Western Regions, White Camel Mountain.

On the White Camel Mountain, which is covered with snow all year round, there is a row of endless buildings on the top of the rugged and winding mountain road, and this easy to defend and difficult to attack place is Ouyang Feng's base camp, the White Camel Mountain Villa.

In the back row of the villa, close to a quiet and hidden martial arts arena on the edge of the cliff, a middle-aged strong man with half-black and half-white hair stood in the center of the field, and a little snowflake seemed to appear in mid-air out of thin air, falling into the air.

Patches of snow eroded the strong man's hair, rendering the little black on his head white, and the bluestone bricks that should have been covered in the martial arts arena were also covered with a thick layer of snow, making it impossible to guess its original appearance.

The green pines, stone piers, and weapon racks are all rendered in white, this is the world of snow, different from the sunny days under the mountain, it seems to be isolated from the world, there is no strife, there is no fighting, there is only the whining wind that keeps pouring into the ears.

Zizizi.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the snowflakes on the strong man's head are gradually melting at the moment, a puff of green smoke continues to emerge above his head, the wet hair instantly turns dry, the long hair is scattered, and the man has half of his face and cheeks, looking extremely rough.

A pair of eyes are deep, the bridge of the nose is high, and the straight posture is unusually tall, but seeing that the man's cheeks are slightly agitated at this moment, his palms are instantly covered with green tendons, and his arms seem to have swelled a circle.

As the man slowly exhaled a breath of white air, his right palm pushed forward violently, and an invisible wave of qi cut through the flying snow.

Bang!!!!

Three feet away, a stone pier hugged by two people immediately exploded, and the gravel was torn apart and bounced to the ground.

Aggressive.

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps coming from the snow behind the man, and a handsome young man in white came quickly, walked into the martial arts arena, and first looked at the big stone pier that was broken into stone slag, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then he gathered his mind, lowered his center of gravity, so that the footsteps would not be so eye-catching, quietly came behind the man, and said respectfully: "Congratulations to Master Tai, the magic has gone further." ”

When the man heard this, his face was impermanent, and his eagle-sharp eyes swept over the green pine in front of him, and he snorted coldly: "There is a sound in the footing, and your heart is impetuous, you don't want to stay in the practice room to practice, come to me to do something." ”

Although the man did not reprimand, the young man was very frightened when he heard this, and heard that the man was accusing him of his low attainments in light skills, so he wiped the non-existent sweat stains with some shame, and said with a red face: "Master Tai, I disappointed you." ”

The man is Ouyang Feng, the western poison, these days, he has been staying in the White Camel Villa to recuperate, and countless precious treasures and medicines are blessed every day, making his complexion more and more youthful, and there is a trend of rejuvenation.

Just looking at the back, I really can't see that this person is actually seventy or eighty years old, his tall and strong body says that he is a prime of life, and most people will not doubt it, and the skin on his face is tight and ruddy, and his blood is also full of qi and blood like a fierce beast.

Yang Guo was beside him, like a small candle and a big fire, and the light really couldn't compare with him.

"Humph! Still trying to catch up with that man, with your current progress, it is still unknown whether you will be qualified to fight in the next ten years. ”

Walking forward, Ouyang Feng came to the bottom of the three green pines, and with a flick of his robe, the snow on the stone table and stone bench was immediately blown away by the strong wind, and it was swept away, revealing their original appearance.

Striding on the stone bench, Ouyang Feng took out a small porcelain pot, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and raised his head to take a sip, he didn't know what it was, but he saw a mouthful of unknown liquid in his stomach, and Ouyang Feng's resolute face immediately gushed out a touch of ruddy.

Seeing Ouyang Feng put the porcelain pot close to his body with the lid on it, Yang Guo followed closely, he knew that this was a medicinal wine made by Ouyang Feng ordered many divine doctors to refine thirty-six kinds of precious medicinal materials, which was a great tonic, and there were countless benefits for people who practiced martial arts, and Ouyang Feng had to drink a sip every day.

Standing firmly behind Ouyang Feng, Yang Guo showed a wry smile: "Guo'er knows the gap between himself and Brother Dongzhang, but Guo'er is still young at the moment, and he will definitely be able to catch up with him in his lifetime, and he will definitely not disappoint Master Tai." ”

"Huh"

Hearing this, a sneer appeared, Ouyang Feng looked sideways at Yang Guo, who was waiting slightly behind him, and said, "You are here, just talking to me about this nonsense?" ”

"Ugh"

After straightening up his mind slightly, Yang Guo looked at Ouyang Feng's knife-like side face, and said in a deep voice: "Master Tai, the Central Plains Martial Arts, there is a big event." ”

"Say."

"Brother Dongzhang, with the Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, and the Southern Emperor are on the same page."

"Huh?"

Yang Guo found that when he finished saying this, a terrifying momentum suddenly erupted in front of him, causing the snowflakes that fell in the air to swing outward, and none of them could not enter, and an unparalleled wave of qi rose to Ouyang Feng's body, and it was rising steadily.

"No matter how big or small, auspicious and clear."

Swallowing nervously, under the pressure of Ouyang Feng's momentum, a drop of cold sweat finally slipped on Yang Guo's forehead, which was the fear of the inferior facing the superior.

"It's the eighth day of the lunar month, and the three of them will have a decisive battle on the top of Mount Hua."

After listening to Yang Guo's remarks, Ouyang Feng was silent for a long time, his knuckles unconsciously knocked on the stone table, making a sound of ascending, seeing that he was pondering, Yang Guo behind him did not dare to breathe, and quietly waited for a response.

"Hahaha, it seems that that kid will do something, one person broke into the main altar called Huazi alone, and fought with Hong Qi and Yideng, hehehehe, worthy of being my student"

Now, Ouyang Feng no longer resists Dongzhang, a cheap student, but directly admits that even in front of outsiders, he bluntly admits that Dongzhang is his student.

and faintly proud of Dongzhang, because he found that Dongzhang was too similar to him, and he was young.

This kind of sympathy is not related to age, it is for the appreciation of the same smell, that man is arbitrary, decisive, and ruthless, Ouyang Feng can be said to appreciate the more he touches.

Although it is mostly as an opposite, this does not prevent him from liking Dongzhang, and he also tried to win over Dongzhang to work for him, but he was rejected on the spot without accident, but the liking in his heart became stronger and stronger.

is not as cautious as Yang Guo's words and deeds, Dongzhang is not worthy of his name of Western poison in front of him, what to say, straight to the point, as far as the peers are concerned, this is the most comfortable point for Ouyang Feng.

A person like him has lived most of his life, and what sycophancy has not been seen? Wasn't Yang Kang, the former King of Jin, respectful in front of him?

What's the use of that, this kind of behavior makes him look down on him even more, and he is not a bird.

It is true that Yang Guo's qualifications are very high, but he has not experienced the tempering of the world, his heart is still that of a child, and he has not completely gotten rid of the shackles of etiquette and secular religion, such a junior should be deeply loved by Hong Qigong and Yideng, but Ouyang Feng does not like step-by-step children very much.

The sword is on the sidelines, this is the junior that Ouyang Feng admires, because he doesn't have much time, and he doesn't have time to spend more than ten or twenty years waiting for the rise of a genius.

To say that he is moody is nothing more than a feeling that his time is running out, so he has no patience.

"Come on."

"It's over."

"Gather all the men and go down the mountain."

"But to the Central Plains?"

Yang Guo is not stupid, and he is even very smart, and he knows what Ouyang Feng means when he hears it.

"Well, two to one, hehehethe top of Huashan, there should be a break, Dongzhang, I'm a teacher, I'll give you a big gift"

got up and walked towards the inner hall, Ouyang Feng's face was full of coldness (end of this chapter)