Zhao Yingyun returned to the cave again.

He dug up the bottle again, and he laid it on a rock, and then he himself sat in another place, with leaves above him, and looked at the stars through the leaves.

He had a strange sense of emptiness in his heart, lamenting both the impermanence of the world and the cultivators of this world, because of some cultivation resources, they could start with familiar people.

"Throughout the ages, no matter what the world, aren't there many such people? It is precisely because of such a large number of people that the preciousness of some characters will be highlighted. ”

Just then, he felt someone approaching.

The approaching person was a man with a knife, with a beard on his face, dressed in gray, and carrying a broad knife, who looked like a man who had been weathered for a long time, but his eyes, shining in the dark, were like a lone wolf, examining all this.

He was nicknamed the Four Wolves.

He also had a worm in his hand, and slowly approached, and after two steps he stopped to observe, and after two more steps, at last, his eyes fell on the bottle placed on the stone, which glowed in the darkness, because the sand in the bottle had light.

His steps immediately stopped, and then he crouched down, hilt in hand, and stepped back cautiously, his eyes roaming the darkness, his heart already pounding.

The four wolves were cautious enough, but he found that this was actually a trap, he didn't know if he was coming, whether he was discovered or not, but he knew that he had to leave quickly.

Step by step, he retreated into the darkness.

Just when he felt that he had retreated far enough and was about to speed up when he turned around, he found that there was a person standing behind him at some point.

This person was dressed in white, his face was like jade, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to be condensed into frost flowers.

Before he could speak, the other party suddenly flicked his fingers, and a little white light flew out, not fast, but it had a kind of mystery, flying like a parabola.

This lone wolf-like man, the knife was unsheathed in an instant, and the sword was bright, breaking through the wind and cutting through the night.

He didn't run away, and in the midst of the shaking of his body, he had already avoided the little bit of white light, and slashed towards the man from the side.

This knife, integrated with his body, has a strange fastness, faintly a bit of a shrunken charm.

However, that little bit of white light turned a corner at the moment he avoided it, and the speed was also strangely fast, it seemed to be flying in the air, but the moment he turned the corner, it fell towards him like an arrow from the string.

He was shocked, the knife in his hand flipped over, and he pulled a knife flower, but the person turned over to the other side, he seemed to be attacking, but he was actually on the run.

There was a layer of dark light on the knife, and the tip of the knife slashed through that bit of white light.

He didn't dare to fight with it, because he saw the other party's clothes, and the spell he cast, and thought of a place.

Snow Dragon Mountain.

This is a disciple of Snow Dragon Mountain.

According to his understanding, all the disciples of Snow Dragon Mountain are indifferent and ruthless, although they are rarely nosy, but this place is not far from Snow Dragon Mountain, and it is not surprising that they will meet him, so although he seems to be attacking, he actually thought of escaping at the first time.

Its name is the four wolves, and its sex is like a wolf, ferocious, and cunning, and when it is strong, it immediately wants to escape.

However, when the tip of the knife slashed through that bit of white light, that bit of white light disintegrated like a touch of dust.

He was originally prepared for the impact of mana, but he did not receive any impact, however, the flying dust-like thing turned into countless snowflakes in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to see snowflakes in the sky, as if he saw the avalanche on the top of the mountain surging down, waving the sword light in his hand, and the light on his body surged.

The sword light couldn't stop the disintegrating snowflakes, and the snowflakes fell on his talisman Xuanguang.

At this moment, he felt the cold attack, and it actually followed his dark light into his body.

This chill was like a needle, but it was like countless cold needles stacked together, and in just a moment, it had already invaded the depths of his heart, and the talisman seeds in his sea of qi bloomed, but they were instantly suppressed and drowned.

In an instant, the light was dim, pale, and then dark.

Zhao Yingyun came from the darkness, although he walked in the darkness, but in the eyes of others, it was like a human-shaped lamp coming out, and the surrounding darkness was dispelled.

He looked at this Snow Dragon Mountain disciple who had killed someone, and wondered why he did this.

"Why did Daoyou kill this person?" Zhao Yingyun asked.

"He wants to rob others at the foot of the Snow Dragon Mountain, which is his way to death." The man said.

"You believe me?" Zhao Yingyun asked.

"It's a fact that they want to rob you, and it's also a fact that you killed your fellow disciples." The man said coldly.

"Oh, in that case, how are you doing?" Zhao Yingyun asked in a deep tone.

"You killed your fellow disciples, and you came to me and asked me what was going on? When you go back to Tiandu Mountain this time, enter the inner gate, and have your own mountain gate master to ask you, what do you have to do with me! The man said.

Zhao Yingyun exhaled slightly in his heart.

At this time, he heard the other party say: "Do you think, who is superior and who is inferior between the big avalanche type I just now and your flame dragon?" ”

Zhao Yingyun was slightly stunned, and he also saw a little cold light that popped up when the other party had just cast the spell.

And the cold light exploded into a fine snowflake dust under the touch of the tip of the opponent's knife.

This is a pure magic technique that breaks through the enemy's defenses in an instant.

The power of a spell naturally depends on the talisman in its body, and what level it is at that time.

But the art of casting spells requires practice.

Obviously, the opponent's Great Avalanche Style is a powerful spell.

"Daoyou's magic skills are like an avalanche, almost irresistible." Zhao Yingyun said.

"How do you compare?" The man said.

"Of course, it is the great avalanche of Daoyou, although my fire dragon has a skill, but it is powerless, and the avalanche of Daoist friends is like heavenly might, and it is strong and powerful, and it is beyond my reach." Zhao Yingyun said.

The other party smiled, showing his white teeth, and said, "My name is Jade Shenxiao, a disciple of Snow Dragon Mountain, and I hope to see you again." ”

After Yu Shenxiao finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and struck the frozen man, and the man shattered into pieces and scattered them on the ground.

Zhao Chengyun watched the other party leave, and for what this person might have, he didn't touch it at all.

Zhao Yingyun didn't touch it, he looked at the other party's back, and then turned to leave.

He felt that this Jade Shenxiao killed people, not because this was Snow Dragon Mountain, nor because of any other moral factors, the other party just wanted to let him see his spell skills, and he wanted to hear his own evaluation of it.

He even felt that if he didn't say that he was inferior to him, he would definitely try to compete with himself.

But fortunately, Zhao Yingyun doesn't value these false names at all, and he doesn't care at all.

He turned around and left, taking advantage of the night, along the main road, all the way towards Zhennan Pass.

And Yu Shenxiao went towards a place, and in the darkness, a woman greeted her.

"Senior brother, have you shown your avalanche style?" The woman said.

"Hmm!" Yu Shenxiao said with his hands behind his back, looking at the starry sky.

"What did he say?" The woman asked.

"He said he was inferior to me." Yu Shenxiao's face was colorless, but the woman knew that her senior brother must be very happy in her heart.

Because since he cultivated this great avalanche style, he had always wanted to find a disciple of the Great Gate Sect to compete, and tonight was his wish.

"The name of Senior Brother will definitely be transmitted to Tiandu Mountain with this person." The woman said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if it's nameless or not, my generation cultivates and only looks at the immortal." Yu Shenxiao said.

"Yes, yes, what Senior Brother said is true, but Senior Brother killed someone, why didn't he look at what was on the other party?" The woman asked again.

"After that Tiandu Mountain disciple killed someone, he didn't find anything on the body, how can I find it? Let the other party see it, do you laugh at us Snow Dragon Mountain disciples picking up the things in the corpse? Yu Shenxiao said with a cold face.

The woman rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Senior brother Bingqing Yujie, of course you can't do this, but junior sister can." ”

After she finished speaking, without waiting for him to answer, she ran in the direction where the four wolves died just now.