"What's going on?" Ling Han hurriedly withdrew his left leg. Suddenly, the wind disappeared, and it was still sunny and sunny.

The ordinary mountain road in his eyes seems to hide some mystery, which is very strange.

"Could it be a formation?" Ling Han thought to himself. The Shen family is known as the "Qi Array Double Unique", and there must be its own uniqueness in the formation, it seems that today's trial seems simple, but it is actually very dangerous.

Fang Cai Ling Han was defenseless, and almost landed, he stabilized his mind a little, luck was all over his body, and as soon as he lifted his legs, the whole person stepped on the first step.

The cold wind blew darkly, slightly mixed with some ice crystals, that is, the water vapor in the air was cooled and condensed, mixed with the cold wind, so that people could not open their eyes. It was still Tianhe Jingming just now, and as soon as he went up the steps, he instantly slashed and slashed his sword. Ling Han couldn't help but secretly think: Stealing the sky and changing the day, changing the wind and clouds, could this be the terrifying thing about the Shen family's formation?

Ling Han held the flat pole in one hand and blocked his head and eye with the other, and walked towards the wind.

The two buckets of water that Ling Han was carrying instantly froze, and the barrels almost burst. And the cold wind blew the wooden barrel, swaying and swaying, it was extremely difficult to balance, Rao is Ling Han had carried the burden for three months, and he still couldn't control it with one hand, so he had to withdraw the hand blocking his head and face and stabilize the flat burden, but in an instant, the cold wind was like a knife, and the knife cut into Ling Han's head and face, his face was in hot pain, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

Although Ling Han was armed with an ice condensation cyclone, his own cold-resistant ability was stronger than that of a normal person, but not only the cold here, but also the cold wind, like the spiritual pressure of a martial arts master, was unbearable.

Ling Han walked against the wind step by step, exerting more effort than usual at each step, and enduring greater pain. The tenacious character plays a role here, the more others look down on themselves, the stronger they are, the more difficult they are like Mount Tai, the more they want to be a green pine on the top of the mountain!

Ling Han said silently in his heart: Gather qi into silk, gather silk into a thread, slowly condense it, and it is easy to break if it is urgent...... It was the Qi practice method that was strong that day. The more Ling Han concentrated, the more true qi swam away from the sea of qi, and the more true qi reached his skin, gradually forming a resistance to the cold wind, making the stinging sensation in his skin lighter and lighter.

Ling Han broke through the invasion of the cold wind, he walked faster and faster, but the wind he felt was getting smaller and smaller, but the wooden barrel was cracked by the ice cubes, and as the cold wind became smaller and the temperature increased, it had begun to leak "tick-tock".

There were more than 100 steps up, the wind stopped, and in front of Ling Han, it was not dim, but as clear as before the first order.

Ling Han looked back at the way he had come from, and found that on the steps behind him, there were already many children of trials, and it seemed that he had surpassed many people. And on the mountain road in front of them, there are still many children slowly moving forward.

Ling Han shook the hoarfrost on his hair, it was caused by the circulation of true qi that heated himself. In fact, Ling Han didn't need to shake it off and couldn't see it, because his hair was originally gray.

Ling Han rested for a moment and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

What will the next level look like?

Ling Han's heart was crossed, and he stepped on another step.

A strong fragrance of flowers came to my nose! Looking at the side of the mountain road, there were actually clusters of flowers, full of flowers.

There is a peony in front of him!"Rich and noble, a hundred flowers bow their heads and worship Fangchen", Ling Han couldn't help but stop and watch.

When he was in the Ling family, because he had nothing to do, he also planted flowers and raised flowers, and read some gardening books, but he only raised peonies by himself, and there was no sign of wealth. Because of this, the florists of the Ling Mansion were secretly spreading: "In the end, it is the son of the partial house, and he refuses to give him a good color even for flowers!" For this reason, Ling Han was really gloomy for a long time.

And looking at this boundless sea of flowers today, Ling Han felt really feasted his eyes! Ling Han looked east and west, this one was also beautiful, and that one was also gorgeous, he couldn't put it down. Time flies, Ling Han is still nostalgic for the sea of flowers, but the two buckets of water oozing out more, and only half a bucket of water is left in the two buckets.

Ling Han suddenly remembered that he was still trying and could no longer linger in this sea of flowers, so he picked up the bucket and just took a step when he heard a call from behind:

"Childe, please stay!"

Ling Han stopped and turned around, and was stunned for a moment, only to see a woman in pink standing among the peony flowers, the woman was round and jade, generous, and had a pair of apricot eyes. Seeing Ling Han's eyes straightening when she looked at her, the woman smiled slightly and said, "Idiot, do you still want to stay?"

Listening to the woman's pun, Ling Han's face was full of shame, "I, I, who are you?

"Idiot, I'm a peony fairy. The woman Yingying moved, turned her back to Ling Han, raised her hand slightly, twisted a petal, and whispered, "There are a hundred flowers in spring, there is a moon in autumn, there is a cool breeze in summer, and there is snow in winter!"

Then he moved lightly, faced Ling Han, and asked with a gentle gaze: "Childe, would you like to accompany me every day to enjoy the flowers, play the piano, chant poems, and paint?"

Confidante, red sleeves and fragrance, is the feeling that many men dream of, not to mention the peony fairy in front of him.

"I'm willing!" Ling Han blurted out, just feeling wrong for a moment, if he was here to accompany the peony fairy, how could his parents' revenge be avenged.

"But...... No!" Ling Han shook his head again, reluctantly glanced at the woman who was as gentle as jade and breathed like an orchid, and as soon as he lowered his head, his whole head plunged into the bucket, "I want to be sober!"

Ling Han raised his head, water drops dripping down his hair, the peony fairy in front of him was still so delicate and moving, but there was a certain sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry fairy, I, Ling Han, am just a mortal, not worthy of you, and I still have a deep blood revenge to avenge, so I can't be nostalgic here. I'm leaving!" Ling Han's eyes were filled with determination.

"When is the time for retribution!Childe, take care!" the peony fairy hid her face and left.

"She cried for me!" Ling Han said in his heart, as if a boulder had been blocked in his chest.

With a certain mind, Ling Han no longer has nostalgia, he has passed among the flowers, the leaves do not stick to his body, and after a while, he walked out of the sea of peony flowers.

There was another faint fragrance ahead.

It is actually a rose bush, the yellow rose is fresh and elegant, the red rose is light and spitting Danxia, the black rose is like a shining pearl, the white rose is like the white jade flawless, attracting the bees to groan softly, and the colorful butterflies to fly.

Ling Han couldn't help but want to pick one of them.

"Stop! dare to touch my flowers!" a coquettish cry sounded in his ears.

Ling Han's hand shook in shock, a flower thorn pierced Ling Han's finger, and a drop of blood flowed out.

Ling Han looked up and saw that a young woman in a red tights was glaring at her. The red dress wrapped the woman's graceful curves, indescribably sexy, the corners of the mouth raised and the angry face indescribably cold!

"Look at the move!" The woman didn't say much, and a short thorn in her hand beckoned towards Ling Han!

Ling Han hurriedly retreated, and the woman didn't stop, and after eleven stabs, Ling Han also took eleven steps back.

The woman was embarrassed, her face flushed with red clouds, and she stabbed quickly. It's just that there was a flower stem in front of him that just tripped over the woman's feet, and the woman's center of gravity was unstable, and she fell straight towards Ling Han in a panic.

Seeing that the woman was about to fall, Ling Han hurriedly stepped forward to meet her, holding the woman's thin waist with one hand, and the woman fell into Ling Han's arms, Ling Han retreated backwards, unloading a lot of impact.

But the bucket on her shoulder shook violently, splashing a lot of water, but the woman was unharmed!

"Shhh

Ling Han hugged the woman's thin waist and looked at each other.

"You, don't you matter, why do you want to save me!" the woman felt a little flustered when she saw that she had stabbed Ling Han.

"I can't just watch the girl fall and stand by!" Ling Han said with a frown.

The woman suddenly found that she was still in Ling Han's arms, and she suddenly broke out and pulled out the short thorn with her hand.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry!" the woman had a puddle of clear water in her eyes, and she didn't know what to do.

"It's okay!" Ling Han checked, "No bones!"

"Why do you want to pick my flowers? If you don't pick my flowers, how can I hurt you!" the woman felt a little rude, but her mouth was still unconvinced.

"Everyone has a love for beauty!Just like I saw you, you are so beautiful, although you hurt me, I still can't hate you!" Ling Han said.

"Flim tongue!" Although the woman said this, she was still very useful in her heart, and lowered her head a little shyly, and instantly raised it again, staring at her watery eyes and asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course, I can't say how beautiful the girl is, I can only describe it with a poem I have seen: one cares about the city, and then the country!" Ling Han said.

"Oily tone!" the woman turned to joy: "You're not bad!

"Under Ling Han, I don't know the girl's name?" Ling Han said.

"Ling Han, Ling Han, my name is not good!My name is Xiao Qiang!" the woman said.

"Xiao Qiang, Xiao Qiang, the name is not good!" Ling Han learned Xiao Qiang's tone.

"Don't learn from me!" Qiang pursed. "Don't move!"

Xiao Qiang picked a few rose petals, put them in her mouth and chewed them, then spit them on her hand and gently applied them to Ling Han's injured and bleeding shoulder. A cool burst of coolness came through the clothes.

Ling Han looked at Xiao Qiang's focused appearance, and his heart was like a deer. Wanhua foiled one person, Yiren was graceful and delicate, and Ling Han was fascinated by it.

"Your face is red, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Qiang leaned over and looked at Ling Han's red face curiously.

A gentle breeze blows, bringing with it the scent of roses.

Ling Han involuntarily grabbed Xiao Qiang's waist with one hand, and his fiery lips were imprinted on Xiao Qiang's cherry lips.

"You!hmm......" Xiao Qiang struggled slightly, and then her body went limp, and she fell into Ling Han's arms.

After a long time, Ling Han raised his head suddenly! He looked down at Xiao Qiang in his arms again, only to see Xiao Qiang's charming eyes full of spring, her eyelashes were stained with water droplets, her face was like a peach and plum, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, Ling Han hurriedly pushed Xiao Qiang away.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Qiang, who was immersed in happiness, didn't know what happened to Ling Han, and asked puzzled.

Ling Han slapped himself twice!

"What are you doing?" Xiao Qiang hurriedly grabbed Ling Han's arm.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kissed you!" Ling Han's face was hot, and his heart was also hot.

"I, I don't blame you!" said Xiao Qiang shyly.

"But I can't stay here, I have to go!" Ling Han said.

"Are you willing?" asked Xiao Qiang, and with that, the red little mouth came up again.

Ling Han really wanted to kiss Fang Ze again, but a thought jumped out of his heart, "No! this is an illusion!" Ling Han hurriedly pushed Xiao Qiang away, "I have to go!"

"Ling Han, let's go, I hate you!" Xiao Qiang shouted loudly, two lines of tears flowed out of Xiao Wei's eyes, which made people extremely pitiful for a while.

Ling Han really wanted to help her wipe away her tears, but she couldn't move.

"Let's go, I don't want to see you again!"

Ling Han's heart was as strong as iron. As soon as he turned around, he strode out of the rose bush. I don't know if it was the water splashed from the wooden barrel, Ling Han felt that his face was wet, and he silently wiped away the sour taste.

The stone steps were still stretching, and in fact, the mountain road that was not as good as the thousand steps made Ling Han walk for a long time.

Unconsciously, before the night fell, I saw a white shadow standing on the mountain road in front of me, but beside me was a cold plum.