The thin upper body that has not yet developed well is exposed to the cold wind of the snow-capped mountains, and the original sweat on the body has condensed into ice beads one by one.

The young man's face was as cold as an ice sculpture, holding a slender icicle in his hand, facing the air, and repeatedly making "stabbing" movements.

With each stab, the icicles cracked through the air.

The boy repeated the boring action again and again, but he did not slack off at all.

Xue Wuxian could see the weakness of the young man's body, he seemed to have reached the limit of his physical strength, and his arms were already a little weak.

Finally, with a plop, the child's feet went limp, and he sat down on the ground, and the icicle in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and then the bones rolled to the feet of Xue Wuji and the others.

Xue Wuxian bent down and picked up the icicle, only to find it suddenly.

The middle of this icicle is actually hollowed out, and it is covered with a few small air holes. No wonder...... Every time this kid stabs, it will drive the sound of the wind breaking the sky.

Snow Without a Trace took two steps up and handed the icicle to the child. And this young man just took it silently, without saying a word.

Without even looking at Du Wei, he took the icicle, turned around, and continued to do the simple and boring "stinging" action.

"This is the future guardian disciple trained by the Ice Clan!"

The old magician had already walked behind Xue Wuxian silently, and he looked at the young man, and the old magician's voice couldn't help but have a trace of strange emotion: "They stand in this ice and snow every day, and do this kind of repeated stabbing practice, three thousand five hundred times a day! And it can break the air without any sound, which is qualified. ”

Xue Wuxian looked at the thin and thin boy, at the childish face that was full of numbness and coldness....... The stairs are finally finished. This is already on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and to Xue Wuji's surprise, when he stepped on the last step of the stairs, all of a sudden, the heavens and the earth were silent! Originally, on this kind of peak, there would be constant strong winds all year round.

Can be crossed after this last step around

Everything was silent.

Looking up, there was silence in the sky, but there seemed to be a gap in the dense clouds, shining the sun directly on this peak.

In front of him is a huge platform, stepping on it, it feels very hard, and when I look down, I see the ground under my feet, the ice is shining, smooth and visible, and even can reflect the figure of a person. Huge platform above. The sun shines on the ice, creating a rainbow of light.

This huge plane is like a square.

"The big contest that takes place every ten years is held here. ”

The old magician pointed ahead, and saw in the far middle of the square.

On the top of more than a dozen steps, a huge ice stone in a circular land: "That is the location of the Ice Clan Patriarch." ”

When Xue Wuxian was about to ask something, the old magician shook his head and said in a low voice, "What you want to know, I will tell you later, the reason why I know these things is because I came here ten years ago. ”

Xue Wuxian looked at the position above, the ice stone, high up, but it looked so cold, even if he sat on it, he was afraid that it would not be comfortable!

And faintly, it seems that behind the ice stone, there seems to be a small corridor, all the way down, and I don't know where it leads.

Looking at it, the old magician suddenly whispered, "He's coming......"

A white figure slowly turned out from behind the seat of the Ice Clan Patriarch. A snow-white robe, in the sun.

It's like it's shining.

From afar, it looks like a god.

He stood there quietly, in Xue Wuxi's opinion, this peerless powerhouse looked like he was about fifty, his appearance was not outstanding, he was very ordinary, but he just stood there, and a glance swept over him, and everyone present looked at it in an instant.

Everyone who was swept by his eyes was imitated

The Buddha has the feeling that people have seen through everything in his heart! Those peerless powerhouses in the legend have an awe-inspiring atmosphere. Or the so-called domineering spirit. He just stood there.

But it gives people a feeling of extreme tranquility...... He just stood there, giving Xue Wuxian a strange illusion in his heart: he was here!

Even after another thousand years, he has been here for the first time in his life, and the snow has no trace from a person's body, and he actually has this feeling of "eternity"! This is no longer a feeling of "strong" or "weak", but ...... The man in front of him seems to be an eternal existence!

"Old friend, I'm here again!" the old magician was the first to speak, and he stared at the man in the distance, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, not knowing whether to be happy or afraid.

And the Ice Clan Patriarch stood here quietly. After a while, this peerless powerhouse, he ...... Without the slightest doubt, Xue Wuxian clearly saw that the peerless powerhouse in front of him started from the corner of his mouth, rippling a trace of laughter, and then this trace of laughter gradually spread.

"Old friend, you're back. ”

The voice of the Ice Clan Patriarch fell into everyone's ears word by word: "Tell me, is he that person?"

As he spoke, the Ice Clan Patriarch stretched out a finger and pointed at the snow from afar.

Xue Wuxian was pointed at by the other party, and he actually felt that his whole body seemed to have fallen into warm water, and that warm feeling made Xue Wuxian feel cold in his heart!

This feeling of being enveloped by the other party's breath made Xue Wuxian feel very uncomfortable in his heart, instinctively, he used his fighting spirit to resist this oppression, but to his shock, Xue Wuxian only felt as if his fighting spirit was imprisoned, and he couldn't mention it at all.

"Okay, old friend, his strength is still very weak, but he can't withstand your temptation!" Shaking his head, the old magician's right hand slowly stretched out, and a trace of white light shrouded Xue Wuji's body, and suddenly, the feeling of oppression on Xue Wuji's body disappeared, and unconsciously, Xue Wuxian half-squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

Shaking his head slightly, the Ice Clan Patriarch in front of him nodded to the five people who led the way, and then the five Ice Clan people didn't say a word, and immediately returned along the same road.