sooner or later. ”

The snow ghost sighed and said, "There is a rift valley ahead, but it is more like a cliff, and no beast can cross it. ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "I'm not a demon beast, and I've climbed a lot of cliffs. ”

"That's different, birds can't fly on this cliff, monkeys can't climb it, and even those strong people of the Demon Gate who can soar into the sky would rather take a long detour than choose to fly directly from above. ”

The snow ghost looked at him and said, "It is said that it is because there is something terrible under the rift. ”