Zhao Shenyan, the fourth of the six heroes of Yunyan, was pacing back and forth on the square paved with white marble bricks with his fairy sword, and it was now noon, and the disciples of Yunyanmen had basically gone back to their rooms to rest. He was the only one in the huge cloud smoke square.

"Yunyanmen ......" A voice suddenly sounded at the archway at the end of the stone steps, the voice was sweet and gentle, like a string of wind chimes swaying in the wind.

Zhao Shenyan looked over there and found a woman standing under the archway engraved with the words "Yunyanmen".

That woman was incredibly beautiful. Her hair was colored, like the glow of the sky, soft and natural, silently clinging to her porcelain-like translucent skin. She has a good figure, standing tall and graceful, and her body is wrapped in white silk yarn, like a blooming white lotus. Snowflakes fluttered and fell all over the stone steps, and this fairy-like woman actually carried her shoes and socks in her hands and stepped on the snow with a pair of bare feet. The pair of barefoot feet were small and delicate, like a pair of extremely fine porcelain, white as snow, and the round toes were pink.

Looking at the woman's peerless face, Zhao Shenyan couldn't even think of what words to use to describe it. It is a face of "hibiscus is like a face and willow is like an eyebrow", it is a face that "looks back and smiles at a hundred beautiful people, and the six palaces have no color", and it is a face that can "captivate the city and the country". She smiled lightly, if the flowers were in full bloom, she lowered her eyebrows and tactfully, it was a falling goose and a sinking fish.

Zhao Shenyan was stunned for a while, and he forgot that he still had a marriage contract.

"Childe, is Zhuo Yun in charge?" The woman's lips opened slightly, and her slender fingers were hidden around her mouth, so noble and elegant.

"You...... Are you looking for ...... Master? Zhao Shenyan has always loved a straight face, but in the face of this woman, he rarely smiled.

"Yes," the woman smiled sweetly, "the little woman is waiting here." ”

"But the head of the house is resting now, and my sister should come in first and sit down, it's quite cold outside." Zhao Shenyan shook his head, regained his senses a little, and said. The head of the sect meditates and rests at this time of the day, and he has stressed that no one should disturb him at this time.

"You go and tell the boss that Kasumi is back." The woman smiled shallowly, and there was a hint of sadness in her smile.

"Kasumi? Is my sister's name Kasumi? But I've never heard the boss talk about my sister. The boss said that no one should disturb his rest. My sister should go with me to the backyard for a bowl of tea. Zhao Shenyan shook his head, he was the most stubborn of the Six Heroes of Yunyan.

"Didn't he tell you about me? Haven't mentioned it once in forty-nine years? The woman's bright eyes suddenly dimmed, and she sighed softly.

"Men, or righteous men, are always reluctant to admit what they have done. Even if the original person stood in front of him, he would have avoided it with his eyes. ”

"I'm sorry, I'll go find him personally." The woman's eyebrows and eyes were slightly horizontal, revealing a cold light. Her slender fingers moved forward, and Zhao Shenyan felt a chill instantly climb from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

When the woman stepped barefoot and walked past Zhao Shenyan, he actually turned into an ice sculpture. The light blue ice crystals were attached to his face, and he couldn't move, and the fairy sword was still in his arms, and his face remained stunned.

At the last second before he lost consciousness, he smelled the peculiar aroma of a woman, which was the smell of the sea.

"Who? How dare you trespass on the cloud smoke gate? A voice came from the depths of the smoke and snowflakes of the incense burner, and a white shadow flashed, and a cloud dragon erupted.

The woman did not dodge or dodge, the corners of her mouth were flat, her fingers were a little bit, and the cloud dragon flew halfway, turned into an ice dragon out of thin air, fell to the ground, shattered into pieces of ice slag, rolled on the white marble slate, and wrapped in white snow.

Hiding in the depths of the clouds, the woman was startled, and the woman dissolved his Yunyan sword technique with a slight movement of her fingers. There was a coldness in the surging spiritual power on her body, which made people feel dull in her chest, as if she was pressing a boulder, and she couldn't breathe. What a powerful force is this? This woman's cultivation may be far above her own.

The smoke suddenly froze, and he felt a throbbing in his heart, and an ominous premonition spread rapidly. But just as he was about to retreat, his feet were stuck to the ground and he couldn't move. He looked down slightly, and saw a thick layer of blue frost crawling up his ankles from the ground, followed by his calves, thighs, his waist and abdomen......

He felt like he was being firmly entangled in an ice python, and even the slightest movement of his fingers was a luxury. Soon, like Zhao Shenyan, he turned into an ice sculpture.

The woman raised her eyes suddenly, the blue light flashed, and a wave of domineering air blew out. With her as the center, all the clouds and snowflakes in the entire square paved with white marble bricks were blown away, and it was empty, leaving only her and the two static ice sculptures. She continued to walk, like a princess from an iceberg.

The clouds and mist blew away, and the figures of the other four heroes hiding behind Yu Yan were exposed, and they felt the powerful aura on the woman's body, and they couldn't help but retreat backwards one by one, as if the Peugeot woman standing in front of them was a flood beast.

Facing them, the woman didn't say a word, her fingers pointed forward again, a fatal action, and the cold blue light would forbid everything it touched.

Blue frost appeared one after another at the feet of Song Dayan, Chen Changyan, Meng Qingyan and Liu Ruyan. In less than two seconds, the remaining four people will also be transformed into motionless decorations in the white marble square like the previous two. The blue ice sculpture seemed to exist to flatter the woman's frosty temperament.

"Hugh is presumptuous!" A clear whistle came, the white light suddenly brightened, and the clouds and mist appeared on the white marble square again. A figure came through the clouds, he stepped through the snow, and a warmth gradually rose in the place where he passed, and the blue frost that was about to climb the waists and abdomen of the four people melted one by one, and their feet immediately regained their mobility.

The white robe floated by, and the gray cloud and smoke texture on it seemed to come to life, melodious and fluttering. A toned man appeared in the air, he was handsome and graceful. Although his hair was dark gray, with a strand of gray hair sandwiched between them, there was not a single wrinkle on his face. Strong muscles float under the white robe, like mountains and rocks. His expression was resolute, and no mature man had the same majestic aura as his.

With a tap of his toes, the gray-haired man floated past the iceberg-like woman and landed a meter behind her, neither close nor far away. He carried his hands behind his back, never looking back, and his half-length gray hair was tied behind his head, fluttering in the wind.

"Master Zhuoyun, you are finally willing to come out to see me." The woman turned her back to the gray-haired man, raised her head, and looked at the clouds and smoke in the sky. The snowflakes were falling one after another, and she stood on top of the shallow snow, like a frightening fright.

"You're not trying to say you've forgotten who I am, are you?" The woman's voice was cold, as if there was an ice edge hidden in it, and as long as she raised her eyebrows slightly, it could penetrate the listener's heart.

"She's dead, and you're a bewitch who imitates her face and bewitches people's hearts." As soon as the gray-haired man's voice fell, the clouds and smoke suddenly rose on his straight back, intertwined into a magnificent picture, like a parade of immortals flying from the sky, bringing thousands of clouds and mist with him.

The gray-white smoke instantly turned into white dragons, fangs and claws, scales and claws flying. They twisted together, spewing majestic spiritual power, and came towards the woman behind them. In the face of such a graceful woman, the white dragons had no pity for the jade, and wherever they passed, the storm was rushing.

"Click!" The blue light flickered, and a huge spear suddenly appeared in the woman's hand. The spear was nearly three meters long, dark blue, and the tip of the huge spear was covered with hoarfrost. The wave-like lines rolled on the gun's body, revealing an extremely cold aura all the time.

The woman held a spear and stabbed at the rushing white dragon. The light flickered, and the huge spiritual power produced an extremely strong shock wave when it collided with each other. Every snowflake in the sky was shattered, and the white powder fell around the woman, frozen into blue ice crystals.