On the third day after leaving Ten Thousand Blades City, Fang Xin was walking in the bitterly cold wasteland, and he had passed through two more cities in the Northern Regions in the past few days, and he didn't stop long after making no discoveries.

As the largest area in the Yangtian world, many places in the Northern Regions are barren mountains and wastelands with harsh environments, and these barren mountains and wastelands are often uninhabited in the northern regions where the climate is already harsh.

At this moment, there is only one person walking in this nameless wasteland, but Fang Xin doesn't care about this, he won't let go of any place, even if the environment here is bad.

The wasteland without any shelter indulged in the already raging cold wind, although the heavy snow had stopped, but under the maintenance of low temperatures, the ground was still snow-white, and the snow-white wasteland reflected in Fang Xin's eyes made him feel a little dizzy, snow halo, this is the magical ability of nature.

Fang Xin's body was still dressed in a green shirt, the raging cold wind and icy temperature could not affect him, Fang Xin, who was originally the body of the thunder phoenix, had now awakened into a small chaotic body, this bit of wind chill was nothing to him at all.

For some reason, Fang Xin's heart had been a little panicked after Hu Sanqian escaped, and three days had passed since that time, but the panic in Fang Xin's heart still existed.

This inexplicable feeling has been haunting Fang Xinxin, making him restless for the past few days, and he can't find the reason.

Could it be that Hu Sanqian will still cause him trouble? But Hu Sanqian, who forcibly let the tiger soul out, must have already had his soul damaged, and although he escaped, he must be surviving, and time is running out, and now Hu Sanqian is not even as good as an ordinary person, so how can he cause trouble to him?

Fang Xin guessed that the escaped Hu Sanqian must be hiding in a secret place, and did not return to the Tiger Roar Sect, he, an outsider, could guess that returning to the Tiger Roar Sect in the current state of the Tiger Roar Sect would be persecuted by the second elder of the Tiger Roaring Sect, how could Hu Sanqian, who was already old and strong, not think that his old opponent would take the opportunity to attack him?

These letters had already been thought of, but why did that uneasy feeling still linger in his heart?

The cold wind made Fang Xin's mind very emotional, looking at the snow-white patch in the distance, Fang Xin was a little annoyed, and asked himself, "I didn't think of it there?"

"Huhu~" Only the cold wind whistling in Fang Xin answered, and he still had no answer.

It feels like it's a little ethereal after all, and Fang Xin has nowhere to find his roots.

Since he couldn't find the answer, Fang Xin simply didn't bother himself, holding the Luo Xun Pan in his hand, Fang Xin inserted his feet into the snow, and continued to walk forward one deep and one shallow.

"Hiss~" As Fang Xin was moving forward, Fang Xin's ears moved slightly, and he heard a different sound mixed in the howling cold wind.

It seems to be the sound of a snake, but to be able to make such a pronounced sound, this snake must be quite large.

"Hiss~" The sound became more and more obvious, Fang Xin's ears moved slightly, and he listened carefully.

After making sure that the voice was coming from above him, Fang Xin suddenly turned around, only to see a pair of red pythons with wings approaching him in the sky behind him, and the mouth of the two-winged python was spitting scarlet letters, and in the process of stretching and closing his snake letters, a few drops of turquoise venom flowed down, dripping on the snow and making a "zizi" sound.

A drop of turquoise venom fell into the snow, and a piece of snow around it was corroded, leaking out of the eroded ground.

Obviously, the corrosiveness contained in this turquoise venom is very sharp, and a drop of venom can be so powerful.

This two-winged python Fang Xin knew, although Fang Xin had never seen it before, but in the desolate beast illustrated book left by Tianshazhang, Fang Xin had seen a description of this two-winged red python, this is a low-level desolate beast two-winged poisonous python, can fly, extremely poisonous, is the king of low-level desolate beasts.

The aura on the body of this two-winged poisonous python in front of Fang Xin was not weak, it probably had the sevenfold cultivation of the transcendent realm, and its strength was not weak.

Seeing the two-winged poisonous python in front of him, Fang Xin was a little puzzled, most of the desolate beasts were active in a specific area, how could a two-winged poisonous python with a sevenfold cultivation of the transcendent realm appear in the wasteland of the northern region for no reason? This is a bit unreasonable.

"Little beast, you're really still around here!" While Fang Xin was wondering, a familiar voice came from Fang Xin's back of the two-winged python, this voice was a little hoarse, and it was full of too many emotions, anger, hatred, and resentment... There are almost all the negative emotions in it, which are hardly the emotions that a person should have.

Although this voice was a little hoarse, Fang Xin could still hear the owner of this voice, he was the Tiger Three Thousand, who had abolished himself three days ago and became the Great Elder of the Tiger Roar Sect who had escaped in front of Fang Xin.

The two-winged python slowly fell, its wings resting on the snow, a pair of snake eyes full of murderous intent, and the scarlet snake hissed.

After the wings of the two-winged python fell, Fang Xin saw the tiger Sanqian who was originally blocked, this was the second meeting between Fang Xin and Hu Sanqian, the first time they met, Hu Sanqian was still a man with white hair but still hard, although he looked old, he was already full of spirit.

But when I saw Hu Sanqian again, his hair was already dull dead gray, a pair of domineering tiger eyes were already full of death at this time, and his straight waist was completely rickety, anyone could see that this was a dying person.

Hu Sanqian was dragging his broken body and looking at Fang Xin viciously, and beside Hu Sanqian, there was a familiar and unfamiliar person Fang Xin.

This person was the Immortal Yuan Master who had a relationship in front of the Demon God Temple before, Fang Xin was familiar with him in Douzhan City, he often heard people sing legends about him, and what was unfamiliar was that Fang Xin had never had any communication with him.

The moment he saw this scene, Fang Xin had a bad premonition.

Hu Sanqian took the initiative to come to him on the desolate beast winged poisonous python, and there was also a legend in the Western Regions, Master Xianyuan.

Obviously, he didn't come to send him to death, so the purpose of his coming was obvious, he was here to let himself die, Fang Xin guessed a fact that he was very unwilling to accept.

"Little brute, why don't you speak? Don't you know me if you haven't seen me for three days?!" Hu Sanqian shook his head, as if he was crazy and asked Fang Xin.

Fang Xin ignored Hu Sanqian, who had now lost his mind, his eyes stared nervously at the Immortal Yuan Master who had been standing silently beside Hu Sanqian, he knew that Hu Sanqian was not the protagonist today, the Immortal Yuan Master beside him was.

"Master Xianyuan, are you here for the three thousand tigers?" Fang Xin didn't like to beat around the bush, he looked at the master of Xianyuan straightforwardly, and asked, directly ignoring the three thousand tigers beside him.