It was snowing heavily, and the mountain was extremely cold and gloomy because it was frozen all year round. No one has come near the mountain, and no one has ever visited it, but there are a small number of people living in the mountain.

There are several houses in the snowy mountains, and in one room, smoke curls from cooking...

"Senior Brother Yuan, what are you doing?" asked Senior Sister Yan'er, who squatted beside Yuan Ye. "What kind of medicine to boil?" she tried to lift the lid of the medicine jar, but was severely beaten by Yuan Ye.

"Don't lift it, the medicine won't work. Yuan Ye said hurriedly.

Seeing that this was a common thing, Yan'er knew that she was frying it for her senior sister again." ”

"It snows heavily all year round in Qunyu Mountain, and you don't know that your senior sister is most afraid of the cold, so get her some medicinal soup to drive away the cold. Yuan Ye thought in his heart, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

"Even if you're done, Senior Sister won't be there. ”

Yuan Ye was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"

"Senior sister was just called away by the master and went to the ice cave. “

In that cold and arrogant Jade Mountain, there are a small number of people who are cultivating a kind of cold internal strength-Xuanhan. They use ice silk as a blade to fight against people, often using light skills to quickly dodge the sword, and then instantly reach the opponent's side, throw out the ice silk around the neck and cut the throat, taking people's lives effortlessly. An ordinary sword may not be able to cut this ice thread, if the internal force is deep, on the contrary, it will also slash the sword into pieces.

In the ice cave of Qunyu Mountain, icicles are intertwined to form a natural scenery. The cave shone with a fascinating and mysterious white light. Although the sun shines in, there is no warmth at all, and the cold air fills every part of the cave, accompanied by a sense of oppression.

"Tonight, you go to Cinancang Mountain to find the whereabouts of the Soul Breaking Sword. ”

Uphill in the ice cave, a woman sat on an ice chair, speaking in a tone like her eyes, cold and ruthless, making people shudder.

This is the head of the Hanyu Sect - Runscar, her heart is full of hatred and intrigue in this world, but no one knows why this is so. Even if she has lines at the corners of her eyes, she still loses her beauty, and her cold eyes are filled with fear, which seems to be able to penetrate the whole body of the person looking at her.

But why...

Why can you see a hint of sadness?

Her martial arts must be in this lonely mountain all year round, and only because of this mountain climate can help her internal strength to a higher level. is now hiding in this cave, which is to see the right time to let the entire Jianghu forces be in her pocket.

"Yes, Master. ”

This voice is a woman when you hear it, with a soft tone and a calm tone. The woman knelt down on one knee.

Dressed in a thin white shirt with a white veil covering his face. When I saw that pair of eyes, crystal clear, I knew that it was a young and beautiful girl. But his eyes were hollow, like walking corpses.

She is the first disciple of the scar, Ling Mo, with peculiar roots and bones, and she is a good seedling who has practiced martial arts, but she can't make better progress in Xuanhan. She saluted respectfully and stood up and stepped back.

The sky was foggy, and several houses loomed ahead. They are topped and covered with layers of snow. With a fierce cold wind, it blew the corners of Ling Mo's white shirt. It was freezing cold, wearing only light clothes, and her eyes did not resist the cold.

Ling Mo walked into his house, and Yuan Ye appeared next to him, following closely behind.

"Senior sister, you're back. Yuan Ye unfolded the thick cloak, put it on for the senior sister with gentle movements, and her eyes showed concern, "Senior sister, it is snowing heavily today, so you have to wear more." ”

Ling Mo lowered his head, grabbed his shoulder blade cloak with one hand, and walked into the house without saying a word.

"Master called you..."

Yuan Ye wanted to ask but didn't dare to say it directly, he knew this secret in recent years. Master has been in contact with a certain adult in the court, and instructed Master to send someone to assassinate someone who is not good for this adult, but Master did not send Yuan Ye to go, but only let Ling Mo go. When I learned about this, I was also helping my master sort out the books when I happened to see letters. Every year, he would see his senior sister injured and locked up in the house to secretly heal himself. Yuan Ye combines the two things, and he can figure it out.

Senior sister stepped into the door, turned her head and replied, "I'm tired, you can step down." ”

"Senior sister...", before Yuan Ye finished speaking, he was locked out of the door by his senior sister. He knew that his senior sister didn't like to talk to others, and her personality was cold and arrogant. But this is also natural, this place is uninhabited, and the senior sister has been studying martial arts all year round, and she rarely speaks, so she doesn't like to talk.

It seems that this sect is sparsely populated, and it is still hiding in a lonely mountain, thinking that it is a sect that no one knows, but in the rivers and lakes, the Hanyumen is a sinister and vicious sect. For the time being, no one can escape the cold aura of Xuan Han's internal strength, and it is an invisible weapon that kills, and it only takes a moment to take people's heads.

More than 20 years ago, this faction also caused a sensation in the entire rivers and lakes, but in the past 20 years, it suddenly disappeared and never appeared again, which is also a major suspense in the rivers and lakes.

In the vast world, there is a place of extreme yin and a place of soft warmth, that is, Nancang Mountain. The four seasons are like spring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the flowers are blooming, which is where the disciples of Nancangmen live.

Under the leadership of the head of Mo Yefan, this faction has a prominent reputation, and it is already the head of the rivers and lakes, and is admired by all forces in the world.

Piercing the clouds, the sun shines, and the dazzling halo shines. In the study room of the head of the mountainside of Nancang Mountain, two people were talking about something.

"The Chunye Conference is in the near future, and this conference will be held in Nancang, where the world's martial arts forces will gather. The rules of this year's competition are the same as in previous years, and you have been practicing diligently recently. ”

Mo Yefan, the head of Nancang, although he is already in the age of knowing what is wrong, his sideburns are a little gray, but he is still full of energy, his appearance and figure are completely free of middle-aged decline, and his words and deeds are also very energetic.

Not far from him, a young man stood. The appearance is dignified, wearing a frost-colored pattern indigo shirt, and his appearance is very handsome, and he also has a heroic spirit.

"I have never slackened, and I will do my best this time to protect my reputation as the first place in Nancang and not disappoint everyone in Nancang. ”

That handsome Erlang is the young master of Nancang-Mo Chen, and his confident words are not what anyone dares to say. Since childhood, he has practiced Nancang swordsmanship, with many changes, clever use, and amazing insight, flexible mind, and profound internal strength. There is no one in the world who can match him. Light work is also like a dragonfly dotting water, coming and going without a trace.

He was holding a long sword, this saber was made by Xiao Yue, the only disciple of Master Mu, the swordsmith, and it was called the Huayuan Sword.

Made of blue stone in the sea, the sword spike behind the sword head is connected with a long gold fine line with a jade pendant of the blue auspicious cloud style, the head and tail of the jade pendant are followed by small beads of the same color, the hilt of the sword has a blue pattern, the bright blue sword grid is like the word "base" is bracketed, the red gold pattern is carved on it, the blue-gray scabbard, the sheath and the sword mark have a copper and iron wrapped shell, and there is a thick copper ring and two thin copper rings next to each other on the two rings.

As soon as this sword is released, the sword qi is enough to force the enemy back three feet. Mo Chen has made small achievements in the rivers and lakes in the past ten years, and many women are in love.

Mo Yefan seriously examined the scroll in his hand, which contained the list of forces participating in the conference, his eyes were from left to right, but he suddenly stopped in one place.

"Hanyumen?"

The head of the house held the scroll tightly, and his heart shook, and the panicked and restless look was also the first time Mo Chen had seen it.

He stepped forward and looked at it carefully, "The Hanyu Sect is the legendary sect that cultivates the Yin Cold Evil Technique Xuanhan, didn't it disappear as early as twenty years ago?"

"How could this be?" Mo Yefan panicked, fear making him unable to think.

"I'm afraid it's the person who transcribed it, and it's a mistake or..."

He pursed his lips and said after a moment of deep thought, "No matter what, I'm afraid this Spring Festival will not go so smoothly." ”