Walking out of the courtyard, it is a huge martial arts arena. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the center of the square, there stands a huge stone monument, desolate and quaint, with the slightest crack. The stele is a hundred feet high, but there is not a word, only splashed blood on it.

Walking past the stone monument, Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed slightly, the entire square was empty, but he clearly felt the killing intent hidden in the air, and the stone slab on the soles of his feet sometimes moved without a trace.

Behind the square is a huge temple!

The vicissitudes of life are majestic, as high as more than 100 zhang, located on the top of a thousand steps, like a fierce beast that has been crawling for thousands of years.

"Why are you up, get back to sleep for me!"

Under the thousand-step stairs, Sin Qianqiu lay on the stone lion next to the stairs, drowsy, and said with a sense of alcohol, "It's really the opposite, my Sin Qianqiu's apprentice didn't wake up, how can you wake up?"

Jun Qinghan ignored the sin and walked straight towards the stairs.

One-step!

Two steps!

............

Ten steps!

100 steps!

............

Jun Qinghan walked farther and farther, but his body became thinner and thinner. The Dao Qi in the body has not yet recovered, and coupled with the excessive blood loss before, the qi and blood are not good, and the body weakens in an instant.

On the thousand-step staircase, Jun Qinghan clenched his teeth, walked firmly, and climbed towards the main hall step by step.

It took half an hour, and when Jun Qinghan stepped on the last step of the ladder, his body shook and he almost fell.

The black-robed man shook his head and stared at the pale yellow temple!

- Snow Tower!

On the plaque, the big characters flying, like the dragon soaring, the phoenix singing for nine days, between the pen power tactfully, vigorous atmosphere, ethereal like a fairy, as if the north wind blowing, the frost sky is dancing with snow, sprinkled with ocean, and the falling stamen is colorful.

However, the big characters that soar are the color of blood red.

The air was instantly solemnized, full of bloody and mottled murderous machines, the snow drifted in the world and cried sadly, and the death battle Xuanhuang was three thousand miles!

Beneath the bloody handwriting, there is infinite hatred!

His arm trembled, and Jun Qinghan slowly pushed open the cold iron door......

"Squeak", the light in the hall was extremely dim, Jun Qinghan was wide-eyed, and he could only see the two blood-red thrones above the hall, and the scarlet blood stains were circulating, which was very dazzling.

Next to the throne, a dark figure stood with his back to Jun Qinghan.

With a "poof", the torches around it were lit, illuminating the entire hall with bright lights, and in an instant, the dark metal light was reflected.

Facing away from Jun Qinghan's figure, the sleeve robe waved, and it swept across his cheeks without a trace, and then turned to look at the black-robed young man in front of him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Han'er, what's the matter?"

Under the main hall, Jun Qinghan looked stunned, looking at the light reflected from the tears on Xiao Wanjun's cheeks, his fists clenched, and his nails pierced into his palms again.

"Khooth!"

Suddenly, Jun Qinghan knocked on his knees, knelt down heavily, leaned down, and his voice trembled: "Mother!"

The slightly hoarse voice continued to echo in the hall, reaching the ears of the women in the hall, Xiao Wanjun was suddenly stunned, standing in place, looking at Jun Qinghan below, tears crossed the corners of her eyes.

Long...... Xiao Wanjun's body trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked a little overwhelmed.

"Alas!"

The old man went down to the hall and hugged Jun Qinghan in his arms, tears kept slipping, and his voice was choked, "Han'er, my Han'er, my son...... In the future, my mother will never let you leave again, and I will never let you get hurt again, my son, my mother is sorry for you......"

Jun Qinghan raised his head, melted away the iron blue and cold on his face, stretched out his hands to wipe away the tears on Xiao Wanjun's cheeks, and said with a smile: "I am your son, how can a mother bear the suffering of her child, Han'er understands, really understands."

looked at Jun Qinghan, who was full of smiles on his face, like a child, hugged him tightly, and cried and laughed.

"Han'er, come ...... Hurry up, it's cold on the ground, go back and lie down", Xiao Wanjun suddenly got up, helped Jun Qinghan up, and said a little anxiously.

Jun Qinghan shook his head, pointed to the blood-red throne in the main hall, stared at Xiao Wanjun and said, "Mother, the child is back, don't be the master of the Drifting Snow Mansion in the future, I will destroy the Heavenly Tower, and the Heavenly Clan Han'er will destroy it!"

"Good...... Okay, don't do it, don't do it, your uncle and Uncle Feng are back, and your mother will naturally not be the owner of the Drifting Snow Building. From then on, I accompanied Han'er every day."

With that, the two walked out of the Drifting Snow Building.

"Stinky boy, call uncle!"

As soon as he walked down the thousand-step stairs, he found Xiao Junlu wearing a blood-red robe, standing in front of the two of them like an iron tower, saying with a domineering face, and his eyes were fierce towards Jun Qinghan.

Jun was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiao Jun and said, "Why?"

"Just because Lao Tzu saved your life, because I am your mother's brother, why can't I do it?" Xiao Jun waved his blood-red robe, and said commandingly, looking at Jun Qinghan with a hint of cunning.

"You don't dare to kill pigs!" Jun said indifferently.

The corners of Xiao Jun's mouth trembled, "You still have to scream, you must know that Lao Tzu kills people and does not kill pigs."

"You're afraid of your wife!"

Xiao Jun's fist squeezed slightly, "I love it, the kid knows what love is, call it quickly!"

"You were chased and beaten by the white-robed ancient worshippers!"

Xiao Junlu was furious, his face turned red with anger, "You wait for me, stinky boy see how I clean you up", before the words fell, Xiao Junlu flew away with a smoke, and his face was already green.

"He didn't dare to kill pigs, he was afraid of his wife, he was chased and beaten!

Xiao Jun left, Jun smiled indifferently, "Mother, let's go!"

"How can you be so angry with your uncle, just the one in front, and the back says that he was chased and ran, but you must know that your uncle has never been defeated since his debut, on the Dragon Killing Cliff, if it is really a matter of life and death, the one who died must be worshiped by the white robe Gu!"

"That still makes me bleed so much", Jun Qinghan was immediately a little dissatisfied, "Mother, your son now has twenty meridians for cultivating flags, and I'm a little embarrassed that he came empty-handed like this!"

"Twenty", Xiao Wanjun looked at Jun Qinghan's exclamation, and then her face was full of joy, and she knocked on Jun Qinghan's head, "Little slippery head...... However, in the past 20 years or so, you have collected a lot of exercises, and with your current realm, it should be enough."

"Mother, could it be that there are twenty White Flag Exercises in Piaoxue Building?"

Jun Qinghan looked at Xiao Wanjun and said teasingly.

Xiao Wanjun was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to understand what Jun Qinghan meant, but for a moment, she looked at Jun Qinghan in horror, and said in a lost voice: "Twenty meridians that can withstand the White Flag Exercise?!"

Without waiting for Jun Qinghan to nod, Xiao Wanjun suddenly turned around and looked at the direction in which Xiao Jun was leaving, with a rebuke in her voice:

"Xiao Junlu, come back to me!"

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"If you don't come back, I'll go find Xiying!" Seeing that Xiao Jun would not come for a long time, Xiao Wanjun said viciously.

With a "whoosh", but only half a breath, a blood-red figure crossed the void, and instantly landed in front of Jun Qinghan. Xiao Junlu looked at Jun Qinghan with a cold face, "What's the matter, kid figured it out?"

Xiao Wanjun snorted coldly and glanced at Xiao Jun, and said indifferently: "Bring it!"

"What did you bring it?" Xiao Junlu touched his head and said suspiciously.

"Give me the exercises you practice", Xiao Wanjun looked at his blood-robed eldest brother and said a little arrogantly, "Han'er is my son, the young master of the hidden clan, shouldn't you give a meeting gift?"

Xiao Jun was furious, "Stinky boy, what to give ......" Before he finished speaking, the blood-robed man only heard Xiao Wanjun snort coldly.

"Give, you must give", Xiao Junlu immediately said generously, with a bold face, his wide palm wiped the ring, took out a scroll of exercises in the corner, threw it to Jun Qinghan, and said with high spirits:

"This is a black flag exercise, the kid practice well, Lao Tzu is very optimistic about you!"

Xiao Wanjun's face changed, "I went to find Xiying, I didn't expect to kill the gods, and I was so stingy", after speaking, he waved his robe and was about to leave.

The corners of Xiao Jun's mouth trembled, and he took out a scroll of exercises from the ring as fast as lightning, "This is the White Flag Exercise, it depends on how many years it will take you kid to reach which realm!"

"Xiao Jun kills!!"

Xiao Wanjun said loudly, her voice was extremely harsh, "Just your few volumes of broken exercises, whatever you hide, give me Han'er", said, without waiting for the blood-robed man to reply, Xiao Wanjun directly took off Xiao Jun's ring, threw it to Jun Qinghan, and said in a rambling voice: "A few volumes of white flag exercises are amazing, my Han'er has twenty white flag meridians!"

"Twenty?!"

Xiao Jun's expression was slightly shocked, and then his face was pale and serious, and he said:

"If that's the case, there is a volume of exercises that suits him very well!"