Heavy snow has spread across the streets, houses, and poor clouds, and snow can already be seen in some places.

Winter is more desolate than autumn, endless desolation. Often alone, looking at the scattered snow and the scene of mountain birds in front of you, it always makes people feel a sense of loneliness from the bottom of their hearts.

When some literati saw the scene of a snow-covered city in front of them, they would also unconsciously sigh "If the catkins are not raised by the wind".

Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao found a mountain road at this time and stepped into the poor cloud mountain.

Fortunately, the sudden heavy snowfall has not been long in coming, and the mountain trails are still easy to walk.

The cool breeze in the mountains was blowing slightly, and the young man walked on this path, looking at the four roads, and did not feel any difference from the ordinary peaks in his hometown. Under the action of the autumn wind, the crooked-necked old tree, which had few leaves, now looks even more bare. The blades of grass at my feet turned yellow, and it became more and more unsatisfactory that the snow had fallen.

The cultivation of the bone building realm pays attention to a tempering of the body, and a single cultivation of qi only has a slight effect. So Zhou Qingwan simply no longer deliberately went to the realm of cultivation, but experienced the artistic conception in this landscape. Whether it is swordsmanship or knife technique, palm technique or boxing technique, there is a common exquisiteness, and this kind of mysterious thing is called "meaning". Take Zhou Qingdu's current swordsmanship attainments as an example, he can only transform his true qi into the sword and turn into sword qi, and he is still 108,000 miles away from mastering the sword intent. Li Qiubai's true explanation of the sword did not elaborate on the sword intent, but only mentioned it in a few words on the first two pages. The gist of it is basically for Zhou Qingdui to experience and comprehend it himself, and it is not enough to rely on the experience of his predecessors.

At the beginning of the battle of the Demon Breaking Yam Garden, Zhou Qingdui used the means of cutting off the arm of the man in red at that time, and he was faintly close to realizing the "sword intent". But this is actually still an opportunity given by Li Qiubai in the sword move, and Zhou Qingwan has some experience but does not really understand. Not to mention the Palm Divine Power Destroying Yuan Palm, almost Zhou Qingdui had already cultivated it to the first bottleneck. If you want to go further, you almost have to rely on Zhou Qingdui's own understanding. If Zhou Qingdu's comprehension is insufficient, he can only learn the first two styles of the Yuan Palm on the surface for the rest of his life. Although in the secular casual cultivation, being able to learn a real supernatural power is already a great character. But if you really want to look at the monks in the world, it is obviously not enough to see at all.

For such an ethereal thing as "meaning", Zhou Qingdui was puzzled. Suddenly remembering that Mr. Ye once said that "the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, the mystery and the mystery", Zhou Qingdui relaxed his spirit, and his thoughts completely sank into the mountains and rivers, feeling the mystery of nature.

Yang Zhao pinched a weed out of nowhere and put it in his mouth, swimming leisurely.

This strange sword cultivator who had said that he had challenged all the Qi Condensation Realms in the Great Hung Emperor Capital had never cultivated hard in a serious way.

Time passed quietly, and it was already evening, and the two of them had not yet reached the halfway point of the mountain.

But the noise of a fight ruined the leisurely and quiet atmosphere of the two at this time.

Zhou Qingdui looked from afar, and in the distance, in a clearing with few weeds, there was a tall shirtless boy with his back to the two of them, facing the monks around him alone.

Countless techniques and Dao techniques attacked the tall boy, and the tall boy just clenched his fists and smashed them out one punch at a time. Although he is alone, he seems to be not left behind.

All of a sudden, those monks in luxurious clothes, magic weapons and spells emerged in endlessly, but they couldn't help the tall boys.

But after all, a tall boy is just a person, and no matter how strong his physical body is, there will come a time when he can't support it. In a young man dressed as a scholar in white clothes, he gently recited a trick in his hand, and the snowflakes that fell in the air condensed into a silver needle and stabbed towards the tall boy.

The tall boy punched him, but then the monks who had been shooting irregularly shot at the tall boy after a brief eye contact. Immediately afterwards, when the tall boy resisted, countless silver needles suddenly condensed around the white-clothed scholar and stabbed towards the tall boy.

If someone takes a closer look, they will find that these so-called silver needles are actually small flying swords.

After using this stunt that can be called the bottom of the box, the white-clothed scholar ran out of true anger, and sat on the ground with a weak face. But a smile already appeared on the white-clothed scholar's face, because he firmly believed that the tall young man in front of him had no strength left to block his move.

As expected, after the monks struck together, the tall boy was forced to retreat several steps, perhaps because of his stature, and he also sat on the ground. At the same time, the flying sword made of countless snowflakes was already about to come to the tall boy.

At this time, the mutation protrudes. The countless "flying swords" were melted into a piece of flowing water by a fire that burned out of nowhere.

The white-clothed scholar's face stiffened with a smile, and anger ignited in his heart! He looked behind the tall young man, and there was a young man in a robe standing there with a playful smile.

When the rest of the people saw that the plan had failed, they were also angry. He didn't even ask about the origin of the person who suddenly attacked, so he wanted to attack and kill together.

Just as a few people were reciting the magic trick or pinching the magic trick in their hands, a rusty flying sword suddenly flew in.

Zhou Qingdui had been quietly running his true qi into the Burial Immortal Sword long before Yang Zhao made a move. Seeing this situation, it was natural that he did not hesitate to tear out a "sword qi Heng Qingqiu".

How could Li Qiubai's swordsmanship be ordinary?

A few sword lights flashed, and those people were forced to retreat beside the white-clothed scholar.

Only then did they see that behind Yang Zhao, a young man in a Taoist robe, was still standing a young man who was also wearing a Taoist robe.

When the tall young man saw that these two people helped to repel the enemy, he immediately clenched his fists: "Thank you two for coming to the rescue." ”

Zhou Qingwan smiled slightly and pulled up the tall young man's arm, but found that he couldn't pull it at all, so he had to smile bitterly: "It's okay, you get up first." ”

The tall boy looked embarrassed and got up from the ground. The extremely strong and solid flesh practiced on the tall boy's bare belly attracted Zhou Qingdu's attention. At this time, Zhou Qingdui realized that this person was actually not tall, and there was not much difference in height from him and Yang Zhao. It's just that while the body is strong, it has an upper body that is beyond the width of ordinary people, just looking at the back, it does look tall.

The white-clothed scholar who had previously used the Snow Flying Sword Trick said with a gloomy face at this time: "In the Su family of Huaicheng in Xiakong, Su Cheng, dare to ask where the two friends come from?" ”

Without waiting for Zhou Qingdui to speak, Yang Zhao spit out the weeds in his mouth, and said indifferently: "We are not young masters of any sect or sect, or we are just a loose cultivator." ”

Hearing that the young man in the Taoist robe who used the fire said this, Su Cheng still didn't dare to slack off: "I saw that the two of them made extremely extraordinary moves before, and the teacher must be not bad, and it doesn't hurt if the two of them don't want to tell the master." As long as the two of them retreated, Su Cheng promised to have a good banquet at the best restaurant in the city after the event was done. ”

"Master still doesn't need people like you who are not low in the realm and more than a dozen people are besieging an unarmed person, and they can't beat it, please Lao Tzu to eat! is also cheeky and claims to be a person from a famous family, if it were you, you would have made a hole in the ground a long time ago! Lose face! ”

Yang Zhao plucked out his ears and said something in a flat tone that made the other party almost vomit blood in anger.

Lose face!

"Kill him for Lao Tzu!"

Su Cheng laughed angrily when he heard this, as if he couldn't stand the humiliation of the person in front of him, and waved his hand to a few people beside him.

Those people were also so angry that they picked up their magic weapons without hesitation, preparing to bombard Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao looked at the people rushing over and smiled disdainfully, this kind of goods was much worse than the black feather blood eagle he had encountered before! If these people are at their peak, Yang Zhao will also have to go through a hard battle, but in his current state, it is obviously far from enough.

Yang Zhao plucked out his ears and waited extremely patiently for the few people to finish reciting the formula, and then the sword would attack him together. The shoulder knife on Yang Zhao's waist suddenly came out of its sheath and flew straight towards one of the sword cultivators. Immediately afterwards, Yang Zhao stepped on the ground, and a fire quickly ignited around his body, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, melting the snowflakes floating around him.

Then, Yang Zhao suddenly reached out to catch the flying sword magic weapon. The menacing sword was caught by Yang Zhao with an extremely fast technique, and it was thrown all over the ground.

The sharp knife that had been striking one of the young men was also driven into the man's left arm. Blood splattered out, and the young man's face was full of horror, and he was nailed to the ground with a knife, unable to move.

Those who had already been consumed by the tall boy before had not given up on most of their true qi, and reached out to summon back their magic weapons, but those scattered swords did not move unusually as those people thought.

Yang Zhao smiled, waved his hand and said, "Don't waste your efforts, these low-grade magic weapons have all been refined by me." Spirituality is shattered, and it can only be regarded as a mass of scrap metal. ”

Hearing this, everyone on the other side looked at the young man who was nailed to the ground, and their faces were immediately full of horror. Although they didn't bring their most precious magic weapons with them when they came out this time, how could someone who could casually refine a middle- and lower-grade magic weapon be an ordinary person?

When Su Cheng saw this scene, his eyes were glazed.

Zhou Qingdui on the side gave Yang Zhao a big thumbs up.

Yang Zhao didn't care about the expressions of those people, and turned his head to the tall young man beside him and asked, "Brother, why did they kill you?" ”

When the tall young man saw this scene, he also secretly felt that this person's strength would never be inferior to his own. Hearing Yang Zhao's questioning, he spoke without hesitation. In short, the tall young man talked a lot endlessly, which roughly meant: His name is Lu Zhengchun, and he is also a loose cultivator. However, unlike Zhou Qingdui and Yang Zhao, he is a martial artist. Yesterday, he received a task of slaying spirits at the Tianxing Chamber of Commerce, so he came to this mountain. While he was walking in this mountain, he happened to meet this group of children of the family. When these people saw that his cultivation was not bad, they invited him to join him. Lu Zhengchun refused, and at first these people did not make it difficult for him. But this afternoon, this group of children of the family led by Su Cheng coveted Lu Zhengchun's boxing skills after seeing Lu Zhengchun repel a group of horse thieves with a fierce fist. So when Lu Zhengchun sat down to rest, they asked him to write down this boxing method and pay him. How could Lu Zhengchun be willing? So after Su Cheng and several people tried every possible "persuasion" to no avail, one of them couldn't help but make a move on Lu Zhengchun. So there is the current scene.

When Yang Zhao and Zhou Qingdui heard this, their faces were extremely gloomy. In the eyes of cultivators, snatching people is like killing their parents. No matter where Lu Zhengchun learned his boxing techniques, it was his own creation. The actions of these children of the family are obviously extremely despicable.

Although Yang Zhao is usually very aggressive, his reason is still there, and he looked at the people opposite him with cold eyes: "What he said is true?" ”

Su Cheng's face was also gloomy, and he nodded: "It's about the same, but before that, I was also persuaded by a good student, and I also promised to pay the price of the corresponding value of spirit stones." ”

Yang Zhao couldn't suppress it anymore after hearing about it, so he wanted to make a move, but was stopped by Zhou Qingdu.

Zhou Qingwan walked towards the young master of the Su family, who was dressed as a scholar, with a gloomy face.

Su Cheng didn't retreat a step, still sitting in place, staring at Zhou Qingdui who was coming. Zhou Qingdui walked in front of Su Cheng, grabbed Su Cheng's neck, and stared at him. Although Su Cheng had stepped into the Spirit Mansion Realm half a month ago, his aura had almost been exhausted before, and he didn't have much power to resist at this time.

Seeing this, almost everyone around him, except for the young man who was nailed with a knife, rushed up from behind Su Cheng, wanting to make a move towards Zhou Qingdu.

"Get out of here!"

Accompanied by Zhou Qingdu's voice, a powerful sword qi swung out, sweeping out all the defeated soldiers. If it was normal, Zhou Qingwan naturally couldn't do it so easily. But at this time, in the face of these few people who only had a few remnants of weak true qi, there was naturally no problem.

At this time, Su Cheng, who was pinched by Zhou Qingdu's neck, obviously began to panic.

But, before he could think about it.

With a "snap", a heavy slap hit Su Cheng's face, and Zhou Qingwan gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you think that if you have money, you can deprive others of something important?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhengchun, who was dressed in clothes, was stunned.

Then, under Su Cheng's resentful gaze, Zhou Qingdui let go of the hand holding his neck and turned to leave.

"I won't kill you, I want you to remember this palm, there are some things, no matter how rich you are, it's useless!"

Zhou Qingdu's voice resounded in Su Cheng's ears, which only made Su Cheng feel particularly harsh.

After that, Zhou Qingdu, Yang Zhao and Lu Zhengchun changed paths and left slowly.

"I want you to die a good death!"

No one behind him dared to step forward to stop him, and Su Cheng roared hoarsely.