He Ping quickly put the copper sheet into his pocket, grabbed Xiao Ding, picked up the white fox, and left in a hurry.

Judging by the white fox's reaction, this thing should be extraordinary.

On the way to Pingzhou, an old man was very interested in this white fox, saying that it was a sky fox, and water and fire did not invade. In this way, it should be regarded as a spirit animal, right? The thing that the spirit beast likes should not be a mortal thing.

He Ping walked around the crowd, didn't find anyone following, and hurried back.

It's late, the square is far away from the inn, in this world, there are no street lights on the street, and it is not very convenient to walk at night, the key is that He Ping is not very familiar with the road, once he goes the wrong way, it is even more troublesome.

In the evening, time flew by, and it was only halfway through the road, and it was already completely dark.

The street in front of it is very dim, there are residents on both sides, the doors of the houses are closed, and the dim light in the house cannot reach the yard at all.

With narrow streets, high courtyard walls, and closed gates, He Ping was inexplicably a little nervous.

Through the faint light of the stars, vaguely, He Ping could see the road in front of him, and the things placed by the residents on both sides at the door became a cluster of strange black shadows.

Rustle...

There was a slight voice behind him, He Ping was startled and turned his head suddenly.

A small shadow, parked on the side of the road, with a pair of eyes, glowing green.

Don't be afraid, the white fox's eyes are like this, He Ping secretly comforted himself.

Meow –

With a cat's meow, a whoosh, the black shadow jumped up the high wall and quickly jumped into the courtyard next to it.

He Ping put his mind at ease and shook his head, alas, a cat startled him.

He steadied himself and was about to continue walking, when his body suddenly froze.

Faintly, a tall, thin figure stood in the middle of the street in front of him.

"Stuff stay, you can get out!"

A cold voice came from that side.

I don't know when this person came here, and I don't know how he knew He Ping bought something.

There was a dark, deathly silence all around.

Puff, puff, He Ping's ears heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

He let go of the fox, and the white fox jumped slightly, ran to the side of the street, and squatted down.

He Ping threw Xiao Ding hard, and when it was long, Xiao Ding rolled on the ground.

In the silence of the streets, the sound is unusually crisp. Xiao Ding rolled down at the feet of the black shadow, and the man didn't even look at it.

"An ant! That thing is just a scourge for you. ”

In the dimness, the man's voice was flat, and he raised his arm slightly.

He Ping secretly said that it was not good, and subconsciously flashed to the side.

With a pop, a cold thing, with a strong wind, shot into He Ping's left shoulder.

In an instant, He Pingru fell into an ice cave, and half of his body was almost frozen.

It's over, Immortal Cultivator!

Hey, in the dark, the man snorted.

"No wonder you're so bold, it turns out to be a martial arts master!

"What kind of hero is a hidden arrow hurting someone?"

He Ping said loudly.

His voice was loud, trying to get the attention of the people around him. Father, old folks, hurry up and take a look! Didn't you say that immortal cultivators can't attack mortals casually?

There was no sound around, the courtyard next to it was dark, and the lights in the house had been extinguished.

The tall and thin figure laughed and sneered: "Hidden weapon?hahaha, this is the most ridiculous joke I have ever heard in my life!"

He Ping originally thought that the cold feeling would soon pass, but his body was getting colder and colder, his entire left arm could no longer be raised, and his teeth kept fighting.

"It's not... Only... You've got a secret weapon!"

He Ping took out a hand ~ Lei in his right hand and opened the lead with his teeth.

This is the result of He Ping's experiments, in order to confuse the enemy, his hand ~ Lei deliberately made a point, like a huge spear head, he tested it repeatedly, pulled the lead, and it would explode in five or six seconds.

The left hand is abolished, can the right hand be right? He's left-handed.

Even if you can aim at the opponent, won't the opponent dodge? If the opponent dodges the hand ~ thunder, the grenade explosion point is too far away from the opponent, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

No matter how you calculate it, this time it's dead and alive!

Alas, I can't imagine that he, a traverser, is so sad!

He Ping threw his right hand hard and threw out his hand ~ thunder, the general direction is correct, but it is slightly high.

It's over, as long as the other party stands still, the hand ~ thunder can't touch him, and when the hand ~ thunder explodes, the other party will be affected, and he may suffer some injuries, and he will definitely not die.

"This is your secret weapon? What a powerful throwing method, hahahaha!"

The man laughed wildly, raised his hand, and grabbed his hand ~ Lei in his hand.

"Wow, the secret weapon is so heavy, do you want to stone someone?"

The tall and thin figure continued to taunt, slowly raising its left arm.

He Ping threw himself to the side and rolled out diagonally.

Boom –

Hand ~ thunder exploded, red flames burst out, and in an instant, that person was surrounded by flames, but the ice arrow in his left hand also shot out and landed on He Ping's side.

On top of the bluestone, a layer of white frost appeared, such a powerful ice arrow!

The smoke cleared, the street returned to calm, and a figure lay not far away, clothes in tatters and flames.

He Ping rushed over, only to see that the person's right arm was gone, half of his face had been taken off, and there was a huge hole on the side, revealing Bai Sensen's bones, which was hideous and terrifying.

With such a serious injury, even an immortal cultivator is already finished.

He Ping knelt on the ground, groped with his hand on the other party's body for a while, turned the person up and down, and turned it over, only to find a small bag, which could not be opened.

His body was getting colder and colder, He Ping didn't dare to delay, stuffed the bag into his pocket, put it on the ground with one hand, got up with difficulty, and rushed to the inn.

Although it was a fluke and a surprise, he actually killed an immortal cultivator, this is definitely not a trivial matter, if it is known, he will definitely die.

This guy is really killing himself, pulling away the hand of the lead~ Lei, you play with a yarn? It's even more stupid than a dog!

He Ping's physical condition is getting worse and worse, if he hadn't run with all his might, he would have been frozen into an ice sculpture.

Finally ran back to the inn and rushed up the steps in a few steps.

"The guest officer returns to ......"

Xiao Er came with a smile and wanted to say hello, but was bumped away by He Ping.

He Ping didn't care about this, rushed into the house, closed the door, didn't take off his shoes, jumped on the bed, pulled the quilt, covered his head and lay down.

It's so cold, he's fighting.

Soft silk quilt, without the slightest warmth. The bed was like an ice cave, and he was shaking all over, and his mouth exhaled a puff of white gas.

If there was a mirror, He Ping would definitely be startled by his face. His face was blue, and his lips were purple-purple.

What should I do? What should I do? Could I freeze to death like this? He Ping lifted the corner of the quilt, and there was nothing else in the house to keep warm? Why don't you tear off the curtains and stuff them into the quilt?

Through the light in the corridor, He Ping saw the white fox tilting his head and looking at him with a strange look.

Didn't you say that this white fox was a sky fox? Didn't you say that it was invulnerable to fire and water? He Ping didn't care much, so he took the white fox over and hugged it into the bed.

The white fox resisted violently, scratched with his claws, couldn't scratch He Ping's arm, struggled hard, couldn't break away from He Ping's arms, and in a hurry, bit the back of He Ping's hand.

The black-red blood was gurgling out, and He Ping was unaware of it, and continued to hug the white fox tightly.

The white fox seemed to be frightened by He Ping's black blood and stopped struggling.

The cold aura on his body became more and more intense, and He Ping finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.

At this moment, in the place where the fight just now, two green-robed Taoist priests were standing next to the corpse.

"Dare to kill my Qingxu Academy disciple in Pingzhou City, what a thief!"

One of them was a rugged-looking, tall Taoist priest.

"Wu Xiu's nephew used the ice archery technique, and was dodged by the other party, it seems that the other party's cultivation is not much worse than Wu's nephew. ”

Another kind-faced, short and fat Taoist priest.

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it, everyone has been killed by others, it's not much worse?

Regarding the statement of the short and fat Taoist, the rugged Taoist priest is very disdainful.

The good Taoist priest didn't say anything, and the rugged Taoist priest continued: "When I go back, I will strictly investigate the Fire Spirit Root cultivator and give Wu Xiu's nephew an explanation!"

After speaking, with a move of his hand, Wu Xiu's body disappeared. Soon, the two Taoist priests also disappeared into the night.

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The earth is silvery white, like a white desert, and like a rough sea, the white waves are layered on top of each other, and they seem to be surging.

The cold wind blows like a knife on the face, and the pain is like a knife.

He Ping stood blankly in the corner of this white wave, and instantly felt the vastness of heaven and earth and the insignificance of himself.

How did he get here? He didn't remember it at all, could it be another crossing?

He faced the biting cold wind, and walked forward, leaving a line of crooked, deep and shallow footprints on the snow.

The wind howled, puffs of white smoke rose from the ground, and the footprints in the distance faded until they disappeared.

In this way, new footprints are constantly being stepped out, and old footprints are constantly disappearing.

It seems to be an endless snowy area, except for the howling wind, only He Ping is struggling to move, as if there is no life.

He Ping didn't know how far he had walked, and finally saw a different view. Not far away, a lonely hut stands on top of the vast snowfield, with indescribable poetry.

A cold plum tree, waiting closely next to the hut, pink flowers blooming, adding a colorful touch to the black and white world.

The branches of the plum blossom tree are vigorous and knotted, like a dragon leaping into the sky.

A stunning fairy, standing quietly under the plum tree, up and down, without a trace of mortal breath.

He Ping was a little ashamed of herself? What kind of person can be worthy of her? Her smile and every move seemed to have a certain rhythm and a certain artistic conception.

Who is she, and why am I coming to her?

The fairy turned her gaze to He Ping, her face was joyless and sad, and her voice was round and jade.

"I have repaid the grace of salvation, and I will never owe each other from now on!"

He Ping suddenly felt a pain in his heart, feeling as if something was missing, as if his life had become incomplete from now on.

"If you dare to be inferior to me again, I will kill you!"

The voice was still neither angry nor angry.

He Ping was even more puzzled in his heart, when did he cross paths with this woman? Not to mention the word light?

Boom, snowdrifts exploded, and heaven and earth collapsed.

He Ping opened his eyes, and it turned out to be Nan Ke's dream.