"Is there no road ahead?" the little boy wondered, pausing in his tracks.

"How can there be a road, but there must be something like a teleportation array in it. The beggar said.

The little boy is now a little convinced, this guy is someone sent by the Xuanqing Sect to test him.

Maybe this person is Chen Mingzhi, the head of the Xuanqing Sect whose thinking is different from ordinary people.

The beggar looked at the little boy's expression and eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking.

"Don't guess, I'm not from Xuanqingmen, I'm just smarter. ”

"The Xuanqing Gate will not be very close to the outside of the Extreme Cold Great Array, if this spiritual path leads directly to the Xuanqing Gate from outside the Extreme Cold Great Array, it is absolutely impossible, with the size of this land, I am afraid it will take a few years. The beggar said.

"Therefore, in the glacier in front, there must be a teleportation array, which can reach the Xuanqing Gate. ”

The little boy suddenly became melancholy, "But this place is so big, how can I find it?"

The beggar-like man looked closely at the glacier floor, and he pointed in a direction.

"How do you know?" the little boy wondered.

"Observe. The beggar-like man had said a word, and then took the warm red light from the boy's hand and walked forward.

The little boy hurriedly followed.

After walking on the ice field, he found that there was a loose aura under his feet.

Chen Mingzhi set up three paths on this ice field, and all three of them had a weak aura to guide them.

People's perception of aura is not limited to mortals and immortal cultivators, but only in the difference between the spiritual root, even people who have never cultivated immortals can perceive the existence of aura.

These three aura guidelines are divided by Chen Mingzhi into strong, medium and weak.

The strongest of the weak auras leads to the farthest teleportation array, and the weakest one leads to the nearest teleportation array.

If you want to move forward on this vast snow-white earth, you must rely on the aura on this earth to guide the way.

This is also Chen Mingzhi's selection of talented people.

Those who are of the spiritual root may be able to pass through the spiritual path just now, but the possibility of passing through this ice field is very small.

Those who have spiritual roots cannot perceive the aura of heaven and earth, so they cannot perceive the existence of the faint spiritual aura on the ground.

Of course, this can't completely screen out the people who have the root of the mortal spirit, in case the person who has the root of the spirit has extraordinary luck, like that Sang Yuan...... I can also walk the right path.

And through these three different spiritual qi guidance, you can screen out people with different spiritual roots.

Those with superior talent can detect weak aura, and those who are not talented can only perceive the strongest aura.

According to Chen Mingzhi's estimation, the human spiritual root that could detect the weakest aura was at least at the seventh grade or above.

For those who choose this path and successfully reach the Xuanqing Gate, Chen Mingzhi will focus on training.

The little boy and the beggar man stepped on this vast glacier under the protection of this red light.

A shivering chill suddenly came, soaking into their bodies.

"I haven't felt it, I really don't know, the cold air of this deep sea demon clan's extremely cold array is really terrifying, I don't know why Xuanqingmen chose this kind of place to open a sect. The little boy shuddered.

Although this spiritual lamp that emits red light is a rare magic weapon, there is no way to completely resist the cold qi that worried countless immortal cultivators back then.

At this time, the cold he felt was only after the red light resisted it, and he didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if he was exposed to this cold.

"It's terrifying, but if you can withstand it, it's a wonderful place. The beggar-like man said.

His tone seemed a little worried about the little boy's mind.

The little boy gave the beggar-like man a strange look.

"I don't see that you have spiritual power in you, you are not an immortal cultivator, why do you know so many things?"

The beggar shook his neck, "Well, I'm also an expert in immortal cultivation knowledge in our hometown." ”

The two men then stopped talking, and for some wonder they both tacitly did not ask each other's names.

Suddenly, a slender figure sprang out from the wind and snow behind them.

"Why don't you two hurry up and run?!"

The person who came out of the wind and snow was none other than Wang Yi of the Xianyun ticket number.

Wang Yi shouted at the two of them with a frightened expression on his face.

The little boy and the beggar-like man looked behind them in unison.

Behind them was a huge black shadow.

It was even bigger than the black shadow behind the spiritual path before.

An extremely terrifying sense of oppression came over them, and a pair of huge green eyes could be faintly seen in the snow and ice.

"Hurry up!" the beggar-like man hurriedly shouted, pulling the little boy and running quickly.

His speed was very fast, faster than when the little boy was at full strength, and they immediately caught up with Wang Yi, who had just run ahead.

The beggar took Wang Yi's hand and ran away with her.

Wang Yi stared at the unkempt beggar in surprise, "Are you a martial artist?"

"Grandmaster. The beggar-like man replied lightly, still pulling Wang Yi and the little boy and running wildly in the ice and snow.

For martial artists, Wang Yi and the little boy have an understanding.

A martial artist who can reach the level of a grandmaster is comparable to an immortal cultivator at the peak of qi cultivation in all aspects of his body.

Even if there is no spiritual power, the internal power that has been cultivated to the extreme is enough to make many Qi cultivators unattainable in actual combat.

Generally speaking, a grandmaster-level martial artist who can train his internal strength to the extreme is at least over half a hundred years old, but although this person is unkempt, he is only a man in his twenties or thirties when he listens to his voice and posture.

Being able to cultivate internal strength to the extreme at such a young age, that martial arts talent is unimaginable.

"Be careful!" Wang Yi exclaimed.

A huge tentacle slammed into them in the air.

The beggar man threw Wang Yi and the little boy forward, and at the same time a chain knife was thrown out by the beggar man.

The chain knife was wrapped around the huge tentacles that came from the air, and the beggar man kicked with the help of internal force, and the whole person suddenly stood on top of the tentacles.

He picked out the falling tentacles, grabbed Wang Yi and the little boy, and ran forward desperately.

"Woohoo!"

A few barks came from behind the three of them, sounding a little excited.

It was Zhang Gou who was in charge of the pursuit on this road, and after being dodged by the beggar bug, Zhang Gou looked a little hilarious, and his tentacles kept smashing the ice and snow earth, making a cheerful cry.

Zhang Gou barked loudly, and a tentacle also quickly smashed towards Wang Yi and them again.

"Stupid dog! I'm here to let you scare people, not to mess around!"

Chen Mingzhi's voice sounded in Zhang Gou's mind when the tentacle was about to hit Wang Yi and the others.

Zhang Gou suddenly stopped his tentacles, and with an aggrieved expression, he withdrew the octopus claw back into the ice and snow.