With this frog chirping, countless winds and sand gathered from all directions, forming an image of a sand man in the middle of the square.

After a few moments, the sandman disintegrated, and out of it came a clear-looking old man with two bright eyes, like two knives.

The old man's eyes swept around, and finally stopped at He Xuanyuan, the head of the Shacheng Holy Hall, and the latter's stunned expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"Division...... Master, how could it be you? You...... Aren't you already ......?"

"Why can't it be me?" the old man snorted.

Before the words fell, He Xuanyuan had already knelt down with a "plop", and shouted almost in tears: "Master, it turns out that you are not dead, disciple...... Disciples, see your old man's house. ”

Everyone was stunned, He Xuanyuan was the head of the Shacheng Holy Hall, one of the most powerful people in the cultivation world, and now he was actually kneeling down to a person in front of the public, which was simply appalling.

Listening to him say "Master" again and again, a legendary name flashed in everyone's hearts - boiled ice.

He Xuanyuan's master, Bai Zhubing, was the previous head of the Shacheng Holy Church, and he was also recognized as the most outstanding head in the history of the Shacheng Holy Church.

Not only is he extremely talented and extremely cultivated, but he is also very good at cultivating disciples and managing sects, and when he was in power, the reputation of the Shacheng Holy Hall has always been quite good among the three major heavenly sects.

He Xuanyuan is his disciple, Wang Zhisheng and Qin Huan are his junior disciples, it can be said that if it weren't for one outing, the current Shacheng Holy Hall would still be his master.

However, 100 years ago, Bai Bing suddenly disappeared during a trip and has not been heard from since.

Over time. Everyone felt that something had happened to him. For the sect to develop normally. The Council of Elders decided to let his eldest disciple He Xuanyuan inherit his position as the head of the sect, and let his two junior disciples, Wang Zhisheng and Qin Huan, assist He Xuanyuan.

I have to say that there is a relatively big gap between He Xuanyuan and Bai Boiled Ice in terms of ability.

A hundred years have passed, not to mention that the reputation of the Shacheng Holy Hall is getting worse and worse, and there has also been a certain amount of infighting within the sect, and He Xuanyuan himself has been overshadowed by Wang Zhisheng and Qin Huan, and has become a veritable puppet leader.

And now, boiled ice, which has long been thought to be dead, suddenly appears. This made He Xuanyuan almost cry with excitement.

On the one hand, it is because of the deep love between master and apprentice, and on the other hand, it is also because he believes in his heart that since the master has arrived, today's matter will definitely be solved perfectly.

Bai Bingbing didn't help He Xuanyuan, but just snorted coldly and said, "Useless things." ”

And He Xuanyuan didn't dare to fight back, but just resignedly: "The disciple is useless, you have disappointed Master." ”

Bai Zhubing didn't speak again, his gaze swept over the area where the Shacheng Holy Hall disciples were staying, and every Shacheng Holy Hall disciple he saw couldn't help but kneel down and salute, only Qin Huan, who was holding the "Stone Demon Flag", stood in place. The look was a little complicated.

Bai Zhubing stared at Qin Huan for a while, and then looked away again. Looking at the other sects around him, he finally stopped his gaze on Fang Feiyang.

Although the other party's identity was noble, Fang Feiyang still glared back unceremoniously, he didn't know why, he always felt that this former head of the Shacheng Holy Hall, Bai Zhubing, looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Seeing this scene, He Xuanyuan couldn't help but speak: "Master, it was him just now......"

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Bai Zhubing: "I've seen it all, you don't need to talk too much." ”

He Xuanyuan was halfway through his words, so he could only close his mouth aggrievedly.

Bai Boiling Ice began to walk towards Fang Feiyang, and behind him, the wind and sand automatically converged, turning into a huge sand frog martial soul virtual image.

The sand frog is a small but very difficult spirit animal, usually hidden in the sand, can swallow dust and sand to form a sandstorm, can also create quicksand traps, trap people's actions.

In the cultivation world, there are very few people who awaken the martial soul of the sand frog, and Bai Boiled Ice is the top and most representative one.

When the virtual image of this sand frog martial soul gradually took shape, many monks around felt that their hearts were heavy, as if they were pressed against a big stone, and they couldn't breathe.

To have such a soul pressure shows that Bai Boiling Ice's cultivation is not inferior to the pear falling fairy, and I am afraid that he has reached the highest level of "soul saint".

Originally, there was a starry sky battle array composed of a hundred rock puppets, and the Shacheng Sanctuary already had enough deterrent power, and if Bai Boiling Ice made another move, even if there was a pear falling fairy to help, I am afraid that the Yunhai Immortal Sect would not be able to ask for anything good today.

For a while, those sects that were good friends with the Yunhai Immortal Sect were secretly on guard, especially the people of the Tongxin Alliance and Nanke Temple, and they had even begun to secretly summon the martial spirit.

After Bai Bingbing walked more than a dozen steps, he was only a few meters away from Fang Feiyang, but the pear falling fairy who was standing next to Fang Feiyang didn't take any action, and he didn't even mean to stop him, but smiled at him.

"Fang Feiyang......" The first sentence Bai Zhubing said surprised everyone: "Did you recognize me?"

"I recognize it!" Fang Feiyang nodded and smiled: "You sand frog is so windy, and I'm not blind, how can I not recognize it?"

"Is the token I gave you still there?"

"You mean this?" Fang Feiyang reached into his arms, took out a delicate small wooden box, and opened it in front of the boiled ice.

Inside the box was a stone toad, the size of a palm, with lifelike carvings.

And the identity of the owner of the box is naturally about to come out at this moment.

"I once said that when I encounter an unsolvable problem, just throw this stone toad to the ground, and I will have a sense, no matter where you are in the world, you will definitely come to help you within half an hour!" There was a trace of unhappiness on Bai Zhubing's face: "These little rabbit cubs bully you, why don't you look for me?"

"This ......" Fang Feiyang touched the back of his head in embarrassment: "I forgot." ”

He didn't lie, he had rescued a mysterious senior on the eighteenth floor of the Zhutian Prison back then, but the senior didn't reveal his identity at that time, and he didn't ask much.

After that, the senior left alone to recuperate his injuries, and then there was no news, and when he left, he gave Fang Feiyang a token of a stone toad, and asked him to throw it on the ground when he was in danger.

Because the senior had been imprisoned for too long at that time, his thin skin and bones, and his image had changed greatly from the current boiled ice, so at the beginning, Fang Feiyang just felt familiar and did not dare to recognize him.

However, as soon as this sand frog martial soul came out, Fang Feiyang immediately knew his identity, and communicated with the pear falling fairy beside him in time, so the pear falling fairy did not make a move against Bai Boiling Ice. (To be continued......)