The falling scarlet snow has gradually stagnated with the first dawn of the morning, and the mountains at this moment are covered in silver, and the coldness is not to be found, which can be seen from the two hands tightly constricted together and shivering.

"Senior Sister Qing, you ...... Isn't it cold? ”

Compared with the discomfort of the two of them, Jiang Wanqing's posture and expression were still as usual, and there was a trace of cold shadow where she could be seen.

"It's okay, because of a chance to get a soft armor that can be warm in winter and cool in summer."

Jiang Wanqing answered her doubts lightly, ignoring her envious gaze, just staring quietly at the hot pot that was burning in the center surrounded by them.

Inside the pot, a mushroom soup with a faint aroma is cooking.

With a slight cursive gaze, a trace of sadness passed over her lightly pursed lips, and she quickly finished drinking the mushroom soup and began to continue to hurry to find an opportunity.

Coming to a fork in the road, Duanmuxin and Yan Yu glanced at each other, and turned their eyes to look at Jiang Wanqing's opinion.

It's just because of the experience in the past few days, Jiang Wanqing has given them a feeling of being too calm and quiet, as if there is an unfathomable feeling, not at all like a casual cultivation that has not yet reached the foundation building period.

Subconsciously, Jiang Wanqing had a faint status in their hearts, at least Yan Yu's contempt for her had completely disappeared.

"Then, let's go to the left." Jiang Wanqing seemed to hesitate for a moment, smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand to point in the direction of the sparse jungle.

That's what she's here for.

Jiang Wanqing didn't care much about what they thought, if they chose the other side, then they would part ways and meet again.

In fact, if it must be said, the two of them together are not their opponents, of course, at the beginning of the life extension, she actually had another choice.

But in that case, it doesn't seem to be any different from evil cultivators.

They're good to themselves.

For a moment, Jiang Wanqing's slightly constricted eyes were intertwined with blood and dark intentions, and the killing red that inadvertently floated with the demon's anger in her heart struggled with the flawless original intention that had completely merged with the darkness of loneliness.

Kill, but do not kill innocent indiscriminately.

Get stronger, but don't do anything.

The first search is still the same, and the heart of the Tao is a flower.

In a few breaths, as the scarlet jade pendant on her chest stopped trembling, Jiang Wanqing's shallow eyes slowly regained their original clarity.

It's just that her anomaly was not noticed by the two.

The further this road went, the wider it became, and soon they came to the planned finale of the competition, which was a fighting method that was opened by a powerful representative sent by each of the five major sects.

This kind of secret competition between the five major sects often occurs, and even the Jindan monk of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect came specifically for this fight.

The heroine will also come at that time.

If she has the chance, I really want to try to accept it.

Jiang Wanqing had no waves in her heart, and at the same time she thought about it, she flashed a trace of throbbing, and also followed them to the location of the Yanling Sect, and the moment she raised her eyes, she saw the heroine of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who was surrounded by many people in the center.

Now, the stars hold the moon, the higher they fly, the worse they fall.

One day, the heroine's altar will be smashed by her own hands.

Duanmu Xin, who had just talked a few words with the disciples of the same sect on the side, noticed that Jiang Wanqing's eyes were stunned for a moment, staring in one direction.

Following her gaze, Duanmu Xin couldn't help but show a knowing smile, shook his hand in front of her eyes, and began to think that he would answer her questions.

Jiang Wanqing listened quietly and very carefully, and the enviable rumors of the talented heroine in other sects.

It's just that after hearing two sentences, with the miserable defeat of the monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect on the stage, the heavens and the earth were soaked in blood, and the extremely arrogant words from the monks of the Qingyun Sect resounded through the heavens and the earth:

"Tsk, the weak are pitiful, could it be that after that defeat, now the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has no successor?"