Snowflakes fall in a frenzy of emotion, enveloping the deep mountains. The verdant trees are dressed in white, revealing their flexible branches. Swaying with the wind, there are thousands of forms. Like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, guarding the sect of Hetian Sect.

The snow is falling, and the whole world is covered in silver. At a glance, the space between heaven and earth is completely covered in white, which looks solemn and sacrosanct.

It's snowy outside, but it's warm like spring inside.

The arrival of Deng Lintong means that the second prince has completely given up the idea of Hetianzong, and in turn has returned the Elixir Medicine Hall, which is undoubtedly good news.

The third prince lost the support of the Sword Pavilion, and no longer had the capital to shout.

No matter what they think, that's what they do.

and the people of Tianzong staggered, and they were happy.

All of them are Yuanying monks, so naturally there will be no more drunkenness. Even Zhu Zixin changed the amount of alcohol he drank in the past, and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses. Yuqing and Shui Yunxi's faces are slightly red, and they look even more shy and lovely, and the garden is full of spring.

"Elder Li, in this situation, it's better for you and me to have a discussion. Ruan Ruan was interested and proposed.

The future of Tianzong is bright, and even the former opponents have become friends. A big stone in his heart was put down, and he looked radiant.

"Young Master Ruan, your magic weapon is too powerful, the old man still don't humiliate himself. Li Chengfeng laughed.

He is also very curious about the young man's skills, the other party is only the realm of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, but he can not fall behind under the hands of them, the Yuan Infant Great Perfection.

Although he didn't fight the boy head-on, from everyone's reactions, he could feel that the boy's methods were extraordinary.

"Elder Li, we don't use magic weapons, how about using the chopsticks in our hands. Ruan Ruan smiled slightly.

Since it is a competition, there is no need to fight, it is just a competition of Taoism, which can test the strength of both sides.

A small bamboo chopstick, if you want to bear the evolution of Taoism, it is undoubtedly more difficult. Among them, it pays more attention to the subtle control of the Tao, which is more difficult than using magic weapons.

Li Chengfeng's eyes lit up, this kind of comparison was unprecedented.

A pride rose in his heart, and his eyes shone brightly.

Kendo is broad and profound, and he has been immersed in it for many years, and he has touched the bottleneck when he asks himself.

What's more, he is among the top masters in the imperial city, and if he can't win against a teenager who is lower than his own realm, he will inevitably be disgraced.

"Childe really wants to compete with the old man. Li Chengfeng couldn't figure out the young man's thoughts.

Ruan Ruan took out a short branch from his arms and shook it at Li Chengfeng.

"Elder Li knows what this is. Ruan said with a soft smile.

Li Chengfeng shook his head blankly, unable to see anything special about the branch in his hand.

"These are the branches and leaves of the immortal tree, which can increase longevity. Ruan Ruan said softly.

Increase longevity!

In addition to the younger generation, the older generation of monks showed a yearning look in their eyes, and their breathing became short.

The monk's practice is to fight for his life with the heavens, and such anti-heaven gods that prolong their longevity are only in legends.

Seeing it appear in the hands of the young man today, it is full of ardent expectations.

Only Hubang did not change his color in front of him, and he used this substance to use it as medicine when refining the Realm Breaking Pill. Although I don't know where the boy got it from, with the means of the boy, it seems that anything is possible.

Li Chengfeng is over 100 years old, and he can live longer with his realm, but who is too long-lived, and who doesn't want to live hundreds of years more.

The branch in the young man's hand had a great attraction for him, and he only had the inconspicuous branch in his eyes, forgetting everything.

"Elder Li, if you win me, the branches of this immortal tree will belong to you. Ruan said with a smile.

Although the immortal tree is precious, under Zhu Zixin's warmth, it can be produced continuously. He didn't worry at all that there would be a time when he would be missing, and he used it as a bet, and basically no one could resist the temptation.

He deliberately took out the branches of the immortal tree in order to share them with everyone.

The alliance between the Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Sect was only because of the plan he set up before, and Li Chengfeng still had some mustard in his heart.

Take people's money, and be loyal to people.

When necessary, throw out some benefits, and you can even more of them in your pocket.

Li Chengfeng immediately understood that it was no accident that the young man could have today's status.

These friends, who fought side by side with him, had his support. He is the heart of the multitude, holding this power together.

"The son is so generous, and the old man will no longer hide his secrets. ”

Li Chengfeng smiled heartily, his fighting spirit was high, as if he was rejuvenated. Originally, the rickety body was straight, and his eyes were blazing, like a pair of sharp swords.

"Although Li Lao let it go, we just clicked until the end. Ruan Ruan's eyes were clear and bright as stars.

He picked up a bamboo chopstick in his hand and flew out of the hall.

The snow was flying all over the sky, and he was dressed in white, like a green pine in the snow, exuding endless vitality.

Li Chengfeng roared in the sky, his body moved, and he also stood in the snow.

The bamboo chopsticks in his hand were raised, turning into thousands of plum blossoms, blooming in the bitter cold.

Heaven and earth are like a hundred flowers, and they instantly return to spring.

The shadow of the bamboo chopsticks is full of flowers, with a strong fragrance, and there are thousands of changes hidden in the bright colors.

The transformation of Taoism has reached the point where it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Ruan's soft bamboo chopsticks trembled slightly, outlining the meaning of the Tao in the snowflakes one by one.

His figure is elegant, shuttling among the other party's flower shadows, and his hand is like a pen holding heaven and earth. Countless snowflakes fell, but none of them could stay on him.

Ten thousand flowers have passed, and the leaves do not stick to the body.

The bamboo chopsticks in his hand sneered in the air, constantly writing the rules of the avenue.

The space of the two people with a radius of dozens of zhang seemed to be shrouded by a layer of invisible power, and a rain of flowers fell inside.

These flower rains are the Taoist meaning of Li Chengfeng's bamboo chopsticks. They seem to be fluttering gently, but in fact, each petal is extremely destructive.

Ruan Ruan walked leisurely, changing the direction under his feet, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand waved without stopping, as if splashing ink in the snow.

Gradually, the word "snow" was formed in the space, which was formed by Ruan Ruan's use of the avenue of heaven and earth.

Snow and flowers.

The snow characters are vigorous and powerful, and the petals are bright and magnificent.

In the space, there seems to be a wind blowing, blowing up pieces of petals, but it can't blow away the snow word.

Li Chengfeng's Dao meaning changed slightly, and the petals swirled in the air, turning into countless whirlpools.

These whirlpools carry strong air currents in them, forming a storm in the space.

Countless whirlpools slowly coalesced together, like a tornado, crashing on the snow characters.

Thundered.

The tornado brought up a manic energy to tear the snow to shreds completely.

Ruan Ruan was not in a hurry, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand were drawn in the air, drawing a circle on the periphery of the snow character.

This is a line of defense composed of stars, and countless stars surround the snow character, drawing a magnificent trajectory. They kept turning, like the strongest walls of walls, keeping them out of the storm.

The storm was raging, flooding the space like a tidal wave, and the words of snow surrounded by stars swayed in the wind.

Above the stars bloomed a faint light of stars, which seemed faint, but never rested. The starlight sets off the snow word, sacred and pure, standing majestically.

The bamboo chopsticks in Li Chengfeng's hand waved in the air with the naked eye, as if commanding the banner of thousands of troops.

The storm, summoned by him, launched waves of fierce onslaught.

Sometimes like thunder, sometimes like mercury.

The defense line formed by the stars gradually cracked under the fierce attack of the opponent.

Ruan Ruan's thoughts moved, and a stream of greenery poured into the stars. The stars began to come to life, and they slowly contracted and undulated, like breathing.

The stars, full of life vitality, form a proud and indestructible stargate.

They protected the snow and withstood the storm in the air.

The collision of the two people's humanity inspired their own comprehension of the avenue of heaven and earth.

Li Chengfeng's attacks were endless, and the ocean was endless.

Ruan's soft defense is not leaky, and the snow words condensed into Daoyi are vast and simple.

In the space, the roar of the air flow and the collision of the elements of heaven and earth caused a vacuum to form where the two of them met.

Snowflakes can't fall in this space, and time seems to stand still here.

The bamboo chopsticks in Li Chengfeng's hand turned into countless shadows in the air, he was the master of the storm, and he wanted to lead this energy to attack the city and seize the land.

Ruan Soft drove the stars to turn, rolling and galloping in the storm.

The stars became denser and denser, and around the word snow, a star gate was drawn again.

The heavy star gates, devouring the energy of the storm, represent the vitality of life, and endure forever in the cycle of time.

Li Chengfeng's movements became faster and faster, and the tyranny of the storm became more ferocious, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand could not see the trajectory at all, bringing heavy pressure in the space.

Under the tremendous pressure, the stars cracked and collapsed, and the stargates began to crumble.