Double-layered fur felt encloses a dark, intimate space.

"Old Tang, such a big tent is only used by the four of us?"

Hong Fan touched the comfortable fur under his body and wondered.

"You don't sleep here?"

When Tang Da heard this, he scratched his head and smiled: "We are stinky, how can we live with the young masters?" ”

"And where do you live?" Hong Fan asked.

"Of course we're sleeping in an ice nest!"

Tang Da replied as he blocked every inch of the ground in the tent with the scattered fur pads on his hands.

"What is an ice nest?" Hong Fan asked.

"It's to dig a big hole from under the snow ridge." Big Tang grinned back.

"Now that the snow is very hard, the ice nest doesn't have to worry about collapsing, and it can protect against wind and snow."

As he spoke, he tied a few quilts to a wooden tent rack to keep warm and serve as a curtain between the beds.

"We only need to pull some hay and dead branches into the ice nest as a bed, and then lay cooked leather and bedding on it, and block the door hole with snow before going to bed, leaving only a few ventilation and smoke holes, and it will be very warm!"

"Of course, this must be incomparable to you, young master."

Hong Fan listened curiously, and got up to help dig the ice nest together.

But this time, the servants did not dare to agree to him.

After giving orders several times, Hong Fan saw that Tang Da still refused to give in, so he had to give up and send them away.

It was about a quarter of an hour after five o'clock, and there was only some finishing touches left in the tent.

Hong Fan made the bed, took out a few pieces of pine wood full of grease from the firewood pile outside the tent, and lit it with his bare hands to store heat with true qi, and then lit the fire.

The fire in the tent flickered, and the temperature quickly rose.

Hong Fan, who had nothing to do, walked out of the tent only to find that the heavy snow had stopped.

At this time, the sun was sinking in the west, and the sky was dark, and most of the servants had finished their work to arrange their ice nests, but the laughter of the children and ladies of the families came from far away from the edge of the camp, but it became more and more silent in the camp.

"Hmm......"

Hong Fan took a breath of hot air and looked around, only to see the peaks surrounding the valley white and expansive, and he couldn't tell where the forest was and where the rock was.

As for the thousands of heroes that Taishan has cultivated through the vicissitudes of life, they have been killed by this heavy snow.

The sky is pale, and the world is very open at this moment.

But Hong Fan looked at the snow, but there was a sense of isolation in his heart.

After a long moment, he let out a long sigh and slumped back into the warm tent.

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At the same time, deep in the Gimhae Desert.

The wind passed through the cracks of the Gobi rocks, howling incessantly, like wild apes smiling and civets crying at night.

On the steep and bare mountainside, a faint light folds out from the cave door; At the high point of the ridge, there are also sentries in leather jackets keeping watch.

This is the headquarters base of the sea flying deep in the sand.

On the high platform of the Juyi Hall, a middle-aged man with a narrow waist and broad shoulders and a short beard sat on a large wooden chair, holding a narrow double-headed knife in his hand.

This person is the big boss of the sea flying, Wan Guangji, the "Great Sun Knife Wheel" who ranks 572nd on the evil list.

On his left and right, the three leaders of the Pure Realm took their seats and met with the eldest brother.

The visitors are two young men dressed in samurai costumes.

"The hunting team has already entered Taishan and will return in three days."

One of them with narrow eyebrows and eyes spoke.

"This time, the list is for you to block the road and intercept and kill at that time."

"Our requirements are not high--the young ladies of the first- and second-rate families in Jinhai City have at least ten heads cut off."

Wan Guangji's jaw line tightened slightly, and he did not reply immediately.

"By the way, the Hong family's one who got the sand world also went."

Another pale young warrior added.

"His name is Hong Fan, and his head must be counted among those ten."

At the exit of the three words of the sand world, the "four-armed yaksha" Yu Kaicheng twisted his neck unnaturally, while the "broken steel" Fang Tianzong pinched his fist.

And He Liangjun, who was the shortest, hugged his legs and shrunk in the chair, and He Liangjun, the second leader of the sea flying "seven-step killing star", squinted, and his eyes kept wandering on the comer like an iron needle.

Seeing that the two finished speaking, Wan Guangji chuckled and shook his head.

"In our business, if you have money to make, you have to spend your life."

He taps his knuckles against the iron-encrusted armrest, as if to accompany the words.

"Last time, for 10,000 taels of silver, we ambushed the team of the three families of Jinhai, and after a few months, we lost dozens of sons, and now it has subsided slightly."

"If I take over your job again, then Haifei will be with the entire Jinhai City without stopping!"

"When the time comes, whether Hong Jian or Li Heming personally brings people in, we can't afford it."

Hearing what the eldest brother said, Yu Kaicheng nodded again and again.

But the two young samurai just laughed.

"If we only pay for such things, it will be to tease a few masters."

The white face of the tooth withdrew a smile, and he took out something from his bosom.

"The reward this time is worth the foundation of the big boss!"

He loosened his fingers, revealing the object in his palm—a small glass bottle containing a blood-red liquid.

"This, this is?"

Wan Guangji was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked in a low voice, his voice trembling.

With his eyesight, he could see the abnormality of the blood in the glass bottle from a distance of ten meters—countless golden stars floated in the large area of blood red, spinning endlessly like a galaxy.

"It looks like the big boss recognizes it, so it's convenient."

The young samurai bowed his head.

"A bottle of 'Dragon Heir Essence Blood', with a complete list of auxiliary materials and how to use them."

As he spoke, he picked up the bottle with his two fingers and shook it slightly, and the gold dust in the blood color suddenly surged and scattered, emitting an uncertain glimmer of light.

Wan Guangji stared at the blood vial with a slight struggle.

The other three leaders were extremely curious when they saw this - it must be known that when the other party proposed the price of 10,000 taels of silver last time, their eldest brother was just noncommittal.

"Big brother, what is the essence blood of the dragon heir?"

Fang Tianzong, who was the third in line, took the lead and couldn't hold his breath and asked.

Wan Guangji took a long breath and explained in a low voice: "After the ancestral dragon descended from the sky, he not only taught the foundation of the martial arts of the human race, but also gave the bloodline and exalted a group of mortals. ”

"They're called Ryuji."

"The dragon heir has a great talent in practicing martial arts and sensing nature, and after accumulating the foundation from generation to generation, he has become a family of all dynasties."

"The so-called dragon heir essence blood is the blood essence of these innate noble species."

As he spoke, his gaze burning as he looked at the glass bottle.

"It can fundamentally change the user's talent and bones, and it is far more valuable than ordinary martial arts resources."

Hearing this, the breathing of the three masters of the Chaos Realm also became heavy.

They were all in their thirties and forties, and their martial arts realm was basically stagnant, so they thought that their lives would have to stop here.

Now that you suddenly have a glimpse of a turnaround, how can you not be excited?

However, just when everyone was moving, Wan Guangji suddenly slammed a double-headed knife, instantly suppressing the emotions in the field.

"The two surnamed Xiao?"

His eyes were slightly condensed, and he asked coldly.

"It doesn't matter who we are."

The white-faced warrior replied lightly.

"Not important? You don't even reveal your identity, how can I trust you to keep your promise? ”

Wan Guangji said.

PS: The stomach and intestines are fried again, and they are not digested, and they have been beaten all day long, which destroys the work and rest.

I'm going to go for a painless gastrointestinal endoscopy next Tuesday to see what's wrong.